In the future, I want to apply to Physical Therapy school, which in America, requires a certain number of hours spent working in a therapy office. For the school I want to go to, I need to have 100 hours of work, so I spent a few weeks looking for practices that either offer hours for students or were looking to hire aids and assistants. For the first while, no one answered my emails, but then, at once, five or six answered yes, they would take me on, provided I do a short interview.
I couldn’t possibly work at all of them, so I agreed to interview at a few. During these interviews, I found that as much as it was for them to get to know me, it was also to help me see if I would fit in at that practice, or if I should reconsider.
While in the interview for the place I committed to working, I really felt like the interviewer was focused on me, and what I wanted out of the job. He was honest with me about what he likes and dislikes about the field, and how I could best achieve my goals. In general, the interviewer was one of the main reasons I picked this practice.

Won’t you take a moment, hear what I have to say

This story is the reason that I’m standing here today

It’s the story of a man who found the strength to face his grief

It’s the story of a pauper finding wealth beyond belief.

I was standing by the ocean, I was ready to give in

Find freedom from the vicious game that I could never win

When then out of the darkness came an old man walking by

Sent here to protect me, an angel from on high

And he said can’t you see the sunrise, turning darkness into light

And when you see young children smile, it can warm a winter’s night

What a gift you get each minute, this ability to see

I know they weren’t kidding – what’s best in life comes free

You’ve seen leaves change in the autumn, you’ve seen flowers grow in spring

You’ve seen waterfalls and mountains, felt the awe that it can bring

So who’s got the time to ponder all the problems of his lot

Would you trade a million dollars for what you’ve already got? 

He came to stand beside me, as I wiped away my tears

Tears born of the torture of a thousand different fears

And he shared with me a smile, warm and bright and strong

He asked me would I share with him, what in my life was wrong

So I spoke to him of twilight, and he spoke to me of dawn

I spoke to him of winter and he promised spring would come

I asked him about faith and how I wondered what was true

He said to me, why can’t you see, we believe in you

— And he said can’t you see the sunrise, turning darkness into light

I asked him why he bothered with a man he’d never met

A stranger he wont see again and should probably forget

He was silent for a moment, when he spoke his voice was low

He said there was a time I stood by the water long ago

The tragedy that struck me, I was not yet 21,

a young man with no future though my life had just begun

You’re not the only one who thought to leave the pain behind

And he glanced at me and smiled and I realized he was blind

But he said I can hear the laughter turning darkness into light

And when my children say I love you it can warm a winter’s night

What a gift I get each minute even though I cannot see

I know they weren’t kidding, what’s best in life comes free

I’ve heard leaves crack in the autumn, I’ve heard birdsong in the spring

And I know the sound of music, felt the awe that it can bring

So who’s got the time to ponder all the problems of his lot,

I wouldn’t trade a million dollars for what I’ve already got

Would you trade a million dollars for what you’ve already got?  

Because we couldn’t be present at the in-class Writing Center workshop that Professor Petersen brought to our Anthropology class, Korrie and I decided that together, we would go to the writing center. The writing center, on the eighth floor of the campus, offers many sorts of services that would allow us to work on our writing skills. In all honesty, I kind of never thought I would go to the writing center at all. In general, English is the one subject I’m good at, snd I teach English at my old high school, so I thought – wrongly – that there wasn’t really that much for me to learn in terms of writing. However, at the writing center, I learned that there’s always more for me to learn, especially in English; I might have the foundation for writing, but there’s so many things, in terms of style and details that I never even thought about, since all I’ve learned came from a two different teachers. Learning from others, with other perspectives, styles, and skills gave me a depth that I’ve never had before, specifically in the  take-home midterms due in the upcoming weeks.