Monday, December 15, 2008

graduation

Hooray! This weekend was the final weekend of massage school. Graduation was on Sunday, but I came home Saturday- not feeling well and the weather was insane cold. I like to dig in when it gets below zero and Great Falls is so much colder than Helena.

The final tests for NMT were Saturday. The written and the practical. I got 100% on all of my practical tests. Written tests are a different story, though. I realized last night that the National Certification is written- on computer- but written, none the less. I will have to get extremely serious about that before I take it. I was playing with the practice tests from MIMT and boy, I have tons to get stuck in my brain- the correct answer. I'm really good at holding on to the wrong answer, but switching it to the right answer is so hard to do. Lots and lots of studying, I think. I had better get ordering the study guides soon.

Now, it's time to follow up on the business side of things and figure out how to start my practice.

Monday, October 13, 2008

October 13

Studying massage therapy has been a rollercoaster ride. And I'm not so fond of rollercoasters. At first, the simple act of studying was tough. Then, we started A& P and it got so much harder. I have spent lots of years not using my brain outside it's simplest boundaries.

Every time we have Anatomoy and Physiology, I feel like the world's biggest idiot. But, once I remember I'm not stupid, just having a hard time, I feel so much better about it all. I know I will make it through this, somehow...

The travelling to Great Falls for class has been it's own challenge. Financial and emotional. For the last 4 1/2 months I have not been home for my weekends. I am very satisfied to stay home when I get the chance! It's been a treat to spend time with my Aunt Eileen. We have wonderful visits and she like to take care of me for the night.

Yesterday when I came home it was snowing- huge snowflakes coming heavy just before I enterd the north end of Wolf Creek canyon. The road was only wet, not slushy, and I got lost in the snowflakes. I will be 80 years old and will still look at giant snowflakes with the wonder of a child.

I find it funny that I don't have the road memorized yet. I am not sure what's around each corner while I drive down or back. I'm always surprised when I make it to the Dearborn exit, it seems to pop up out of nowhere. That's really unlike me. But, I suppose I'm a bit distracted while driving that road. There's always something going on in my mind.