<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425</id><updated>2012-03-10T16:54:51.775-06:00</updated><category term='00'/><title type='text'>Master of Occupational Therapy - My Student Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a Master of Occupational Therapy student. Grad school began Sept 1, 2009.  This blog is to chronicle my journey throughout grad school, record my experiences and observations and to increase the available online content of Occupational Therapy information from a student perspective.

I don't represent any Occupational Therapy school, program or organization of any kind.  Although I'd rather you include a comment below you may email me at kimberlysland AT gmail DOT com.  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I really appreciate all the emails and comments and encouraging words.  I know I'm terrible with getting back to you in a timely manner and I AM SO SORRY.  I try to work on that, I really do, but so far, I fail every time. lol.  But thank you for supporting my blog and continuing to check in, ask questions and encourage me.  I really appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-3527613147312790079?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3527613147312790079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/thank-you-for-supporting-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3527613147312790079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3527613147312790079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/thank-you-for-supporting-my-blog.html' title='THANK YOU! for supporting my blog'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-719836804272686360</id><published>2011-06-20T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:11:06.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glioblastoma Multiforme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiGYc986eys/TgAKg_DbxxI/AAAAAAAAArk/Uap1U8kS0xU/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bglioblastoma%2Bmultiforme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiGYc986eys/TgAKg_DbxxI/AAAAAAAAArk/Uap1U8kS0xU/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bglioblastoma%2Bmultiforme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620503896756307730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GBM in the right hemisphere (the left side of this picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.cns.org/wiki/index.php/Glioblastoma_multiforme_%28GBM%29"&gt;source of photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise known as GBM, is a tumor I've been seeing quite a bit lately.  The sad part about this tumor is that the prognosis is very poor.   People diagnosed with this tumor usually have from 3 months to 2 years to live.  What bothers me about this is that when we see patients and discharge them, we're basically sending them home to die.  Many of them need acute rehab care but some of them refuse, stating that they'd rather spend their remaining time with their family.  I don't blame them, really.  But seeing this diagnosis really bothers me because these patients know they are going to die and their families know this as well.  I just can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GBM is treated the same as most other tumors--surgery (which is popular where I am), radiation, chemotherapy, steroids, etc.  But let me back up and bit and give you a bit of info on this tumor.  GBM is a very aggressive brain tumor of the glial cells.   Glial cells are cells that support neurons by protecting neurons from foreign invaders, providing nourishment to neurons and destroying old neurons.  Glial cells also hold neurons in place, assist with neuroplasticity and help repair neurons when they are injured.   What I find interesting is that glial cells are not neurons themselves, they only serve as bodyguards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably infer, glial cells are very important to the nervous system.   GBM is more common in males, particularly white and Asian men over 50.  Unfortunately, the tumor can grow without symptoms until it has become a dangerous mass.  As an occupational therapist (student :-) in an acute hospital setting, we work on a variety of functional activities, such as orientation (making sure the patient knows who they are, where they are and the date), upper extremity active range of motion, functional mobility that is comparable to walking a distance within the home, putting on shirts, pants and socks,  sitting balance, walking balance, vision and perception and fine motor coordination.  We work on other things depending on the needs of the client but these are the most common.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-719836804272686360?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/719836804272686360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/gliobastoma-multiforme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/719836804272686360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/719836804272686360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/gliobastoma-multiforme.html' title='Glioblastoma Multiforme'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiGYc986eys/TgAKg_DbxxI/AAAAAAAAArk/Uap1U8kS0xU/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bglioblastoma%2Bmultiforme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7301140651023071203</id><published>2011-06-07T22:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:16:47.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a website that has contacted me twice.  They have occupational therapy jobs and other resources, including other occupational therapy blogs!  (click on the Resources link) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked it out and it looks interesting, to say the least.  I am not endorsing or attesting to the validity of their service or ANYTHING of that nature.  I think this is an interesting site and they asked me to put the link on my site and I agreed to do so, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getoccupationaltherapyjobs.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.&lt;wbr&gt;GetOccupationalTherapyJobs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View at your discretion...  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7301140651023071203?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7301140651023071203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/heres-website-that-has-contacted-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7301140651023071203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7301140651023071203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/heres-website-that-has-contacted-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-4134346895054314763</id><published>2011-06-07T21:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T06:36:40.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bqnh9Jnmx6Q/Te7kxOpGCOI/AAAAAAAAArc/zjd-AUihO0U/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2BICU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bqnh9Jnmx6Q/Te7kxOpGCOI/AAAAAAAAArc/zjd-AUihO0U/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2BICU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615677319772768482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This picture gives you a a general idea of what the ICU is like.  Now imagine a patient in the bed with lines coming out of their head, nose, neck, chest, arms, wrist, hand, genitals and legs. Yes, seriously, that many lines.  The entire visual is very...busy.  I'll write a post about it later to give you an idea of what to expect if you ever have the opportunity to work in the ICU.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As usual, this is not my ICU, just a random pic :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  One third of the way through my first Level I Fieldwork.  Again, Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me that I didn't actually explain what I'm doing.  At least, I don't remember explaining...anyway, I'm a student in Neurology-Acute Inpatient.  I don't know if that is the official name, but that's what I'm doing.  I only see patients that have neurological diseases or medical concerns, such as brain tumors, multiple sclerosis, strokes and a host of other diseases that are rare neurological disorders.   Many of the patients are in the ICU, and that is exciting and scary for me because the ICU is BUSY.   There are so many lines, monitors and noises, you have to be focused on 10 things at once.  At another time I'll write a post just on that. It's sooo interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hospital treats A LOT of diseases that are far and few between; outside hospitals send their patients here when they are unable to provide further care or determine the exact problem.  As a result, I see a host of interesting disorders that are very uncommon.    Sometimes, I also see burn patients or 'general medicine' patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that hospital inpatient acute is different from rehabilitation (inpatient) acute care.  It's confusing I know...I've noticed that clinicians often use them interchangeably, depending on with whom you are speaking.  However, they are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a hospital inpatient acute therapist, I work with people who have come to the hospital with an illness or problem, the doctors have diagnosed the problem or are medically managing it and the doctors require the occupational therapist to see the patient to determine if the patient is safe and stable enough to go home or participate in other forms of care, such as outpatient, acute, day rehab, etc.  The patients are only in the hospital for 7 days or less, rarely longer, hence the term 'acute' for this setting.  These patients are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acutely&lt;/span&gt; sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rehab&lt;/span&gt; acute therapist works with people who require a long-term hospital stay, 24-hour nursing care and daily medical supervision AND they must need (and be able to tolerate) at least 2 hours of therapy a day of AT LEAST 2 skilled services--occupational, speech and/or physical therapy.  This is the key to acute care-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inpatient stay, 2 or more services, 3 hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;   Please note that rehab acute care is not offered at all hospitals.  As a result, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; take place in a hospital &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; another facility, but the premise is the same, regardless of the location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this clears things up, even if just a little; I hope I explained it well.  So, back to me.  As an inpatient neuro acute student therapist, I assess the patient's current function and abilities, perform a verbal investigation of their functional history before they were injured and determine how what they can do now compares to what they were previously able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a discharge recommendation, stating if they are able to go home (safely, of course) or if they need additional care, such as further acute care, outpatient care, day rehab, home health, 24-hour supervision, etc.  The purpose is to determine how functionally independent AND safe the patient would be if they were to walk out of the hospital at that exact moment and return to their normal living conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, most of the patients I see are not safe and require additional care.  In the meantime, while they are still inpatient patients at the hospital I continue to see and work with them.  We work VERY closely with the PTs, we work in teams.  We work together to evaluate  and treat patients.  Because patients are so acutely sick, 99% of the time they are laying in bed 24 hours a day.  As you know, this is a recipe for pressure/bed sores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we work on sitting them up in bed, balance while sitting on the edge of the bed, standing and walking.   We also work on other functional activities, such as dressing, eating, cognition (do they know where they are, the date and the president?  You'd be surprised how many people who have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; been medicated are clueless), following - multi-step commands, safety awareness, sensation, vision, L/R discrimination, toileting, transfers, attention, and memory, to name a few.  Our goal is to get them healthy enough to leave the hospital and return home or to the next level of care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this has clarified some things a bit...Some people expressed some confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-4134346895054314763?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4134346895054314763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4134346895054314763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4134346895054314763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-four.html' title='Week Four!