One of my classmates said that whenever I mention anything lately, it's about the time off we have. Yeah, I'm a bit (a lot) excited about it. One more final tomorrow night.
Anyway, about tonight. I have been studying for this pathology quiz we had tonight for the last couple days. I think I did ok. I won't know the results until probably the new year. I may have actually gotten my first "B" out of this class. Wow. I'm just preparing myself for the possibility.
One thing I wish: I wish that when our Pathology "Textbook" talks about an abnormality, it would talk not only about what it is, where it came from, the functional significance, and the stuff it has in it now, but also how the Massage Therapist handles it - do we work on it or not?
After the quiz on the nervous system, we began learning about pathologies of the endocrine system. By the way, our "regular" teacher (still trying to figure out who our regular teacher is) was out sick so we had a TA teaching us the material. Since we aren't being quizzed or tested on this, and I was/am tired as an old coot, I left at the last break.
I'll have to make sure that I study endocrine pathologies before I take the national certification exam.
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Day 132 - Anatogeez
I had not really looked at the class schedule for a few days and couldn't actually remember what class we had tonight. Therefore, I also did not study for the quiz we had. And guess what? Our regular teacher wasn't able to make it, so we had a substitute. Actually, he's one of our regular TA's, so that was cool. It seems that because the class as a whole is so comfortable with him that he didn't get the respect I feel he deserved with being our instructor for the evening. But such is life sometimes. He did the best he could in the situation.
At any rate, we learned the muscles in the head - minus the facial muscles. They are in the book, but we didn't really go over them. If they're on the national certification exam, I'll have to study them on my own.
We also reviewed for our final exam next week.
At any rate, we learned the muscles in the head - minus the facial muscles. They are in the book, but we didn't really go over them. If they're on the national certification exam, I'll have to study them on my own.
We also reviewed for our final exam next week.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Day 77 - Variations in Review
We got the pleasure of having the Drill Sargeant(DS) back tonight, substitute teaching. I definitely like him. We went over some of the high points of the last several weeks in Massage Variations class, in preparation for the final exams on Wednesday night. We will have a written and hands-on final.
After that - bodywork! I gotta say, though, that with all this bodywork that I have been getting, over the weekend, I found myself a little sore because I hadn't take care of myself properly - not drinking enough water, maybe also not soaking in an Epsom Salt tub to keep my muscles loose.
Tomorrow night's class will be very interesting during the bodywork portion. We will be doing blindfold massages, where the therapist is blindfolded. The thought behind it is that the blindfold will make you "see" with your hands better and also not be as distracted by what's going on around you. Regardless of the reason, it should be interesting.
After that - bodywork! I gotta say, though, that with all this bodywork that I have been getting, over the weekend, I found myself a little sore because I hadn't take care of myself properly - not drinking enough water, maybe also not soaking in an Epsom Salt tub to keep my muscles loose.
Tomorrow night's class will be very interesting during the bodywork portion. We will be doing blindfold massages, where the therapist is blindfolded. The thought behind it is that the blindfold will make you "see" with your hands better and also not be as distracted by what's going on around you. Regardless of the reason, it should be interesting.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Day 69 - Ante Up
Mondays are tough. After a nice relaxing weekend, having to get up for the J-O-B is just - well - TOUGH! But I made it through today at work and then got to go to class, where our regular teacher was sick. Our TA stepped up to the plate, and despite being thrown into it, did a really good job. In some ways, better than the other substitute experiences we've had in our class.
At any rate, we learned more about the muscle structure and dimensional relationships of the anterior lower limbs, including the feet. Basically, we did the front of the leg and the feet. We learned that really paying attention to the feet and the knees means a lot to our clients, which in turn could mean a nice tip. ;-)
When we practiced the bodywork, my partner really paid attention to my feet and by the time he was on my second leg, I was totally zoned out. Not asleep, but totally zoned. When I started to get myself together to begin bodywork on my partner, our TA said I looked like I had "massage after glow." Oh yeah...I was zoned.
Thank you, sir, may I have another?
At any rate, we learned more about the muscle structure and dimensional relationships of the anterior lower limbs, including the feet. Basically, we did the front of the leg and the feet. We learned that really paying attention to the feet and the knees means a lot to our clients, which in turn could mean a nice tip. ;-)
When we practiced the bodywork, my partner really paid attention to my feet and by the time he was on my second leg, I was totally zoned out. Not asleep, but totally zoned. When I started to get myself together to begin bodywork on my partner, our TA said I looked like I had "massage after glow." Oh yeah...I was zoned.
Thank you, sir, may I have another?
