new blog

For multiple reasons, I'm working towards shutting this blog down. I've started a new one though, on which I hope to post semi-regularly.

So, from now on, I can be found at:
Magdalen's Sing-Along Blog

Look back in Angora...

... or, something like that.

I was re-reading my blog today, particularly the post following my final exam of my first term. Wow. It's funny how fast time goes by, how much things change in a few short years. I was so excited, so giddy. Standing on the edge of something new and wonderful, so many great expectations. If I knew then what I know now...
well, I'd probably be a receptionist. Or a waitress.

So much has changed. I have a nephew, a niece or nephew on the way. Got a cat, lost a cat, got another, lost another. Got a cat that finally stayed. I've made new friends. Lost some old ones. Somewhere in there I think I grew up, at least a little. I found a gift I never knew I had. I fell, I got up. And repeat.

I'm glad no one told me how hard this would be, or I might not have done. Coming out the other side, a little older, a (very) little wiser, and a lot more exhausted, I'm glad I did it. I Learned I have a strength I could never have found without it being tested.

And now, back into the breach. I fall, I get up.
Repeat ad nauseum.

I'm a bad, bad blogger.

The Highlights:
Term 7 is hard, I'm exhausted.
I have less than 5 weeks left in my academic career before I graduate and start my prep for the Boards. I'm less giddy than I thought I'd be, and more just pushing hard through the final leg of the race. And needing electrolytes.
I still love my job. I love my patients. I can't wait to start my practice.

....
Hmmm, wow. For no blogging I have pathetically few updates. Guess that's what happens when you have no life outside school.

Will update when I have something more interesting that tests and studying to talk about.

Well, my break is almost over. Where did it go? to Someplace I suppose, to the City of Lost Time, or whatever it is. What is it again?

I've had a pretty fabulous break though, and finally feel a little rested and revitalized. I've gotten some back-burner projects underway again, visited friends and family, had some new experiences and even learned a little about myself. Pretty good for only 3.5 weeks off.

My most joyous news is that I've got a job!! My chiropractors have a place for me in their office, effective immediately upon my graduation and registration. I'm so insanely, ridiculously happy, like a school-girl.

Happy happy. Nothing but grins over here.

:)

as Braveheart put it...

FREEEEEEEDOOOOOOM!!!!!!

Term 6 is OVER. Done. Finished. Complete. Never-to-return-to-that-pit-of-misery-and-despair-OVER.

Now for a break. Yes, I'll be working on my case study, and beginning to study for Board Exams. But it will be on my terms, without a frighteningly looming deadline, and including an opportunity to sleep and see people.

And then there will be term 7. My last term, the last hurdle, the final farewell.
5 more months until graduation.

Anyone else counting the days?

And now to my cave. Extra-curricular beta-reading, writing and massive amounts of Gilmore Girls awaits. See you on the flip side.

end of term, redux

Writing Jurisprudence exam this morning.
Yay, bylaws. Blah blah, don't sleep with your patient, blah blah, minors must have parent consent.

This afternoon, Research exam, via email. At least I get to sit at home with coffee.

Truly, this school is breaking my spirit. I'm losing all will to live. I'm at that point in the program when the mind-numbing, soul-crushing despair and misery have set in, and I just want out.

Soon.

For now, bylaws.

end of term

So, term 6 is coming to close.

Alas, I finally hit that wall. My classmate termed it the f*ckit wall. Most of my classmates hit it way back in term 4 or so. That wall you hit where you say; "that's it, I'm done. I hate school, I hate this program, I hate not having a life. I hate studying, my fellow students, my teachers. I'm DONE."
Up until now, I always managed to compartmentalize, and recognize that even though I was tired and frustrated, I still loved the program and loved what I was doing.
Not any more. I'm so tired of studying, and being exhausted all the time. I'm tired of the stupid administration and their nickel-and-dime-ing. I want to sleep, and see my friends and go to Vespers on a regular basis. Truthfully, school is really just crushing my spirit at this rate. I'm kind of losing all will to live.
Hopefully, my outlook will become sunnier after I've had a break. Which, Glory to God, is in one week. Just 4 exams away. Then I will take off for the island to visit D and Ty, and my Goddaughter Lindsay. And the fam. And the hockey game.

Hanging in there. By a thread, and many prayers.