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Orientation for Transfer Students

28 Jul

So.

Four months is probably plenty of time to go without a blog post, but really there was not much to say.

Okay, that’s not entirely true. Lots of things happened. Dad came home for nearly two weeks before shipping back to TX. Since shipping back to TX, he’s already gone to Amman, Jordan, and as of 5/31 has been in Baghdad, Iraq. There are probably things that could be said about his time over there. Obviously, none of what he tells me is confidential, but it’s not that exciting. Really.

He goes for weeks at a time with nothing happening. It’s very hot as a norm, about the same temperatures that are putting the US in a panic, though the reasons for both are understandable. His dog verges on overheating and has to take a rest. Dad remains bored and blissfully safe. For days.

Then in a matter of moments everything turns upside down for him. A bomb goes off somewhere a few hundred meters away and shrapnel is flying through the walls, taking out sheetrock and studs and he has left his kevlar helmet strapped to his backpack and by the time he gets it unclipped the warning is over. Yeah, that happened a few weeks ago. Stuff like that doesn’t make the news, because though Americans desensitize themselves to violence, they can’t handle this kind of news day in and day out.

Religion-wise I feel like I’ve gotten sunstroke; floating in a stagnant pond in some place comfortable until I can no longer function. Rather, I felt that way. I’ll let you think about that one.

I’ve been doing a lot of baking, a lot of running. The two are probably countering each other in some sort of polar chemical reaction. The last baking experiment was a chocolate cupcake with peanut butter, cream cheese frosting (it was actually quite good) and the last running venture was a five miler yesterday in 92F. Also quite good. I think I’m about 25% mentally committed to the idea of running the full Mercedes Marathon next February. This is a good thing.

Orientation for classes was today. I felt very good about the whole idea of class registration and meeting other students- confident, self-assured, but not snotty or arrogant. I had to tone it down a few times when asking questions to avoid the latter, though. It kind of stinks when the people leading a group discussion lead in such a way that doesn’t present confidence. Not to say that they aren’t comfortable with their position, but I don’t like feeling like I am overrunning someone when I am just giving a detailed question. And even writing that seems a little jerky.

UNA strikes me as a pretty conservative university, especially for a public uni. Normally, I consider myself a pretty conservative person as well. Taking those two facts into consideration, I feel like I am one of the more liberal people on the campus. Socially, that is. We’ll see.

This assumption is amusing because of all the new people I met today, and the new (hopefully) friends I made, the one to whom I best connected was a Buddhist lesbian. This is probably the last person I would socialize with if given a Venn Diagram. She, however, was quite lovely. We had a few good, emotionally-invested discussions. At lunch time, I almost started tearing up because of some experiences she shared with me about her family and the reason she, too, was returning to college. We’re going to be in the same college and even in the same program.

Relating this news with my mother was what jump started my blogging again. This stuff is too good to not record. It’s going to take some practice writing in an organized fashion again, which leads me to the next info dump.

My adviser, I must say, at this point, seems rather douchey. Of course, I’m coming from a previous college experience where professors were extremely supportive. When those previous-professors asserted that they were in their offices (literally and figuratively) for the students, they really meant it. On more than one occasion, some of them bent over backwards for me when it came to the inner workings of the college and getting paper work done. Letters of rec., etc.

Today, this would-be adviser consistently apologized for the nature of his own university- won’t speak on behalf of students to other professors for courses they need and was a little on the discouraging side even about graduate programs, specifically the PT system, going as far to promise that a percentage of us (half, perhaps?) will not make it into PT school. “It is a closed system. It is extremely competitive. If you don’t make it in the first year, or the second year, you need to realize you’re just not going to make it.”

I’m not arguing his points. I think anyone going for a doctorate-level program is going to encounter competition (har har). I’ve applied for very good masters programs before and been rejected on more than one occasion. I just expect a little more encouragement from an undergraduate adviser. Don’t borrow trouble. Don’t discourage your advisees before they’ve even started classes. That just sucks.