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Day 60 - Circus
Usually, I have been very well prepared for final exams, as we have had plenty of review time in class and my own study time - over the weekend, over breaks at work, lunchtime, etc. However, when we got our final exam for Anatomy from our SUBSTITUTE teacher, I seriously think I had to pick up my jaw (mandible) from the floor. There were questions on there that did not even REMOTELY look familiar. I did my best and trudged through them, trying to remember to think logically, even if I didn't recognize one or two of the words in the question. I think some of the exam was in another language. Not sure which language, but definitely not English.
After 40 minutes of wrestling with it, I finally finished and turned it in. As I went outside, WGH was waiting in the parking lot for me, along with other students who had just finished the same exam. We all had the same look our faces - "What was that?!?!?!?" Anyway, after not knowing how I did on the exam and not feeling very confident, I did not want to leave and go home as was the original plan. I needed to find out what my grade was.
WGH being the patient, logical, and wonderful husband that he is, offered to go to Subway and get me a sub (he knew I would be hungry) and come back. In the meantime, I could get my grade and kvetch with my classmates.
So, after 15 minutes of waiting, so no movement on being able to get a grade and WGH had brought back my sub. We went to a little picnic table by a run-off pond and I scarfed down my sub so I could back and find out my grade.
30 minutes later, still no grade, but we had to break down the classroom to prepare it for Student Clinic over the weekend, making our classroom uninhabitable for 40 people to sit and wait.
The SUBSTITUTE teacher took us to another classroom and put a video on...you know, like you do for children when you want to get something done.
Another hour later - yes, an HOUR - I was standing in the hall, chatting with classmates and decided I'd take the time to visit the restroom as there was still no movement on the SUBSTITUTE front. Upon coming out of the restroom, I saw the light was on in the classroom and when I walked in, a classmate told me that my name had been called, so I announced that I was indeed there, thinking they were taking role call.
No, it was to give us our grades.
The next person on the list went up, and the next. Finally, I raised my hand and said (politely, as I try to always be), "My name was at the top of the list and I'm here." She said (in a rather annoyed and curt tone), "Well, you weren't here, so you'll have to wait."
After all that waiting and waiting, THAT is what I got?!?!?!?
Trust me, I am not the class clown, nor the troublemaker, nor the disruptor of the class.
I sit up front, pay attention and try to soak in EVERYTHING that I possibly can because I want to be the best Massage Therapist that I can be.
It was like a knife to my SOUL to hear that kind of treatment, and I was PO'ed to say the least.
One of my classmates - God bless her - came over, leaned down, and whispered that she saw my grade (I AM at the top of the list, you know) and that I had gotten an 88.
Relieved as I was to hear that I passed - and frankly, did pretty well - I was still PO'ed. Rather than get all stoopid and start yelling at somebody (the SUBSTITUTE), I gathered my things, I think I may have muttered a profanity (for which I put a quarter in the jar - I honestly don't use that sort of language, but apparently my ire was up), and walked out of the room.
From across the parking lot, the ever-so-loving-patient-and-saint-to-be-married-to-me was sitting in the car and could tell by my walk that something was afoot. He quickly drove over to me and picked me up. It took me at least 20 miles toward home to calm down.
I know that in any sort of educational system, sometimes, stuff happens. It happens in businesses all the time. I regret that I wasn't more mature in my actions, as all of my classmates and I have had the same sorts of experiences, but I chose to take the childish road by taking my toys and going elsewhere to play.
I have chosen to learn Massage Therapy, and I love the work that I am learning to do. 90% of my experience has been really great at BSOM, but there are nights like tonight where all you-know-what breaks and I feel like I am getting the short end of the stick.
Despite all of that, I am going to put on my big-girl panties, have a great weekend without any studying, and go back to class next week with a big ol' smile on my face because I know that next week, we start five or six (I can't count) weeks of nothing but bodywork.
After 40 minutes of wrestling with it, I finally finished and turned it in. As I went outside, WGH was waiting in the parking lot for me, along with other students who had just finished the same exam. We all had the same look our faces - "What was that?!?!?!?" Anyway, after not knowing how I did on the exam and not feeling very confident, I did not want to leave and go home as was the original plan. I needed to find out what my grade was.
WGH being the patient, logical, and wonderful husband that he is, offered to go to Subway and get me a sub (he knew I would be hungry) and come back. In the meantime, I could get my grade and kvetch with my classmates.
So, after 15 minutes of waiting, so no movement on being able to get a grade and WGH had brought back my sub. We went to a little picnic table by a run-off pond and I scarfed down my sub so I could back and find out my grade.
30 minutes later, still no grade, but we had to break down the classroom to prepare it for Student Clinic over the weekend, making our classroom uninhabitable for 40 people to sit and wait.
