School
What do you think of when you see this word? For my little brother and sisters this can
sometimes be a synonym for jail.
However, for a child in Africa this word is often a dream. While I was on my clinical rotation I came
into contact with many undergrad students working as techs for the clinic. They all had such a desire to be accepted
into physical therapy school and couldn’t wait until they were in my
place. Sometimes I can get so busy and
frustrated with school that I forget what a privilege it is.
Physical Therapy School
Before I was accepted into school this word was so glorified
in my mind... what happened to that? Over
the past three weeks I have found myself dreading going to school in the
morning and making it through the day by thoughts like: “a year and a half and I’ll
be out.”
In life, we are responsible for our own attitudes and
actions. No one or no situation can put
you in a bad mood unless you let it. So you
got a B on a test instead of an A… or that teacher was so rude when you went to
talk to her… SO WHAT!
School or people around you can never define who you are as
a person. Grades cannot define who you
are, nor will they ever project what type of a therapist I will be.
I feel the easy part of becoming a physical therapist is
what is taught in school. How to take blood
pressure, positioning, ROM testing… and yes even neurology. Anyone can learn these things if they put their
mind to it…
What I argue is this: People who change the world do not
settle for head knowledge… they strive for what is not taught in school: morals,
ethics, and values. Life suddenly is not
about them but about others. They do not
define success by the nice car or house… but how many lives they were able to
change.
What if there is more?
What if it wasn’t about where you get in life?
What if life is not about me?
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