Life has been put into considerable perspective the past few weeks. I have met some amazing people through my program, and I value the knowledge I have received. However, with the possibility of a potentially truncated life expectancy, the absurdity of the past 4 years is nearly intolerable. In general, it is a very bad idea to tell me I cannot do something, unless one is hoping I will succeed, because I take it as a challenge and an attempt to control me. I will not allow others to control me or predict my failure in most situations. Unfortunately, the current situation is something I have minimal say in. At this point, if things don't turn out well, they might be doing me a favor. Nonetheless, I think the most annoying and frustrating part of this process is realizing I may have wasted valuable time (life!) striving to do something I excel at (by all reasonable measure) and love beyond measure simply to be denied based on outdated, asinine academic dogma. It isn't exactly hope inspiring.
So, here I am, written exams. The photo below is what it looks like, in part, this time. All the requisite items are present: coffee, computer, journal articles, cat, flashcards, study schedule...
I've got various bits of information on various bits of professional issues in counseling psychology in my head. While I could have held a discussion regarding training, evidence based practice in psychology, practice in small communities, prescriptive authority, multicultural proficiency, counseling competencies, social justice, psychologist involvement in military interrogations, and prevention psychology months ago, I can certainly do so with facility now. I guess we'll find out if I'm facile enough for academic dogma on Thursday...
