Running The Show

I love my program. I really do. I am so lucky to be in it, and I am learning so much.

I'm a week and a half in to the second semester, and I am loving it. It's already had its ups and downs, though.

Since it's the second semester, I am no longer the apprecticing clinician - I am the clinician. I do the standardized testing, the probes, the baselining, the lesson planning, and the paperwork. I am running the show... And it doesn't always go as planned.

Today was just rough, full stop. My cute client, who I love to death, was just tired and not having it. S/he pulled out every trick in the book to get me to stop what I was doing. Then at the end of the session, s/he told me I wasn't allowed to go with her/him to get her/his mom. S/he was not happy with me. Sad, eh? (PS I did s/he, her/him, and her/his so that it's not obvious whether or not my client is male or female - better to be safe than sorry.)

To make matters worse, I ran slightly over to get some testing done, and the next clinician needed the room after me 10 minutes after I was scheduled to finish. Well.... I may or may not have gone about 8 minutes over (I had to finish!!). The next thing I knew, I had two minutes to move all of my crap out. And I had a lot of crap.

Insert panic.

Luckily it all worked out, but it definitely got my blood flowing and I nearly had a stroke.

Instead of going to work tonight, I opted to come home. I'm feeling pretty good about that right now (even if that means I have to be at work tomorrow by 7am). I'm finally getting to breathe for a second and a half.

I'm currently listening to "Coming Home" by P. Diddy/Diddy/Puff Daddy/What-Ever-His-Name-Is and I'm finally starting to feel better.

Here's to Spring 2011!! ...It may kill me.