Fresh February
I've been on a seven week placement for my degree these past weeks. Today is the second from last day of placement I have left. At the weekend, I made chocolate slices for everyone, because in my heart of hearts I'm a typical 1950's housewife really. Though I still have the cutting skills of a three year old, and the chocolate slices are more like mis-shaped blocks of broken chocolate with a biscuit bottom.
I learnt so much from being at my placement, and not just about the Occupational Therapy process, anatomy, the importance of client's independence and wheelchairs, but about myself too. For instance, I now know that my body deserves more respect than I give it; I can actually get into an early morning routine and push through a gruelling soft tissue injury to my knee. I'm now even able to respect buses too, after having been more prompt than expected during the snow, especially in comparison to buses from back home that freak out at the whisper of snow.
My educator has been an angel for me; she made me see things about myself that I never truly noted before. Like my self confidence. I never realised how knocked down it really is. And it's something I've worked really hard on and have improved, but it still needs work; it's not the sort of thing that grows overnight.
Friday will be a sad day, my last day of practice learning. Though I may stay after 12pm just for fish and chip Friday with the rest of the staff, just to give the place a final farewell (and help out with some managerial/admin tasks to help bump up my hours! Haha).
I'm now off to my last student placement support meeting for this placement... It's a sad yet beautiful moment, a symbol of achievement and change and I'm ready for the next challenge.
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I learnt so much from being at my placement, and not just about the Occupational Therapy process, anatomy, the importance of client's independence and wheelchairs, but about myself too. For instance, I now know that my body deserves more respect than I give it; I can actually get into an early morning routine and push through a gruelling soft tissue injury to my knee. I'm now even able to respect buses too, after having been more prompt than expected during the snow, especially in comparison to buses from back home that freak out at the whisper of snow.
My educator has been an angel for me; she made me see things about myself that I never truly noted before. Like my self confidence. I never realised how knocked down it really is. And it's something I've worked really hard on and have improved, but it still needs work; it's not the sort of thing that grows overnight.
Friday will be a sad day, my last day of practice learning. Though I may stay after 12pm just for fish and chip Friday with the rest of the staff, just to give the place a final farewell (and help out with some managerial/admin tasks to help bump up my hours! Haha).
I'm now off to my last student placement support meeting for this placement... It's a sad yet beautiful moment, a symbol of achievement and change and I'm ready for the next challenge.
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