I’ve waited my whole life to put this song up.
Because, in a month, I’m turning 23. I fully expect this to be the year no one likes me. Thanks blink-182.
But, seriously! I’m turning 23.
This is going to be a ramble-y update post, so hang onto your butts.
What’s happened since my last update post, though?
I’ve started my classes. I have two very good ones — one is about community and organizations while the other is about practicing social work — and one that everyone hates. The professor has checked out because she has officially retired and is just kinda here. Which is fine. It means I don’t have to worry that much about the class.
I’m also still at my current practicum. It’s going well! My current caseload is about five patients. One only wants to be seen once a month, which is fine. Another I see weekly. Then three others I see every two weeks. The three I see every two weeks are ones I’ve had from the beginning, so I love seeing them.
In more news, I also have my clinical (i.e. second) year practicum nailed down! I was a bit hesitant about the placement, but when I interviewed, it felt right. Within five minutes, the person interviewing me was telling people who walked in that I’d be with them next year. So, I’m really excited.
The placement is at an in-patient psychiatric facility. They have various programs, but I’ll be working with the senior adult program. I’ll be doing group therapy, activities, one-on-ones, etc. But, even better, in my second semester, they’ll let me branch out! Like, I can go to the adolescent program for a week. Or any of the others they have. I can experiment and work with populations that I don’t usually get to.
Even better, I could, theoretically, get hired by them if there’s a job opening. If there’s not, I could get a contract with them and be employed as needed.
So, basically, I’ve been good. Very busy, but good.
How are you all??
What’s been going on with you?