I'm a Therapist! (sorta)

I haven't posted anything decent in a while (sorry). Things were crazy last semester and after Africa It's been even wilder attempting to cement my new schedule and get things in order.

I'm planning on posting my journals from Europe and Africa. I made a real effort while traveling to write every night so that I would have a record of my adventures. Some of you don't know this but I have a really bad memory when it comes to the things I've done and said in my life. Sometimes my sisters will tell a funny story about something I did or said and I usually think they're talking about someone else cause I can't remember it ever happening. Sometimes I forget old boyfriends names, or places I've visited. I have to remind myself I've done some pretty cool things....even if I don't remember.

I won a dance contest on Jay Leno, I've jumped into volcanically created pools of water, I held a snake once! You know stuff like that. (okay none of that is super amazing but it's all I could think of off the top of my head.)

So I'll post the journals and you really don't have to read them (they're long) but they'll be saved for eternity on my blog and I'll like that.

In real news I've started the clinical rotation of my masters program. I'm working in a community mental health clinic in Vancouver treating children and their families. It's only been a few weeks so far but I really like it.

Yesterday while completing an intake with a little 5 year old I was typing while also playing Chinese checkers with her. She asked me "were you black?" referring to the color of my Chinese checker pieces. She'd forgotten which pieces were mine. Just when she asked me, tho I was reading a question on the intake form about racial background and I mistakenly thought she was asking me if I used to be black, as in black skinned. (I know that doesn't make any sense, but I'm an idiot ok?) I looked down at my white arm and pointed to it saying "No, I've always been this color right here." To which she met me with complete confusion and said "what?"

Yep. I had to apologize for my mistake while her mother turned red from laughing at me. Second to this was when my client last week put the lincoln logs bucket on her head and talked to me from inside.

I think I'm going to have a great time working with these kids and I think I'll be simplifying my vocabulary to meet their needs. If I start talking baby talk to you just slap me and tell me to stop. I was thinking for bit about possibly going on with my education but the more I've looked into it the less appealing it looks. I don't care for research or teaching so a PhD makes no sense and I can basically do everything counseling wise that I want with a Masters so a PsyD would be a waste of money.

The one thing I wish I was qualified for is to prescribe medicine which would require going back to med school, or nursing to become a nurse practitioner. Those would all take ridiculous amounts of time since I didn't go about it the right way the first time around. This leaves me with only the option of PA school, which could be doable. It would take another two-three years and probably put me an extra 75,000 in debt, BUT I could write prescriptions.

The question is whether or not it would be worth it. Any thoughts (Audrey)?