1. When I graduated college, I couldn’t have been happier that I was done with school. I was a good student, but to be honest, I hated school. I hated assignments, I hated feeling like I never had time off and the perpetual stress that came with that feeling, and, more than anything, I hated–loathed, despised, abhorred–exams. Really, the only thing I enjoyed about school was that I could do it well. I never, ever wanted to go back to school.
I kinda want to go back to school.
I don’t know what’s come over me lately, but on Sunday I found myself in a poetry mood (this has happened exactly once in my life: Sunday. Haha) and all of a sudden longed for a Norton’s Anthology and a seminar-style class. I can think of approximately zero good or even remotely logical reasons for me to pursue a graduate degree in anything related to English, so chances of me acting on this impulse are essentially nonexistent, but it was so strange to miss–legitimately miss!–actively studying something.
In case that weren’t insane enough, on Monday I found myself researching what it takes to become a physical therapist (much to my surprise, nowhere on any website did it say, “Must be beautiful.” Given my experience in PT offices, I thought this must be a requirement for the job.). Chances of me actually pursuing a DPT are even slimmer than chances of me pursuing an MA in English Literature, because while an MA in English Lit would be mostly to entirely useless unless I decided to become a full time academic and/or college professor (LOLNOPE), I at least have a transcript that could get me into an MA program. I’d have to basically re-do all of undergrad to even fulfill the pre-reqs for any DPT program. This is what I get for cheating my way through my liberal arts undergrad program, taking joke gen-ed math and science classes (“History of Science,” anyone?) instead of actual, legitimate classes to fulfill my math/science requirements.
Meanwhile, these DPT programs are all, “Two chemistry classes! Two physics classes! Anatomy and physiology! Calculus!” etc. etc. You know the last time I took chemistry? As a junior in high school. You know the last time I took physics? As a seventh grader. (So by “physics” I mean “We learned Newton’s principles and that leverage is magical.”). Which is to say I never took physics, neither in high school nor in college. And calculus? Man, I didn’t even make it to pre-calc, let alone the real thing.
My dreams of being a PT will likely never be realized. Ultimately, I suppose this is for the best, as I’m not really a science person (see: my college transcript). But I so like the idea of being a PT. Treating patients, doing different things every day, not sitting at a desk all day (omg not sitting at a desk all day…). Alas.
2. Patellofemoral pain syndrome, though often known as runner’s knee, also has another less-sciencey name: moviegoer’s knee. It gets this name because sitting for extended periods of time causes strain on the patella, thus aggravating the condition. I work at a desk, so I’ve often struggled to move throughout the day, but OH BOY is PFPS a good motivator. I can sit in a chair for about 30 minutes or so, but if I don’t move for an hour, as soon as I stand up I have sharp pain in my knees. Because I prefer to be pain free, I’ve tried to get up frequently at work, and man, my activity tracker is so proud of me. Over the past week, I’ve received five total inactivity alerts (all of which I instantly regretted, especially on Tuesday, where two of those five came from. My knee hurt all day after that 😦 ). Prior to last week, there were times where I’d log five inactivity alerts in one day. Thanks, PFPS!
3. I bought peaches at Trader Joe’s last Friday (July 18) and had every intention of coming on here and raving on and on about how excited I am that peaches are in season again, how peaches are probably my favorite summer fruit, how I’d love to make my mom’s peach pie, so on and so forth. And then…
FAIL. And so sad. Now I have to get rid of my peaches 😦
Have you ever had food recalled? This is actually the first time this has ever happened to me. If it’s the last time it ever happens to me, I won’t complain 😛
Do you ever think about completely switching careers?