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bqnh9Jnmx6Q/Te7kxOpGCOI/AAAAAAAAArc/zjd-AUihO0U/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2BICU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7055050276696485859</id><published>2011-05-31T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:45:16.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Three!</title><content type='html'>I'm always amazed at how one day I look up and BAM!  It's been weeks since I've posted.  Time is flying and it's a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week three of my first Level I Fieldwork is coming along well, I think.  I'm always amazed at how little I actually know.  Just when you think school has stuffed you chock full of info you go on Fieldwork and realize it wasn't enough.  I'm learning diagnosis I didn't even know existed and sometimes there are 2 and 3 variations of one diagnosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also learning that every OT and every facility has their own way of writing notes and writing goals.  So, just when you get used to doing it one way, you go to another facility and their protocol is slightly different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that to date I've had 2 clients kind of tick me off by saying inappropriate things to me, however, I smiled each time and kept my cool.  I can take a client being rude because they are tired or mentally impaired or don't want to do therapy, that just comes with the territory and doesn't bother me much.  But when people make personal assaults, well, that ticks me off.  I am a professional AND I am a student, so that puts in the position where unless they call me something really outrageous or do something to threaten my safety then I just nod my head and move on.  But you future occupational therapists need to be prepared for the fact that patients say crazy things, even though they themselves are not crazy.  They may catch you off guard and, as a student and future employee, it's not in your best interest to give them a piece of your mind.  Sometimes you have to just smile and let the patient think they are right or let them think they know more than you.  The way I see it, they are not an integral or fixed part of my life; I'll only be working with them for a short time and then it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7055050276696485859?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7055050276696485859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/week-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7055050276696485859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7055050276696485859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/week-three.html' title='Week Three!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5214056601796350572</id><published>2011-05-18T20:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:59:20.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Fieldwork - 10 tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmhLaVEbjzw/TdR4-X8QB1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/H330Vd3rGmY/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2B10%2Btips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmhLaVEbjzw/TdR4-X8QB1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/H330Vd3rGmY/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2B10%2Btips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608240448957056850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go to bed, I want to share some brief tips with you on making your first day go along as smooth as possible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Call your clinical instructor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/span&gt; 2 weeks before your start date to introduce yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ask about appropriate attire and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE SPECIFIC&lt;/span&gt;.  At one hospital and another pediatric site, I wore corduroy pants and both sites said it was fine.  At a different hospital, the administrator had a HUGE problem with it and said corduroy's are actually jeans and are inappropriate. At some place, khaki's are okay and others they are not okay.  So, ask specific questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Find out if your site requires a background check.  They may ask you to pay for it and these things can be expensive so save your money and be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Your site may require vaccinations or titers.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIND OUT!&lt;/span&gt;  Once you find out, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO IT&lt;/span&gt; immediately, assuming you don't object or have personal convictions against being vaccinated.    Be sure you read the paperwork &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carefully&lt;/span&gt;.  My current site requires tither/vaccinations against Rubella &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; Rubeola, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, THEY ARE TWO DIFFERENT FORMS OF MEASLES&lt;/span&gt;.  Only after triple-checking and calling the site did I clarify they needed both.  It would have been tragic to show up and be unprepared for this.   These injections and titers can get expensive so if you feel comfortable, go to a clinic, it's generally cheaper. Or, if you're at a hospital, they can do it for you--this option may be more expensive but at least you'll know you'll have everything you need and it will be done correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Your site may require a urine/drug test.  Find out how many 'panels' they require.  If they require a 9-10 panel test this is more expensive so be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Ask your CI if there is anything you can study to prepare for the upcoming weeks.  Express how eager you are to start and how much you  appreciate them taking you on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Review the FIM and your Manual Muscle Testing grades!   Many sites use these and it comes in handy to know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you can, submit your paperwork, titer/vaccination paperwork early so you don't have to take care of all that on the first day.  If you need an ID, see if you can come in early and complete that process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do a trial run to your site!  Drive, walk, bike, take the bus, whatever your mode of transportation will be during your fieldwork, take the time to do it and time yourself.  It will prevent you from being late, finding/paying for parking on the first day, or getting lost.  Trust me, I do this and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT IS SO HELPFUL&lt;/span&gt;.  I even go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSIDE&lt;/span&gt; the site and find the occupational therapy room.  This way I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt; where I am going on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Go to bed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; the night before and get up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; enough to take your time and eat a good breakfast.  Many sites have set times for lunch, which can easily be 4 hours from your arrival.  You may not have time for snacks because you're so busy.  If you ate a skimpy breakfast you will starve and this may affect your concentration and performance.  I wake up 1.5 hours before I need to leave so I can do my hair, cook and eat a huge breakfast and take my time to get ready.  I don't like feeling rushed before leaving out the door for fieldwork.  Also, be sure to pack your bag with everything you need so that you can just zip the bag and go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BONUS&lt;/span&gt;--When it's all over-- Send a thank-you card or buy a small, but useful, gift when your fieldwork is done.  Remember, taking a student is a both a burden and a blessing.  Be respectful of CIs and sites that agree to take you.  I ALWAYS send thank-you cards.  At one site, they needed clothing for their girls so my classmates and I got together and send clothes for about a month.  One girl got her Old Navy co-workers to chip in and buy LOTS of Old Navy clothes.  At another site, I noticed my CI was carrying everything in plastic bags so I bought her a sturdy plastic carrying case to make things easier (only $5) and I wrote a thank-you note for good measure.  At another site, I wrote about 10 thank -you cards, one for EACH PERSON that took me under their wing, even if it was only for an hour.  The point is, show your appreciation in a form that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; email.  People will remember that and they will remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5214056601796350572?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5214056601796350572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-day-of-fieldwork-10-tips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5214056601796350572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5214056601796350572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-day-of-fieldwork-10-tips.html' title='First day of Fieldwork - 10 tips'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmhLaVEbjzw/TdR4-X8QB1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/H330Vd3rGmY/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2B10%2Btips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-4261700696788440445</id><published>2011-05-18T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:31:58.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Level II Fieldwork - Day 2</title><content type='html'>So, today was my first REAL day of Level II Fieldwork.  Yesterday, I took care of all the 'new person' logistic things, like meeting my CI, getting to know the building, taking a HIPAA course (which was about 2 hours!), getting keys and access to the electronic system, getting a locker, signing papers, going over expectations, meeting the other clinicians and taking a 3-hour course on using the electronic documentation system.  By the time I did all of this it was about 4pm and so they sent me home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, that was not the case!  Haha!  I had a FULL day.  I did some ICU (Intensive Care Unit) treatments, evaluations and inpatient treatment.  I did not actually DO the treatment, that comes in the next 3-4 weeks.  Rather, I observed and assisted and asked a gazillion questions.  I probably won't be posting much detail, due to privacy and discretion and all that good stuff, but I'll try to post the most interesting things that I see or experience so that all of you can share this wonderful Level II experience with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I must say is that this particular fieldwork is INTENSE.  At my last fieldwork, I would hear a diagnosis and it would be familiar.  At this location, however, there are diagnosis that are so rare or uncommon that many times the only way to know is to ask the doctor, use the online medical database or Google it.   I can definitely say I will be trained very well by the end of this fieldwork because I am learning diagnoses that I didn't even know existed.  My CI confirmed that they tend to get a lot of special cases...which is good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I must say is that I have been blessed with some AWESOME CIs, at this location and all my fieldwork locations prior to this one.  God is really looking out for me because I have not had some of the horror or boring experiences that others have shared with me.  Taking on a student is a HUGE responsibility, and in a way, a big pain in the buttocks.  Taking on a student definitely slows the therapist down due to all the questions, having someone follow you EVERYWHERE you go like a shadow, explaining all the steps in the treatment process when you would normally zip right through it and then the biggee--documentation.  Showing a new student how to use the system and then how to write in OT language is a huge challenge and not everyone can teach this well.  My CI stayed behind an hour today just to show me how to document, to assess my clinical reasoning and to ensure that I understood what we saw, how we treated the patient and how to translate that information in a way that OTs and other medical professionals can use it for further treatment and discharge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the site prior to this one, my CIs were the same way.  They were soooo patient and were very good and pushing me to jump right in and do it.  I learned so much from them and they gave me an excellent baseline for this fieldwork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't get to go out with my friends as often because I'm realizing all that I don't know.  I'll be one Googling sister.  Seriously.  