It makes me wonder about the level of scholastic achievement set as a standard by the university. The level of discouragement he gave, balanced with the practical tutelage of registering for classes, etc. made me think that he either doesn’t believe in the scholastic achievement of his students, he doesn’t believe in the scholastic achieving power of his own university, or he just doesn’t give a rat’s ass. Sorry, but if any of those are the case, please get the hell out of higher education.

Obviously, his manner rubbed me a bit of the wrong way.

Note to self, stop using the word “douchey” so much. It’s gross, and really doesn’t add to the conversation.

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Ladies’ Fellowship Weekend

27 Mar

I’m writing to you today from Champaign, IL! My friend Heidi hosted, as she has for the past two years, a ladies’ weekend. During the weekend, several ladies from the region (or the nation, if they can make it) come to her house and spend the weekend in religious, spiritual fellowship. It’s a good time for us to reconnect with one another on a personal level, since most of us know one another, but don’t always have the time to talk or engage in deeper conversations.

I left Thursday morning from AL and made it, with some interesting detours, to IL. I’m a pretty good navigator and have a paper atlas in my car, so I was confident that I could make it from my house to hers with only my iPhone. It worked, as in, I made it to the house without any glaring problems, but I definitely went the wrong way down some one-way streets and it took a few hours longer than I felt it should have.

It’s noteworthy to mention that I stopped in Nashville for about three or four hours earlier to hang out with a friend from my earlier days in Birmingham, pre-Cincinnati days. We stopped at the Pancake Pantry, which I would say is good but probably not worth the 30 minute wait on a Thursday morning. Unless you’re just a pancake fanatic. I had some lemon-apricot pancakes that were delicious, but at the end of the day- pancakes. Time with Alex was good, though. We haven’t spent significant time together in over two years and had not even seen each other since Thanksgiving 2009. We mainly stayed in the neighborhood with Pancake Pantry and Fido. We hit up the bookstore there and I got several autobiographies, picked out by Alex, including one on Malcolm X. Not generally my cup of tea, but if I’m genuinely interested in learning about the perspectives of other people, I have to go there. Besides, it might be something I really enjoy.

I made it to Heidi’s later Thursday evening. We spent an hour or so talking and then got up to go to her doctor’s appointment out in Amish country. I spent the time running (four miles!) After the morning, we got ready for the weekend, including baking and cleaning and just general prep for the other guests who were coming. I think Heidi and I were both feeling a little un-ourselves going into the evening, but by the time everyone arrived and got settled it was a really enjoyable time.

Sabbath morning, all the girls got together to do a brunch and spend a little bit of time talking about some of the stuff that has been going on in Church as well as topics particular to the day. It was nice because breakfast ended up being more of a brunch, closer to about 11 or 11:30, and it gave us nice time to sleep in, Bible study and pray. We attended services, came back to the house and made Thai food for the ten or so of us in attendance.

Saturday evening after the Sabbath we had a really nice, informal discussion about spiritual renewal. Such discussions are always really valuable, because even though we are all confident in our beliefs and our ability to understand the Bible, different perspectives enhance that understanding. Especially when we are on the same page to begin with. We talked for about two hours while eating cheesecake and drinking wine. I nearly started crying at one point, which is really odd for me. I’m not generally that girl, but I guess someone needs to be that girl.

This morning one of the other girls and I went running. I generally run by myself at home, but it was really enjoyable to go with another person. I also had the experience of being the pacer, which was a first, but worked really well. We ran slower than I normally do, but by the end of the run I felt I could have gone for another two miles or so. So either increasing my mileage is paying off for the shorter runs, or running slower really works. I’m hoping the former. Both are something to look into.

Overall, the dynamic for the weekend was really great. Not everyone had attended before, but they were all really comfortable in their own skins and I got to know a few people better, which is really nice. I like extending my circle of acquaintances, but building new friendships has to have a strong foundation, and it always feels like that happens at LFW.

It’s amazing. I think every year that Heidi puts this together I end up having a really good time and it always comes at a time I need it most. This year has been a little bit more difficult because of the move, because of my feeling of isolation. It was really nice to be with people of like mind, who share the same core values.

