When I was in 6th grade, I went on a field trip with my class to a children's hospital in Yakima. While we were there, we saw my teacher's husband, Jeremy Hubbard, working as a PTA. He was sitting on a big exercise ball working with a kid, and I was like, Hey! That looks like fun... I should be a physical therapist.
Fast forward to now. I'm actually taking classes from Jeremy (almost Dr. Hubbard). Today I was reminded of my initial excitement about physical therapy because we had a lab where we just got to use all the different equipment. SO FUN. Exercise balls, balance "wobblers", BAPS, bikes, total gym, therabands, free weights, flexy wands, and so much more. To be honest I still don't even know the proper names of everything, much less all the different ways I can use them. But it was a lot of fun.
Today Ben Hummel came to lab with me, just because he wanted to see what the PT class looked like, or something. I told him it wouldn't be that exciting because we weren't using any equipment or anything (it turned out I was wrong...) but I guess it still sounded better than dissecting the ear. I think he was pretty impressed with how awesome our labs are, but he decided there was no way he could blend in with our class and that he'd better go to his own.
I have a lot of respect for med students, for the hard work and time they put in. I hang out with a lot of med students. I live with a med student. I spend a lot of weekends with med students. Med students do a lot of two things. 1. Study. 2. Talk about med school. (Sheesh, the talk even continues on Sabbath, how exhausting!) They also tend to compare themselves to other students, like PT students. My med friends think PT students have to do a bench press to get into PT school, like an MCAT equivalent. They think all we do is give back rubs in class. And that working out is our form of studying.
In undergrad I swung back and forth between PT and med school. A few of times. But since I've been here, I've never once looked back. I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am in the right place. I know this is what I want to do with the rest of my life, career-wise. I know this is the lifestyle I want. My classes are challenging, but I like them (usually). We make light of massage therapists and chiropractors. And I've never bench pressed.
I happened to be in the library one particular day when I was a little fed up with the PT student jokes, and my dear roommate threw a paper airplane across the room at me. It landed just in front of my table. It turns out, this was the third time she had thrown the plane but I hadn't even noticed because the first two times it was even farther from hitting me. I picked up the plane and returned it to her.
"At least PT students can throw."
Fast forward to now. I'm actually taking classes from Jeremy (almost Dr. Hubbard). Today I was reminded of my initial excitement about physical therapy because we had a lab where we just got to use all the different equipment. SO FUN. Exercise balls, balance "wobblers", BAPS, bikes, total gym, therabands, free weights, flexy wands, and so much more. To be honest I still don't even know the proper names of everything, much less all the different ways I can use them. But it was a lot of fun.
Today Ben Hummel came to lab with me, just because he wanted to see what the PT class looked like, or something. I told him it wouldn't be that exciting because we weren't using any equipment or anything (it turned out I was wrong...) but I guess it still sounded better than dissecting the ear. I think he was pretty impressed with how awesome our labs are, but he decided there was no way he could blend in with our class and that he'd better go to his own.
I have a lot of respect for med students, for the hard work and time they put in. I hang out with a lot of med students. I live with a med student. I spend a lot of weekends with med students. Med students do a lot of two things. 1. Study. 2. Talk about med school. (Sheesh, the talk even continues on Sabbath, how exhausting!) They also tend to compare themselves to other students, like PT students. My med friends think PT students have to do a bench press to get into PT school, like an MCAT equivalent. They think all we do is give back rubs in class. And that working out is our form of studying.
In undergrad I swung back and forth between PT and med school. A few of times. But since I've been here, I've never once looked back. I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am in the right place. I know this is what I want to do with the rest of my life, career-wise. I know this is the lifestyle I want. My classes are challenging, but I like them (usually). We make light of massage therapists and chiropractors. And I've never bench pressed.
I happened to be in the library one particular day when I was a little fed up with the PT student jokes, and my dear roommate threw a paper airplane across the room at me. It landed just in front of my table. It turns out, this was the third time she had thrown the plane but I hadn't even noticed because the first two times it was even farther from hitting me. I picked up the plane and returned it to her.
"At least PT students can throw."
That affirmation, or confirmation ... what a gift. Happy for you.
ReplyDeleteha, so funny Jenny! I can relate;)
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