There's not much time for me to Google while I'm on site but when I come home I have to make the most of my time, and there's not much time in the day.  I'll probably be in the bed by 9 tonight.  Right now, it's 8.30 and I'm exhausted--and it's just the first day!  Lol.   After work, I had to run some errands, eat dinner, prepare everything for tomorrow and update this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have all these blog notes I wrote from the last fieldwork, notes on things I observed or participated in and wanted to share with you on this blog.  However, I rarely had time to log on, as you can see from my limited activity last month.  Additionally, I have notes from things I learned months ago while in class, along with a ton of pictures I took of adaptive aids and devices and other interesting occupational therapy items.  As you can see, none of that has been posted yet!  I'm so busy.  But I promise I will get it posted, slowly but surely.  It's really important to me that this blog is a resource for those pursuing occupational therapy or interested in more information about occupational therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy and there are probably all kinds of typos and grammar errors and words missing in this post.  If so, I truly apologize!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-4261700696788440445?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4261700696788440445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/level-ii-fieldwork-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4261700696788440445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4261700696788440445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/level-ii-fieldwork-day-2.html' title='Level II Fieldwork - Day 2'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1780605812814411512</id><published>2011-05-17T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:32:50.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Level II</title><content type='html'>I started my first Level II today!  Whooooooo...scaaaaaary.  But, so far, l'm loving it!  It's only been one day, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day, I kept thing that this is it.  This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEVEL II.&lt;/span&gt;  I finish this fieldwork in August and then I start the second Level II and then...graduation...and then real life.  I'm a second career occupational therapist, I don't know why I treat this as if it's my first job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, this is Level II and this is the real thing.  My last three Level I's were more like practice.  I observed and I asked questions.  I performed some evaluations, planning and interventions  but not every day and not with every patient.  This time, however, it's a bit different.  The first 2-3 week will be observing, asking questions and working with a few patients.  But, by week 6, both my school and my CI (clinical instructor) will expect me to have a caseload, as in a minimum of 8 patients that are my own.  My CI reviews everything I do, of course, but for the most part there will be many, many, many times when I am alone with the patient and need to use my professionalism, knowledge and clinical reasoning/judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, this will be an interesting and fun experience.  I can't wait to get into the groove of things.  I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1780605812814411512?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1780605812814411512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-level-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1780605812814411512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1780605812814411512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-level-ii.html' title='First Level II'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-4226336027941616470</id><published>2011-04-20T18:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:03:49.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ASSume relationships!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbP8EWd0UhI/Ta90IospImI/AAAAAAAAArI/bXWolpM0Vhs/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-assume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbP8EWd0UhI/Ta90IospImI/AAAAAAAAArI/bXWolpM0Vhs/s400/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-assume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597820553557254754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm pretty good at making conversation sometimes I have to watch the questions I ask, especially when I'm distracted.  Normally, when someone comes to therapy with another person I ask, "So, are you related?" because you never know if someone is a son, daughter, caregiver, girlfriend, boyfriend, wife, husband, etc.  I don't like to assume those things with strangers because I don't want to offend anyone.  If someone wants to expand on their relationship then they will, if they answer and get quiet then I know not to press the issue.  I usually just have to feel the person/family out and see how open they are to sharing and conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I asked a client this question and she replied that she was the caregiver.   I was sooo glad that I did not assume anything.  However, there was another client who had someone with him who, to me, looked really young.  I asked, "Is that your son?"  He gave me a look and then started laughing and said, "No, that is my younger brother"  I was just like, "Oh" as I listened to all the crickets amplifying the silence that followed my mistake.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pretty good about it, thankfully, but this is an excellent example of BEING CONSISTENT and NOT assuming familial or any other relationship.  The client's brother was young, but not THAT young, he only looked significantly younger.  I have not experienced the situation where you ask if one is the wife but she is actually the girlfriend and then the wife comes by later.  That has happened to others I know, but thankfully not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the point of this story is to be mindful of assumptive questions.  It's best to ask vague questions than direct, yes or no questions. Save yourself, and the client, the embarrassment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-4226336027941616470?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4226336027941616470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-assume-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4226336027941616470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4226336027941616470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-assume-relationships.html' title='Don&apos;t ASSume relationships!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbP8EWd0UhI/Ta90IospImI/AAAAAAAAArI/bXWolpM0Vhs/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-assume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1474564401963549312</id><published>2011-04-20T18:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:02:51.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Hardening/Conditioning</title><content type='html'>I visited a work hardening/conditioning site today and it was so interesting.  In a nutshell, work hardening is occupational therapy that focuses on returning a person to work.  Treatment focuses on mimicking, as much as possible, a client's job duties and work environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This facility was wonderful.  Some things I noticed are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;streetlights (yes, a real streetlight, truncated of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tall and short ladders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nuts and bolts for screwing on and off on a high or low board&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bags of true-weight cement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;garbage cans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buckets to simulate the weight of paint buckets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vacuum cleaners&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shovels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;inclines and declines &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gravel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carts for pushing and pulling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carpet for friction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a dummy in a wheelchair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a plumbing setup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scaffolding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all sorts of boxes of various weights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and even a simulated bus/truck driver unit.  I got in this unit and it moves and feels just like a truck/bus.  It has a clutch, gears, and a TV to simulate driving on the road.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have a machine called the BTE or Baltimore Therapy Equipment which is basically a machine that simulates all kinds of real world movements for job function or personal interest.  You can set the machine for appropriate resistance and to mimic the motion.  For example, I was told the story of a woman who said she'd love to be able to ride her Harley motorbike again.  They showed me a piece that looks kind of like a wrench.  It was attached to the simulator and when I gripped and squeezed it, it had the weight, feel and resistance of a motorbike clutch!  The machine requires that you continue to grip it and maintain the same force with each grip.  It records your grip strength performance over time so the therapist can determine your rehabilitation progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machine can do hundreds of simulations but some that I noted were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;shoveling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;operating a drill press&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turning a knob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;using a screwdriver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turning a key&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;climbing a ladder (amazing!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweeping the floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shoveling snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sanding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;painting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;steering a whel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gripping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vacuuming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work hardening environment is good for all the movements needed in a job that people don't think about--kneeling, stooping, crawling, reaching, climbing, balancing, lifting, pushing, pulling, carrying, scooting, etc.  Finally, work hardening is therapy that mimics a workday where one participates for 6 or more hours and work conditioning is a half day, where one works for 3-4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1474564401963549312?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1474564401963549312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-hardeningconditioning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1474564401963549312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1474564401963549312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-hardeningconditioning.html' title='Work Hardening/Conditioning'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-641628685443666904</id><published>2011-04-20T17:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:24:31.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo PUEDO hablar espanol!</title><content type='html'>So, all my traveling and (inconsistent) studying of the Spanish language has paid off!  Today, my CI had to do an evaluation and commented that she believes the gentlemen, with a Spanish/Latino surname, only speaks Spanish, based on some information from his chart.  I told her that I speak Spanish, although not fluent, I can certainly communicate.  She said 'Ok, let's try it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the room and she asked in Spanish, "habla ingles?"  To which he replied no.  And then she said, "Ok, Kim, you're up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DID IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained that I only speak a little Spanish and that I am the student and she is the occupational therapist.  I explained occupational therapy to him (although I need to work on that part a little bit) and he said he understood.  We asked about his home life, his pain level, location of pain, the type of equipment he currently has at home or used before his injury and so on.  