If anything about this weekend has helped, it is definitely the spiritual renewal. The most important thing in my life is my relationship with God. That comes before anything. Family, friends, or even this crazy quest to become a PT. I am so glad to have been recharged and to feel rejuvenated. A side benefit of the weekend, though, is focus for the physical tasks before me. I’ve been really filling my time in AL with running and cycling and time off, which has been great for some overall mental restoration and getting settled into the state. But I have other goals that need to be attended. Even while I’m waiting on enrollment status or scholarship updates or job enquiries, there are smaller details that go along with those that I can be looking into. Or even long-term goals that are a bit more nebulous at the moment.

So now Heidi and I are just cleaning up, spending time chatting. I’ll be leaving in the morning, whereas the rest left this afternoon, since I don’t have a job and I have a bit of a longer driver! Tomorrow evening I’ll be back in Alabama and getting back into the swing of things for two days… maybe three? After that, I’ll be turning to go even farther south for the wedding of my ex and former roommate! Ha!

It sounds a lot more awkward than it is. I’m actually really looking forward to it :D More on that later, though.

This whole posts feels a little disjointed. I’m not giving it a lot of editing time, just spellcheck really, and I’m writing on a Mac, which is a little awkward and jolting since I’m more used to a PC. Concluded!

The Spirit of Giving and, Unrelated, the Cure for National Problems

17 Mar

Monday, Sandy and I were trying to get license plate renewal done for the year. Well, she was. Since I was still waiting on other dominoes to fall into place before I could make that step, I was pretty much along for the ride. On the way back to the house, she told me to let her know when I was ready to get all of the stuff done and she would write a blank check for me to do the process.

I was a little confused and wary. When I told her she didn’t have to she told me that Dad had been intending to anyway. I explained that they didn’t need to feel like they had to help me. She said they didn’t feel that way, they were just going to do it. It was really weird, and I was feeling particularly paranoid as I do whenever money issues come up. Just short of saying that I didn’t need the money or the help, I protested as much as I could about the offer. Because it WOULD have been helpful, even though I am not yet struggling for money, and I never asked for the help.

It’s weird how hard it is for me to accept help, even from family. I have to be in a pretty desperate situation. This pops up in my spiritual life at times, too, which is a topic for another time. Ironically, on the other hand, at times I have extremely high expectations of people. The scenarios for which my expectations and obstinate refusal manifest overlap, which adds to the confusion.

In this case, my paranoia was tingling because, maybe, it feels like if I take money from someone it will make me obligated to them in some way. It will allow them to have control over me. In reality, I think that “control” is only present when I become eaten up with guilt over accepting help in the first place. Like I owe that person something and they could ask it of me at any time.

I was thinking of something much more nebulous than this when we were still driving home when I channeled my other roommate Izzie, who was always counseling me to be less paranoid and afraid of such things. I asked myself, “What is the deal? Why IS it such a big deal?” This is cool because I’m not usually self-aware until the moment has passed. This time, though, I relented. I reminded myself that I did not ask for the help that was offered, and that it WOULD be helpful.

We were riding along, and I apologized for making a big deal about the situation and accepted her offer. She assured me that things were fine and the next day when my dominoes fell into place, she made good on it. I got my new car tag and title transfer courtesy of Sandy and Dad.

The other stray thought that occurred to me today was how awesome it is that I’ve been able to run and cycle so much. Day before yesterday I rode 7.5 miles around the area. Since I just started cycling regularly three weeks ago, this is pretty good! Yesterday I ran 3+ miles, upping my overall running time and recently I was running 8min miles, which is amazing and definitely PRish. Today I cycled 8 more miles. Even though I recently took a bad spill on the same bike, I’m really enjoying getting my heart going so much.

Afterwards, the thought that occurred to me was that if more people moved in with their family and spent the time they are unemployed not watching TV but out cycling or running or doing some kind of exercise, we’d have a few less problems in our country:
– less strain on government benefits
– less overall obesity in the country (which contributes to the above, as well, since people would not have to rely on so much healthcare!)

It was slightly facetious on my part, since I seriously doubt people would give up their independence on so many levels. It IS a good idea, though. It would work :)