The SUBSTITUTE teacher took us to another classroom and put a video on...you know, like you do for children when you want to get something done.
Another hour later - yes, an HOUR - I was standing in the hall, chatting with classmates and decided I'd take the time to visit the restroom as there was still no movement on the SUBSTITUTE front. Upon coming out of the restroom, I saw the light was on in the classroom and when I walked in, a classmate told me that my name had been called, so I announced that I was indeed there, thinking they were taking role call.
No, it was to give us our grades.
The next person on the list went up, and the next. Finally, I raised my hand and said (politely, as I try to always be), "My name was at the top of the list and I'm here." She said (in a rather annoyed and curt tone), "Well, you weren't here, so you'll have to wait."
After all that waiting and waiting, THAT is what I got?!?!?!?
Trust me, I am not the class clown, nor the troublemaker, nor the disruptor of the class.
I sit up front, pay attention and try to soak in EVERYTHING that I possibly can because I want to be the best Massage Therapist that I can be.
It was like a knife to my SOUL to hear that kind of treatment, and I was PO'ed to say the least.
One of my classmates - God bless her - came over, leaned down, and whispered that she saw my grade (I AM at the top of the list, you know) and that I had gotten an 88.
Relieved as I was to hear that I passed - and frankly, did pretty well - I was still PO'ed. Rather than get all stoopid and start yelling at somebody (the SUBSTITUTE), I gathered my things, I think I may have muttered a profanity (for which I put a quarter in the jar - I honestly don't use that sort of language, but apparently my ire was up), and walked out of the room.
From across the parking lot, the ever-so-loving-patient-and-saint-to-be-married-to-me was sitting in the car and could tell by my walk that something was afoot. He quickly drove over to me and picked me up. It took me at least 20 miles toward home to calm down.
I know that in any sort of educational system, sometimes, stuff happens. It happens in businesses all the time. I regret that I wasn't more mature in my actions, as all of my classmates and I have had the same sorts of experiences, but I chose to take the childish road by taking my toys and going elsewhere to play.
I have chosen to learn Massage Therapy, and I love the work that I am learning to do. 90% of my experience has been really great at BSOM, but there are nights like tonight where all you-know-what breaks and I feel like I am getting the short end of the stick.
Despite all of that, I am going to put on my big-girl panties, have a great weekend without any studying, and go back to class next week with a big ol' smile on my face because I know that next week, we start five or six (I can't count) weeks of nothing but bodywork.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Day 56 - Reunited
Guess what? We had a combined class again with Anthony leading instruction tonight. The class we have been combined with graduates next week. What are they going to do with us after that when our instructor is sick or something?
Anyway, we had our last class of Cranial Sacral before the final exam next week. We ended up by doing review for the written portion of the final and then practicing the hands-on portion during the bodywork section of the class. I was last on the table and WGH had driven home, so I'm quite relaxed after all the practicing.
One of the classmates was practicing the sacral hold that we learned in the last class, but apparently needed a little refresher on how to "get into position." My understanding is that it looked like circus tricks on the table next to me, with legs flailing in the air and what-not. Unfortunately, I was on the table and my eyes were closed and covered with a towel, so I didn't see any of this.
WGH has been riding with me occasionally to school, getting a chance to chat, which is rather lacking during the week. While I'm in class, he enjoys going to the aeroport, which is just right down the street from school, and watching the people and planes. Both are rather fascinating. Then he picks me up and we get to ride home together and catch up on what happened in class and what sort of antics we have...like circus tricks.
This weekend, I am planning on working on creating my own "spa" music - you know - the stuff that I play while I'm working on a victim...uh...I mean, client. I don't know how far I'll get, but hope to have something soon.
Anyway, we had our last class of Cranial Sacral before the final exam next week. We ended up by doing review for the written portion of the final and then practicing the hands-on portion during the bodywork section of the class. I was last on the table and WGH had driven home, so I'm quite relaxed after all the practicing.
One of the classmates was practicing the sacral hold that we learned in the last class, but apparently needed a little refresher on how to "get into position." My understanding is that it looked like circus tricks on the table next to me, with legs flailing in the air and what-not. Unfortunately, I was on the table and my eyes were closed and covered with a towel, so I didn't see any of this.
WGH has been riding with me occasionally to school, getting a chance to chat, which is rather lacking during the week. While I'm in class, he enjoys going to the aeroport, which is just right down the street from school, and watching the people and planes. Both are rather fascinating. Then he picks me up and we get to ride home together and catch up on what happened in class and what sort of antics we have...like circus tricks.
This weekend, I am planning on working on creating my own "spa" music - you know - the stuff that I play while I'm working on a victim...uh...I mean, client. I don't know how far I'll get, but hope to have something soon.
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