His pain level was really high so we called in a nurse and I had to translate that exchange, explaining when his doctor would be in to prescribe more medication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain some adaptive equipment to him but he was in so much pain he didn't want to be bothered.  Also, some Spanish words I couldn't understand because I didn't know them and other words I couldn't understand because he was mumbling and slurring words together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he understood that we were OCCUPATIONAL therapists and not physical therapists because he kept saying the therapists already came and made him walk around.  I explained again that we are different so I hope he gets it.  We have to see him again tomorrow so I'm going to write down some common phrases for his condition and write another, clearer explanation of occupational therapy.  Perhaps he was drugged because he did seem a little out of it, or perhaps the pain was so great that he couldn't think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it doesn't matter because I SPOKE SPANISH.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, my CI said, 'Well, Kim, you did very well.  I am very impressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doubting my Spanish skills all this time because my listening is not strong and I mix up words all the time and I get nervous.  But now I realize I get nervous when someone is correcting or judging my grammar or word choice.  In this situation no one was there to correct or judge my level. I only needed to communicate.  It wasn't as important that I had subject-verb agreement.  When foreigners speak English their subject-verb agreement is not always correct but as Americans we're used to it and let it slide because they COMMUNICATE well.  My Chilean classmate told me this about a 1.5 months ago.  He told me that he knows his English is not perfect but it doesn't matter.  All that matters is that he is understood and he can communicate.  He told me I should feel the same way about my Spanish.  I would LIKE to feel this way about my Spanish but I get nervous and I want it to be perfect because I don't want Spanish speakers to think poorly of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still probably have that thought in the back of my head but now I have more confidence in my ability to express myself and be understood.  Now I'm going to REALLY have to pump up my Spanish studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the highlight of my week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-641628685443666904?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/641628685443666904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/yo-puedo-hablar-espanol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/641628685443666904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/641628685443666904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/yo-puedo-hablar-espanol.html' title='Yo PUEDO hablar espanol!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-3947143613709837594</id><published>2011-04-19T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:08:58.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapeutic Use of Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kX209eLLgXk/Ta5MsG_95BI/AAAAAAAAArA/Q0pRz8h7H2w/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bgreat%2Bwall%2Bof%2Bchina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kX209eLLgXk/Ta5MsG_95BI/AAAAAAAAArA/Q0pRz8h7H2w/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bgreat%2Bwall%2Bof%2Bchina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597495707544970258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Wall of China.  I visited this AMAZING structure about 10 years ago while on vacation in China.  If you ever have the opportunity, please go.  It's breathtaking.  The Chinese culture is incredible.   And no, you cannot see it from space.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The OT community often talks about using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;therapeutic use of self.  &lt;/span&gt;We talk about it a lot in school and I understood it but now I REALLY understand it because I'm using it so much everyday.  I'm not going to quote anyone for this one but tell you my own definition:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;using your personal, unique skill set to meet the client where they are in such a way that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU become a valuable tool in the OT process.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick example before I go to bed:&lt;br /&gt;At my site we have clients of all cultures.  One particular group of Chines ladies comes in, does therapy and leaves, one lady serves as an off-the-cuff interpreter for the other who speaks no English.  One day I commented to my clinical instructor (CI) that their Chinese accent was very interesting and I wondered if they spoke Mandarin, Cantonese, some other dialect or maybe my ear for Chinese was just off.  She was curious as well so we asked at their next appointment.  One question led to another and me, being my talkative self, starting asking a gazillion questions about where she was from, how long she's been here in the U.S., her job, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was excited to know that I had been to China and had a wonderful experience there.  Suddenly, she wanted to share EVERYTHING with me, all kinds of stories.  I asked her to teach me some basic Chinese and she was so HAPPY.  She shared with me that there are three words I absolutely must learn to get by:  Hello, Good-bye and Thank you.  I kept practicing the words over and over and she taught me more words and kept corrected me, haha.  The more we talked, the more engaged she became.   Now, I know I'm still new and all but up to this point I'd seen this lady a few times and I didn't know she could talk this much!  And it was so interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I asked my CI for feedback and she told me that I have great rapport with the clients.  I'm really good and starting and continuing conversation, making the clients feel welcome and engaging them in therapy and the intervention process.  The previous week another OT clinician had told me the same thing.  They both commented that I should never lose that quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, those encouraging words made me feel really, really good.  It also hit home how just being yourself and using your natural strengths (in my case, the gift of gab and of genuinely being interested in people's cultures, family life and life experiences) can encourage the client and make therapy enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering, here's the Chinese I learned.  I can't guarantee it's correct, HAHA!  Either my pronunciation is off, or hers...probably the former more than the latter. :-) (smile)&lt;br /&gt;Hello - Ne-how-ma&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye - Chai Chen (the first sound is more like a 'j' sound)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you - She-e She-e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-3947143613709837594?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3947143613709837594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/therapeutic-use-of-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3947143613709837594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3947143613709837594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/therapeutic-use-of-self.html' title='Therapeutic Use of Self'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kX209eLLgXk/Ta5MsG_95BI/AAAAAAAAArA/Q0pRz8h7H2w/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bgreat%2Bwall%2Bof%2Bchina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-8769312528825144886</id><published>2011-04-19T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:41:06.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Framework vs. The Real World</title><content type='html'>Today we had a guest speaker come and lead a meeting about the Framework.  I thought this  was interesting since as a student that's ALL we do is talk about the Framework--we eat, breathe, sleep and poop the Framework.  But what I hadn't considered is that the Framework hasn't been around forever, haha.  There are OTs for whom the Framework is a new document and learning all the pieces of the Framework is a new process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's speaker discussed how students come into fieldwork with Framework terminology swimming in their heads and, because of this, it's important for clinicians to regurgitate these terms as often as possible so that the Framework makes sense and so that students can relate what they've learned to what their actually doing in the clinic.  I thought this meeting was very interesting because I'm certainly seeing the difference between how academia sees implementing OT interventions and how it's actually done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be clear, there are no &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt; differences, however, I've found the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis&lt;/span&gt; to be different.  In school, the emphasis is often on occupation-based intervention, but sometimes this is just not possible in every session.  Many times clients need skill-based exercises to build their strength; they need a clinician to guide, pace and review the exercises with them.   Also,  if the clinic environment is not built for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; occupation based intervention due to a lack of tools or time then sometimes performing 'rote' exercises (known as preparatory exercises in the Framework) is the best way to accomplish your goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that many OT instructors I've run across (to clarify--this is not just at my school but at other institutions as well) discourage 'exercise' per se and place extreme emphasis on occupation based intervention.   For the purposes of this discussion exercises are not just lifting weights but are also activities such as working with putty, thermal modalities, ROM, using thera bands, etc.  There are clinicians and educators out there who frown on using these forms in treatment, especially for extended periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I'm in an awesome place that has WONDERFUL facilities but in speaking with others some clinics are not as well-prepared.  As a result, some tasks, such as performing a kitchen task, are just not feasible.  You may not be able to see how your client cooks in real time, or if they remember to turn the stove off, or if they note that the recipe calls for leaving the cake in the oven for only 10 minutes, or WHATEVER the case may be.  This where that good ol' OT creativity comes in and you have create/simulate the environment as best you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please no one take this post OUT OF CONTEXT and get all argumentative on me, because I can certainly see someone doing that;  please try to see the point.  I hope I've been pretty clear in expressing that OT interventions encompass a good mix of preparatory (warm-up), purposeful (activity simulation) and occupation based intervention (real time intervention).  Exclusively using one over the other only disservices your clients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in regard to that last post--after cooking the food, we placed a tablecloth on the table, set the table with plastic silverware and glass bowls and plates and we ate the spaghetti and garlic bread and it was delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-8769312528825144886?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8769312528825144886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/framework-vs-real-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8769312528825144886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8769312528825144886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/framework-vs-real-world.html' title='The Framework vs. The Real World'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-6083633996253231717</id><published>2011-04-12T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:15:55.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We made spaghetti!</title><content type='html'>Ok!  It's getting hot in here!  Things are really heating up.  I'm on my third and final Level I fieldwork!  For obvious reasons I can't tell you where I am or give you much detail.  But I can tell you some things, though very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I did a cooking task with two people who suffered a stroke/CVA.  It was my first 'real' task.  It was awesome!  They made spaghetti and garlic bread.  We watched them from start to finish and they did everything.  Turning on the stove was interesting as one person knew how to turn it on and the other didn't.  I think Pt2 had a stove with electric buttons because she kept pushing all the pictures instead of turning the knobs.  I thought it was cute.  