In short: Not the best of weeks.
Monday I had an appointment with a study coordinator at school, and set up a plan for how I will finish this bachelor degree, seeing as I am "behind" on my internships. According to the plan I'll be finished with everything by summer 2013, exactly one year "late". I'm glad it won't take longer, but the thought of two internships in one semester next year is very daunting. I just hope I can hang in there and get through it.
Also got a mail from the student organization, who owns and rents out the house my apartment is in as well as the neighboring house. They'd been "made aware of me keeping a dog", and requested an application asking for permission to keep one. I've only had her here for two years already, so god knows who suddenly has objected to it now. Worst case scenario is they kick me out on my arse, or make me get rid of her.
Monday night I went to this choir practice, having been told that I had to do a singing test and that this was just "a formality". So imagine my surprise when I was basically tossed out of there after 10 minutes. I'd actually looked forward to join a choir, all though my experiences with it has been very limited I've really like doing it when I've had the chance. Apparently they had way too many "alts", which is the darkest of the female singing voices, and had no room for me. My chronically poor and tested self-confidence can't help but think that I sing so horribly they couldn't imagine having me in the choir.
Wednesday was one of those mandatory school days where we were divided into groups and had various workshops around our current theme "rehabilitation and people's health". I didn't particularly like the one where they forced us down into the gymnasium with some overly-perky, energetic instructor to do various strengthening exercises for 20 minutes. In everyday clothes. Not only am I in appallingly bad shape and weigh as much as your average manatee, but I also have a problem with er... perspiration. (Too much info, yeah yeah) It's mainly a horrible side effect to some medication I am on. Utterly humiliating. And I'm still sore.
Our current school assignment is this 3500 word long paper on "overall rehabilitation". We have a patient case and a "problem" to work from. This is the fourth one we are writing of these types of assignment, and it's not as daunting anymore. Having been in the governmental "system" of rehabilitation for many years I'm familiar with it and definitely have some views on how a patient should be met and treated, and some views on how to rehabilitate "the whole person". It's strange how I seem to draw as much experience from my personal life as I draw from my actual lectures and literature in this education. Our next paper will be on "palliative care", or "care for the dying patient". Yeah, yet another subject where I have more than enough personal experience to take from. Not particularly looking forward to that one.
And to top it all - the Dr Martens I ordered yesterday which I was so psyched about turned out not to be in stock after all and the order was cancelled. So much for trying to cheer myself up.
