Origin: proximal massage education facility.
Insertion: inferior surface of bedding covers.
Actions: tearing of the hair, mastication of the jaw, and systemic collapse via exhaustion.
To shorten this muscle, continue cramming relentlessly. To lengthen, intermittently apply chai latte and laughter.
Approximately 2% of you are laughing now: to you, who have survived kinesiology in medical or massage school (or too many years of Latin or Classical Greek club), my sympathies, and admiration at your survival1.
Tonight we went over the take home final and did the practical in kines upper. Tomorrow is the practical for massage upper — during which I at least get to give and receive a massage, even if observed for 1/3 of it. And next week is the final round of finals (har har), after which this quarter is d.o.n.e.
Next quarter I’m taking off of weekly classes, and focusing on the maternity massage certification. (Pregnant and in the greater Portland, OR area? Contact me in May. Free student massage(s). I’m completely serious.) Even with that, I should graduate by the end of 2010. And should be holding my license this time next year.
Hold me.
Also, I scheduled an appointment — finally, a whole quarter later — for next week to speak up about the abysmal ableism I experienced (endured) in Pathology. Apparently the curriculum has since been redesigned, and the redesign finalized for Path I, but I might still be able to influence Path II (which I will take in the summer — I’ll have old Path I and new Path II). So I’m partly kicking myself for not speaking up earlier, partly crossing my fingers that the overhaul has negated the need for my upcoming meeting with the curriculum coordinator, and partly shaking in my Birks at the thought of having that conversation.
Really hold me.
And send chai, and laughter. This studentum wants to last longer.
- In truth, I find kinesiology — and Anatomy & Physiology — fairly easy, certainly compared to how much some others struggle in them, but I am feeling a bit burntoutus this quarter, and won’t be sad to see it end. ↩
Arwyn
In my bathroom hangs a plaque with a picture of a yin yang and the word BALANCE. I can never get it to hang straight. This probably says something deep and meaningful about my life.
*holds you* Will bring chai and laughter. Send voicemail, email, text, or smoke signal. Must help this studentum last! <3
Hugs and well wishes. Will buy chais when next we visit.
I’m laughing at the muscle joke… thanks to my midwifery text.
Break a leg!
Should’ve said medical, massage, or midwifery school! Or physical therapy or… Oh I dunno. Just when one has general geekitude.
I’m holding you. And wishing I were pregnant and in Portland, but as I am neither I can’t take you up on the offer. Sadly, I’m pretty sure that my husband would not consider a free massage sufficient justification for a 3rd child.
Alas, I am in Portland, but not pregnant. I hope that appointment goes well. (And I laughed madly at the references, despite being a computer programmer.)
Hi! I’m pregnant (due in August), in Portland, AND I’m a Kines major who gets the funny (practicing ATC – Certified Athletic Trainer), so it’s the trifecta of awesome, right?
A good friend of mine pointed this post out to me, though I’ve read you before. Just for full disclosure…yes, I came for the call of “free prenatal massage” but stayed for the dang good content.
Ali (and other pregnant Portland peeps), email me: arwyn at raisingmyboychick dot com. Regular readership not required for offer to be valid.
Haha, very funny, but you don’t learn these tersm in Latin or classic Greek.