Pt1 had to cut and butter French bread, which was interesting because Pt1 doesn't cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pt2 swore up and down that she wouldn't be able to open the spaghetti jar.  She tried to open it with her stronger side but I kept encouraging her to try it with her hemiparetic side.  We looked for some &lt;a href="http://www.dycem-ns.com/"&gt;Dycem&lt;/a&gt; (a non-slip material to help you grip items, it's like the Superman rubber material) and didn't have any so we just used a regular rubber liner.  And Voila!  She opened the jar with ease and she was soooo happy!  She then exclaimed how now she can make spaghetti more frequently! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the task and it forced me to multi-task--I had to watch and make sure the clients don't hurt themselves, we were cooking with fire after all; I also had to ensure that they successfully completed all the steps; and I had to observe their motor control, bilateral coordination, strength &amp;amp; endurance and make sure they were using their hemiparetic side as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that stroke patients often use their stronger side over their hemiparetic side.  In doing so, they force non-use of their hemiparetic side.  This can lead to overuse problems of the stronger side and muscle atrophy and degeneration of the hemiparetic side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-6083633996253231717?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6083633996253231717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-made-spaghetti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6083633996253231717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6083633996253231717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-made-spaghetti.html' title='We made spaghetti!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7392804383503015764</id><published>2011-04-05T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:21:21.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have been quite the busy bee!  I know I've been away for awhile but I've had physical issues and SO MUCH SCHOOLWORK.  This is my final semester on campus before my Level II fieldwork and we had a lot of loose ends to tie.  I am currently on fieldwork in a hospital and I LOVE IT.  I have so much to write but I can't do it now. I'm exhausted.  I haven't had a rest from school.  I still have 2 online exams to take and some posts to upload.  Hopefully, I can write more over the weekend.  Plus, on top of all that I took notes from all the weeks I missed writing on this wonderful blog so I have to catchup on all that stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive my silence.  I always think about my blog and content but lately I've been too exhausted to log on and type all the stories I have.  I will post this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7392804383503015764?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7392804383503015764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7392804383503015764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7392804383503015764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2213131371161663020</id><published>2011-02-22T21:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:59:37.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24 year-olds in nursing homes</title><content type='html'>I received an excellent submission form a reader on an article that was new information to me and very interesting.  This &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/01/07/assisted-living-more-young-people_n_805772.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; discusses how a growing number of nursing home residents are actually under the age of 65.  Apparently, this groups suffers traumatic injuries and their families cannot afford to take care of them, either financially or because of time.  As a result, they are put in nursing homes where they can get the care they need.  Some people are in nursing homes because its cheaper than a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that they are still young (some are in the 20s) and want to play their music loud, get up late, eat late and hang out.  This can be a problem when the people with whom you live get up at 7 am and go to bed at 9pm.   They also mentioned how people are dying and that makes them very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is a very interesting article for occupational therapists and the health profession to review and consider.  I hope you take the time to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/01/07/assisted-living-more-young-people_n_805772.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/&lt;wbr&gt;2011/01/07/assisted-living-&lt;wbr&gt;more-young-people_n_805772.&lt;wbr&gt;html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2213131371161663020?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2213131371161663020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/24-year-olds-in-nursing-homes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2213131371161663020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2213131371161663020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/24-year-olds-in-nursing-homes.html' title='24 year-olds in nursing homes'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2853558460555304268</id><published>2011-02-22T21:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:21:59.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is good</title><content type='html'>As you know, I take voting VERY seriously.   We had a mayoral election here in Chicago today, and, of course I voted!  Mr. Rahm Emanuel is our new mayor, which is interesting because Mayor Richard Daley has been mayor since I was maybe 7 or 8 or something like that.  He's the only mayor I really know and I'm almost 32 years old!  The only other mayor I remember is Mayor Harold Washington, the first and only black mayor.  I remember going to a restaurant as a kid and my dad being so excited to meet him.  Mayor Washington was so gracious, I remember him picking me up...I think there's a picture of that somewhere around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, what struck me about this mayoral race is that all the candidates were minority or 'other.'  At least 3 candidates were African-American, 2 were Latino/Mexican and one was Jewish.  It was very culturally diverse.  For Chicago, this is significant because Chicago is well-known for being a major city that is very racially segregated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day there are some neighborhoods that make me nervous after a certain hour because of previous unpleasant racial experiences.  Chicago is also a city with a very large black population that has historically voted for black candidates.   This is mostly due to the fact that until recently the only option was white candidates and we were excited to have other options, but that's a topic for another day.  This is interesting to note because Mr. Emanuel won a HUGE percentage of the black vote, he won the majority of the black vote in every ward in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you who I voted for in this election because I don't want my beliefs plastered all over the Internet.  haha.  But I will tell you that I don't vote along racial or party lines.   I vote for whom I believe will best serve my interests.  I did not vote 'black' in this election.  I know this has nothing to do with occupational therapy but this is very important to me.  I believe very strongly in voting.  I hope these rants encourage people to make more of an effort to vote in future elections.   I'm always very disappointed and agitated with people who give crappy reasons for not going to the polls.   Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy to have a new mayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2853558460555304268?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2853558460555304268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/change-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2853558460555304268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2853558460555304268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5436949737275019010</id><published>2011-02-16T17:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:17:20.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQs-How I found Costa Rica &amp; Dominican Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6zDN642RtU/TVxoRTjRGcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/G5EJRlo3G4s/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bdominican%2Brepublic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6zDN642RtU/TVxoRTjRGcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/G5EJRlo3G4s/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bdominican%2Brepublic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574445085293091266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFUuVKXCqd4/TVxoLoYWz1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/eUcf-jumyHQ/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bcosta%2Brica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFUuVKXCqd4/TVxoLoYWz1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/eUcf-jumyHQ/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bcosta%2Brica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574444987805257554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a question asking how I found the families I stayed with in DR and CR.  I performed an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTENSIVE&lt;/span&gt; Google search for Spanish immersion programs.  For weeks, I looked at websites and compared amenities and prices.  I asked around my network to get more information on the experience and how things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I settled on this company--&lt;a href="http://www.spanishabroad.com/"&gt;Spanish Abroad.&lt;/a&gt;  They have a very comprehensive site and I learned a lot about the different countries just from perusing their site.  I had no idea if they would take my money and run but I just went with it and it worked out very well! I chose the countries based on how much money I wanted to spend and CR &amp;amp; DR were two of the cheapest.  Ecuador and Guatemala are pretty cheap as well but I was concerned for my safety.  In hindsight I wish I had gone to Guatemala as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they enroll you in the school and book your time with the family.  You are responsible for your flight, although they give you arrival and departure parameters.  Your school books and two of your meals are included in the price.  You can choose to stay in an apartment if you don't want to live with a family.  Don't think that just because you live with a family you will practice Spanish.  I lived with one family that was too busy to talk to me and another family that spoke English very well so they always spoke English to me first, which was annoying as H-E-double hockey sticks.  But, overall, they were both amazing experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have learned that the total experience is very dependent upon that country's Spanish school, the family you stay with and the country itself.  I had some experiences that weren't so great.  Unfortunately, I won't share them here on the Internet for the world to see because some people may get offended and it just makes me look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, buyer beware.  I have not had a bad experience with Spanish Abroad, however, they are just a broker.  They only set-up the experience; the family, the school and the country you choose MAKE the experience.  Plus, your attitude and expectations makes a big difference, too.  Go with low expectations because our living standards here in the US are very, very different than many countries Spanish Abroad offers.  I knew that going in so I wasn't too surprised at what I saw and experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use them, please tell them I referred you.  I think my Spanish immersion trips are over because I can't squeeze any more money from my family and friends, haha, plus a lot of my savings is slowly dwindling away, however, you never know what the future holds.  I'd like for Spanish Abroad to know that I speak highly of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As a side note, to the young lady that left the question, I could not send you a direct email because I didn't have an email address.  I think you responded directly to the blog instead of entering your email address.  Anyway, I hope this answers your question.  If not, email me back, I'd love to hear from you again! Thanks!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5436949737275019010?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5436949737275019010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/faqs-how-i-found-costa-rica-dominican.