Stop with the tunnel vision!
Thnx, Me
I am trying to find my inner Zen, a slight sense of peace, that Xanax my mother left me...indeed, folks, it is that time again, GRE day!!!! Strike up the band and throw out the ticker tape (side note: had to explain to student what ticker tape was)! I am on course to raise my already 88+% verbal score another 100 points. Too bad my selected programs don't care if you have a vocabulary higher than the fourth grade, or that I need to raise my too abysmal to post quantitative scores about 200 points.
But thanks to the help of others (to whom I think I would owe my first born if I ever considered birthing babies), I feel a lot more confident. A further buttress to my self-confidence was my light-bulb moment in the car yesterday: Yes, hi, hello, it is me. Yes, that LPC you worked towards for 2 years in a Master's program that was supposed to take 2.5-3 and then those 3,000 clock hours you put in after that at slave wages, remember me? That professional and portable licensure that allows you to provide therapy in all 50 states now that California has picked up the clue phone, ringing any bells? This means you can get a PhD in Dev psych or Social welfare/policy/work and still be a researcher, a professor, a candlestick maker AND still do that clinical therapy thing you enjoy so much. So stop pigeon-holing yourself into Clinical Psych programs. I mean if you get into your top choices, then fine, but don't think you HAVE to spend $120K on a pay as you go PsyD just to be called Dr. H. Now quit your belly-achin', you lily-livered summabitch and get out there and win this game for your momma, Jesus, and apple-pie!
Sorry about that last part, my LPC has clearly been in Alabama for too long. Speaking of which, the in-laws made another surprise drive down here (which raises Hawaii's standing infinitely in my book) as they "needed to get out of the house". We had mentioned forever ago that we would like them to come visit and weekends X & Y would be best, but to let us know. They did not let us know until the voice mail telling us they were on the road. We were thinking we could include them in our "cultured" plans this weekend including Opera things (that is Oper-ahhhh not Oper-eeee), but since they did not call they "only brought jeans since we didn't know". *Facepalm* I feel like living 4+ hours away should not still be in Everybody loves Raymond territory, but I am woefully misinformed.
Cookies to whoever knows my subject line. Which inspired me to snap "My name isn't fucking Warren", to the photog at a friend's wedding this past weekend...but that, my dears, is a story for another post.
Thnx, Me
I am trying to find my inner Zen, a slight sense of peace, that Xanax my mother left me...indeed, folks, it is that time again, GRE day!!!! Strike up the band and throw out the ticker tape (side note: had to explain to student what ticker tape was)! I am on course to raise my already 88+% verbal score another 100 points. Too bad my selected programs don't care if you have a vocabulary higher than the fourth grade, or that I need to raise my too abysmal to post quantitative scores about 200 points.
But thanks to the help of others (to whom I think I would owe my first born if I ever considered birthing babies), I feel a lot more confident. A further buttress to my self-confidence was my light-bulb moment in the car yesterday: Yes, hi, hello, it is me. Yes, that LPC you worked towards for 2 years in a Master's program that was supposed to take 2.5-3 and then those 3,000 clock hours you put in after that at slave wages, remember me? That professional and portable licensure that allows you to provide therapy in all 50 states now that California has picked up the clue phone, ringing any bells? This means you can get a PhD in Dev psych or Social welfare/policy/work and still be a researcher, a professor, a candlestick maker AND still do that clinical therapy thing you enjoy so much. So stop pigeon-holing yourself into Clinical Psych programs. I mean if you get into your top choices, then fine, but don't think you HAVE to spend $120K on a pay as you go PsyD just to be called Dr. H. Now quit your belly-achin', you lily-livered summabitch and get out there and win this game for your momma, Jesus, and apple-pie!
Sorry about that last part, my LPC has clearly been in Alabama for too long. Speaking of which, the in-laws made another surprise drive down here (which raises Hawaii's standing infinitely in my book) as they "needed to get out of the house". We had mentioned forever ago that we would like them to come visit and weekends X & Y would be best, but to let us know. They did not let us know until the voice mail telling us they were on the road. We were thinking we could include them in our "cultured" plans this weekend including Opera things (that is Oper-ahhhh not Oper-eeee), but since they did not call they "only brought jeans since we didn't know". *Facepalm* I feel like living 4+ hours away should not still be in Everybody loves Raymond territory, but I am woefully misinformed.
Cookies to whoever knows my subject line. Which inspired me to snap "My name isn't fucking Warren", to the photog at a friend's wedding this past weekend...but that, my dears, is a story for another post.
1 comments:
Ah, yes, the surprise visit. One advantage to being on the left coast, I assure you. It's not as far west as Hawaii, but it serves our purposes (in more ways thane one recently). Good luck with the whole OperAH thing. I hope they are willing to at least buy some Dockers and be edumacated by you two and Mr. and Mrs. A.
Which programs require fewer years of work on average, a PhD or PsyD? I'm inferring from your post that the PhD could require fewer years of work.
I hope the math ninja vibes reached you on the Dirty Coast!
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