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5436949737275019010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5436949737275019010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/faqs-how-i-found-costa-rica-dominican.html' title='FAQs-How I found Costa Rica &amp; Dominican Republic'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6zDN642RtU/TVxoRTjRGcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/G5EJRlo3G4s/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bdominican%2Brepublic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-8008793864991022285</id><published>2011-02-16T17:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:28:16.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School, Toilets and Friendship</title><content type='html'>Two things to make you smile today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My classmates and I were complaining about how tired we always are and how there is always so much to do that we never get to do things we really like, such as spend time with our families, read interesting books, hang out with our friends til the wee hours, and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 year-old son of one of my classmates asked her to play with him and she said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, I have some homework to do first and then I can play with you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he quickly replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never spend any time with us anymore. I hate school; I'm never going to school, not even after college!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, that cracked me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Another classmate left her bag and coat in class but was nowhere to be found and the professor had started teaching.  I asked another classmate where she was and found out she wasn't feeling well and went to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she returned and found out that I inquired and was interested in her whereabouts she said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, you asked about me?  That's awesome, thank you for thinking of me!  I was in the bathroom on the toilet and I thought about you, too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just shook my head and turned away.  Not the image I needed at that moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-8008793864991022285?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8008793864991022285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/school-toilets-and-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8008793864991022285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8008793864991022285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/school-toilets-and-friendship.html' title='School, Toilets and Friendship'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-3619316229017413420</id><published>2011-02-16T17:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:47:12.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More thoughts on (air quotes) free money</title><content type='html'>So, in regard to that last post on (insert air quotes here) free money (insert sarcastic face here), my classmate made a great point that somehow alluded me.  She reminded me that paying a couple of thousand in taxes for (insert air quotes here) free money (insert sarcastic face here) is MUCH better than paying $50k+ in student loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dear Classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are right and I stand corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to shut-up about it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-3619316229017413420?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3619316229017413420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-thoughts-on-air-quotes-free-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3619316229017413420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3619316229017413420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-thoughts-on-air-quotes-free-money.html' title='More thoughts on (air quotes) free money'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-203532993374832499</id><published>2011-02-16T17:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:43:06.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why *FREE* money is not really free</title><content type='html'>Ok, um, apparently, I didn't get the memo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't anyone tell me that if you get scholarship money for school the U.S. government considers that income and taxes it up the yee-yang?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when you think that income literally means going to work and making money you are sadly mistaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Income means ALL money that comes your way.  Even free money.  Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets me is that you are supposed to use your student loan and scholarship money for school and living expenses.  If I have to pay taxes on this *free* money, where does the money to pay the taxes by April 18th come from?  Isn't a misuse of funds to use the *free* money to pay the government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the words *free* and *scholarship* misnomers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-203532993374832499?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/203532993374832499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-free-money-is-not-really-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/203532993374832499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/203532993374832499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-free-money-is-not-really-free.html' title='Why *FREE* money is not really free'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7408504038324829418</id><published>2011-02-03T21:38:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:55:49.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand puppets &amp; Pin the Tail on the Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt2C8r-mKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/EmmisKMK1IM/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpuppet%2Bshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt2C8r-mKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/EmmisKMK1IM/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpuppet%2Bshow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569675157196150946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After making puppets, two of the kids spontaneously performed a puppet show for me!  It was lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt16qjSWXI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6yMnmyKyTfE/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpuppet%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt16qjSWXI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6yMnmyKyTfE/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpuppet%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569675014888905074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These puppets were supposed to be Pilgrims and Indians (Native Americans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt1bBLnIgI/AAAAAAAAAqY/rNfUaE0F8DI/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bhand%2Bpuppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt1bBLnIgI/AAAAAAAAAqY/rNfUaE0F8DI/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bhand%2Bpuppet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569674471207805442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Pilgrims had hats and the Indians (Native Americans) had feathers.  I am personally opposed to the 'Pilgrim' and 'Indian' image as I have very strong views about the way their relationship is portrayed to school children.  I won't get into my personal views here because the point is that the activity was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt1RfNGajI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/bHdc5nx7MO0/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpuppet%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt1RfNGajI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/bHdc5nx7MO0/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpuppet%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569674307468421682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The children were allowed to decorate them as they pleased using yarn  for hair and the mouth, crayons, markers, bubble eyes and pom-pons for  the nose. We had to guide some of the children with the decorations but most did well using their imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt1KEfmI1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/AlpSdBy2iVs/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpin%2Btail%2Bon%2Bturkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt1KEfmI1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/AlpSdBy2iVs/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpin%2Btail%2Bon%2Bturkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569674180039156562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played a Pin the Hat on the Turkey game.  This game was great for social interaction, communication, following directions, knowing body parts in space (while the eyes are closed), vestibular regulation (because we would spin them around), taking turns (some of the kids struggled with this) and a host of other performance skills.  This is an excellent activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt09_1oKDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/niO9FcMcINw/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bchairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt09_1oKDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/niO9FcMcINw/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bchairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569673972630956082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a picture to illustrate how small the kids' chairs are.  This picture does no justice, really.   Those chairs are either really, really tiny or I am really, really big.  It may be a bit of both. lol. But, I thought it was so cute that their chairs were so small.  The blue chair, although it looks larger,  is still small in comparison to an adult chair because it is a chair made for a larger child.  I had to sit in the red chair sometimes so that I could be eye-level with the kids.  It was uncomfortable because I could not scoot under the table like the kids because I am too big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7408504038324829418?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7408504038324829418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/hand-puppets-pin-tail-on-turkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7408504038324829418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7408504038324829418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/hand-puppets-pin-tail-on-turkey.html' title='Hand puppets &amp; Pin the Tail on the Turkey'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUt2C8r-mKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/EmmisKMK1IM/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpuppet%2Bshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5582781440324847071</id><published>2011-02-03T21:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:38:40.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pediatric projects--turkey and cornucopias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtyu1I_THI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pEf6L8HOglY/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bturkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtyu1I_THI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pEf6L8HOglY/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bturkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569671513038081138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids made turkeys by tracing their hands, cutting out the shape and gluing feathers onto the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtyeqqV7mI/AAAAAAAAApw/BGRHtW49cdg/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bcornucopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtyeqqV7mI/AAAAAAAAApw/BGRHtW49cdg/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bcornucopia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569671235347279458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids also made cornucopias by cutting out their favorite foods from magazines and food ads and gluing them onto the cornucopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtvWNSV-5I/AAAAAAAAApo/Jzc7fRtowCg/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bcornucopia%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtvWNSV-5I/AAAAAAAAApo/Jzc7fRtowCg/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bcornucopia%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569667791488154514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Apparently, this kid likes sugar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtvJvRQsfI/AAAAAAAAApg/F0a57KhAjwo/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bbulletin%2Bboard%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtvJvRQsfI/AAAAAAAAApg/F0a57KhAjwo/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bbulletin%2Bboard%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569667577272119794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another turkey on the bulletin board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like these activities because they help you determine if the kids are sensitive or sensory averse to glue, construction paper or feathers.  You can determine bilateral integration by looking at how and if they cut.  You can assess fine motor skills by looking at how they hold the pencil when they trace their fingers for the turkey.  You can determine their problem solving skills by how they cut corners and around weird areas when cutting out the pictures from the magazine.  You can look at their posture while cutting and writing and you also assess their attention span and ability to concentrate on activities and follow directions.  You can also assess communication and social interaction by how and if they share.  Asking them what types of foods they eat for Thanksgiving also assess communication and social interaction skills and you can learn about their immediate familial cultural.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(As a side note, I was disappointed to see one teacher correct a student when he said he does not eat pumpkin pie or stuffing for Thanksgiving.  Thanksgiving and stuffing is a personal experience.  In my family we don't eat either.  Instead, we eat sweet potato pie and dressing, a typical Southern Thanksgiving meal.  So, please be mindful when talking to students that we are respectful of culture and differences).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few examples of what you can assess by these activities.  The kids are having fun, you're having fun and you're also learning about their performance skills.  These are awesome school-based occupational therapy activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5582781440324847071?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5582781440324847071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/pediatric-projects-turkey-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5582781440324847071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5582781440324847071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/pediatric-projects-turkey-and.html' title='Pediatric projects--turkey and cornucopias'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtyu1I_THI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pEf6L8HOglY/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bturkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1229355746905312466</id><published>2011-02-03T21:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:13:18.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pediatric Bulletin Boards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUttO_jl-UI/AAAAAAAAApY/CgZlEjb3rUU/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bbulletin%2Bboard%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUttO_jl-UI/AAAAAAAAApY/CgZlEjb3rUU/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bbulletin%2Bboard%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569665468520069442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bulletin board of turkeys and cornucopias of the kids' favorite foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUttGsWIehI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VfgVMl_Zon8/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudetn%2Bblog%2Bbulletin%2Bboard%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUttGsWIehI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VfgVMl_Zon8/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudetn%2Bblog%2Bbulletin%2Bboard%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569665325924383250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bulletin board at another school of turkeys and handwriting samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUts4AUcXbI/AAAAAAAAApA/dtkyn0YQFTU/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bbulletin%2Bboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUts4AUcXbI/AAAAAAAAApA/dtkyn0YQFTU/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bbulletin%2Bboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569665073587969458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Towards the end of my fieldwork we made Christmas trees and candy canes!  If you look closely you can see the pom-pons or 'balls' as one of the kids called it in my last post. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1229355746905312466?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1229355746905312466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/pediatric-bulletin-boards.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1229355746905312466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1229355746905312466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/pediatric-bulletin-boards.html' title='Pediatric Bulletin Boards'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUttO_jl-UI/AAAAAAAAApY/CgZlEjb3rUU/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bbulletin%2Bboard%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7341986697327217059</id><published>2011-02-03T19:56:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:53:18.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HIppotherapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtobEIGwUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4bp0lHWjU-A/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bhippotherapy%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtobEIGwUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4bp0lHWjU-A/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bhippotherapy%2B8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569660178347245890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The riders taking riding lessons would sometimes mount here.  Those receiving hippotherapy did not mount from here because it requires an extreme amount of balance and core coordination and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtmH7A4dBI/AAAAAAAAAow/i4-Rhpt04wU/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bhippotherapy%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtmH7A4dBI/AAAAAAAAAow/i4-Rhpt04wU/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bhippotherapy%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569657650460259346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the horses used for hippotherapy or riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtk5cLXOQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/EvqCAjbLLKQ/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtk5cLXOQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/EvqCAjbLLKQ/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569656302152923394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't this horse beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtkKp0-djI/AAAAAAAAAog/1mnG1JKwP6A/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtkKp0-djI/AAAAAAAAAog/1mnG1JKwP6A/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569655498363270706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the 'stations' where we asked the kids to pick up toys that were strategically placed or place toys on the ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtjGf1b9tI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QAr-HueQ3bU/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtjGf1b9tI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QAr-HueQ3bU/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569654327449745106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A saddle used by one of the riders.  None of the occupational therapists or other therapists use this saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUti9AsStTI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vm1fFGrnxZQ/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUti9AsStTI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vm1fFGrnxZQ/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569654164471067954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead they used a 'saddle' like this, it's more pliable and wider than a regular saddle.  This is a smaller horse that can sometimes be a bit moody, haha.  We  used this horse and then had to switch to another horse as the rain  torment increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUti2StLTrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yFX_21met4o/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUti2StLTrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yFX_21met4o/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569654049047531186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The horse being led into the loading area.  I can't remember the exact name of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtht_ZuckI/AAAAAAAAAoA/nr7dCpPAHiU/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtht_ZuckI/AAAAAAAAAoA/nr7dCpPAHiU/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569652806915093058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a smaller horse that can sometimes be a bit moody, haha.  We used this horse and then had to switch to another horse as the rain torment increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtgtzdI2NI/AAAAAAAAAn4/F9C9fol5XD4/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtgtzdI2NI/AAAAAAAAAn4/F9C9fol5XD4/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhippotherapy%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569651704196552914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mounting a child on the horse.  It often took 2-3 people to mount one child.  The larger the child, the more effort to mount the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(For obvious reasons I can't show the  faces of the children although I do have permission to post these  pictures.  I hope you can get an idea of what hippotherapy is like  although the pictures aren't as clear as I'd like).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; During my pediatric fieldwork, I had the opportunity to observe a hippotherapy session.  In case you are unaware, hippotherapy is therapy (in this case performed by an occupational therapist although it can be performed by other professionals as well) that utilizes the movements from the horse.  From what I saw, the children LOVED it and really respond well to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mounting the child on the horse we each stood on the side of the horse to hold and balance the child.  Up to 4 people helped and we never stood behind the horse.  I learned that standing behind the horse causes them a great deal of fear and in response they will kick back.  Horses have strong legs and kicking back is never good when a human is behind them, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked around the stable for 30 minutes.  Sometimes we would position the child backwards to work different muscles, or hold toys out in front of them or to the sides asking them to reach for the toys or point to the toys to assess and evaluate their balance, coordination or other performance skills.  Sometimes we would stop at a station and ask them to reach and pick up a toy or place it in a bucket or place it down on the ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point it started to rain, HARD, with thunder and lightening and the horses freaked out.  I was terrified.  I know nothing about horses and to see them whining and walking frantically and the stable owners trying to calm them was frightening for me.  It was mostly frightening because they are HUGE animals and you don't want to be on the side of one while it's scared.  There was a lot of calming action and 'shhh' noises by the occupational therapists and stable owners to calm the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hippotherapy is an interesting form of therapy and I highly recommend an observation if you have the opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7341986697327217059?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7341986697327217059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/hippotherapy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7341986697327217059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7341986697327217059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/hippotherapy.html' title='HIppotherapy'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtobEIGwUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4bp0lHWjU-A/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bhippotherapy%2B8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1307334472474746661</id><published>2011-02-03T19:28:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:47:51.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you feeling today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtZ1i2ALxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/i4Fk_HcjyGw/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtX45RtaDI/AAAAAAAAAno/gjM4lMIduDc/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtX45RtaDI/AAAAAAAAAno/gjM4lMIduDc/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569641999133141042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtXvETpepI/AAAAAAAAAng/3tlA73danjc/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtXvETpepI/AAAAAAAAAng/3tlA73danjc/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569641830295370386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See my name?  Apparently, I was very tired that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtXonEGOVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Mnm1d0122YA/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtXonEGOVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Mnm1d0122YA/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569641719366302034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely, you'll see that my classmate drew a picture of me! Lol.  That was when I had that funky ponytail with a headband matching my outfit.  I think she did a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtXhgSj9LI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/d0ynwuIM0Yc/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtXXBAT8vI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WHaRcANWi-A/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtXXBAT8vI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WHaRcANWi-A/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569641417092100850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtXOpPnICI/AAAAAAAAAnA/torjJX235jM/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester when we were discussing sensory integration and sensory processing our teacher started the class by posting paper on the door and asking us to both write and draw how we were feeling that day.  We all had a ball with that one.  It was interesting to see what everyone wrote and how they drew/described how they were feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1307334472474746661?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1307334472474746661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-my-name-apparently-i-was-very-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1307334472474746661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1307334472474746661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-my-name-apparently-i-was-very-tired.html' title='How are you feeling today?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtX45RtaDI/AAAAAAAAAno/gjM4lMIduDc/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsensory%2B6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2537078823826690155</id><published>2011-02-03T19:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:21:03.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappearing Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtTdpGDOzI/AAAAAAAAAm4/tKK4ZqNcugc/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Btimer%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtTdpGDOzI/AAAAAAAAAm4/tKK4ZqNcugc/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Btimer%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569637132886293298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A clock indicating that he has time to complete the activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtTW9g8QKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/uqcNmdR9DYg/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Btimer%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtTW9g8QKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/uqcNmdR9DYg/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Btimer%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569637018108706978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As time goes on, the instructors can fold over the flaps to indicate how much time is remaining --15, 10, 5 or 0 minutes remain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtTM2pwILI/AAAAAAAAAmo/63i900FTk0I/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Btimer%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtTM2pwILI/AAAAAAAAAmo/63i900FTk0I/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Btimer%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569636844467921074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flaps make the clock disappear, creating a visual reinforcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtS5iXggDI/AAAAAAAAAmg/O9F1ZdNEDK8/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Btimer%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtS5iXggDI/AAAAAAAAAmg/O9F1ZdNEDK8/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Btimer%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569636512605175858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The clock is gone!  Time is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Assistive Technology class last semester we had to come up with an idea for an assistive tech device for a student.  I chose to create a prototype for a student with Pervasive Development Disorder (PDD).  Autism and Asperger's Syndrome are two of the most well-known forms of PDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular student does not respond well to transitions.  To my knowledge, his team of instructors at school do not give multiple notifications of the upcoming activity.  I suggested that we use a clock that counts down the time of the current activity.  If he can 'see' that time is decreasing on his current activity while at the same time someone is verbalizing the countdown AND providing deep pressure on his shoulder or arm to get his attention, he may be more receptive to ending that activity and starting a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the real world this would probably be laminated or created using a computer or something but you get my drift.  Some of my classmates actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;created&lt;/span&gt; their assistive technology and gave it to the students, who were elated, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2537078823826690155?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2537078823826690155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/disappearing-clock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2537078823826690155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2537078823826690155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/disappearing-clock.html' title='Disappearing Clock'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtTdpGDOzI/AAAAAAAAAm4/tKK4ZqNcugc/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Btimer%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-6316884038916761060</id><published>2011-02-03T18:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:57:21.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation is around the corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtOVKPyPcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5l83CUDZG6c/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bwelcome%2Bnew%2Bots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtOVKPyPcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5l83CUDZG6c/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bwelcome%2Bnew%2Bots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569631489608531394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a member of the Board of our school's Master of Occupational Therapy Club.  We decided to welcome the incoming occupational therapy students with treats and snacks.  I thought it was very thoughtful of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, we have our third, and final, Level I Fieldwork.   This fieldwork is Adult Physical Dysfunction, such as Traumatic Brain Injury, Spinal Cord Injury, Cerebrovascular Accidents (Stroke), etc.  After that it's Level II Fieldwork...whoo hoo, SCARY! And then after that, it's GRADUATION.  I don't think you understand how excited, and nervous, I am to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited, because, well, it'll be the end of my life as a Master's student and I'm completely ready for that.  School is physically, emotionally, and mentally taxing and I'm just downright...tired.  I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous because it'll be the end of my life as a Master's student (haha, same reason) and the beginning as an Occupational Therapist professional.  Everything that I've been studying and waiting and hoping and praying for will come to be around this time next year. That's amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to study for the Board and start preparing to life my life as a professional.  This is my second career and it's pretty exciting...and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-6316884038916761060?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6316884038916761060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/graduation-is-around-corner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6316884038916761060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6316884038916761060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/graduation-is-around-corner.html' title='Graduation is around the corner'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtOVKPyPcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5l83CUDZG6c/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bwelcome%2Bnew%2Bots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-6283111862587263837</id><published>2011-02-03T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:39:24.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Domincan Republic pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtKlAx0TjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/F0FAtXIZXwc/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtKlAx0TjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/F0FAtXIZXwc/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569627363898314290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting picture from the Dominican Republic.  I was curious as to why bars would be placed on the upper levels of an apartment building.  I was told it's because people climb the building to rob homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crime in Chicago is sky high and people do outrageous things here so I am totally not judging.  But, I thought it was interesting enough to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-6283111862587263837?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6283111862587263837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-domincan-republic-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6283111862587263837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6283111862587263837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-domincan-republic-pics.html' title='More Domincan Republic pics'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtKlAx0TjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/F0FAtXIZXwc/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-3882247858673307518</id><published>2011-02-03T17:43:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:34:18.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Splinting 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtH9Q_8wSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6_t-KPdxEgc/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtH9Q_8wSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6_t-KPdxEgc/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569624482034532642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hands are so important...and so complex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtH3ab0zJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/s5kPvyySOWA/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bhand%2Bsplint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtH3ab0zJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/s5kPvyySOWA/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bhand%2Bsplint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569624381488155794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A more complex hand splint than the one I had for my finger last year (it's been a year!  Can you believe it? Wow.  My finger is still doing quite well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtHwNH4gzI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ze6kTgwVxGw/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-splinting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtHwNH4gzI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ze6kTgwVxGw/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-splinting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569624257655767858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two of my classmates are practicing on each other.  Here they're making the outline to use as a template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtHpIgOORI/AAAAAAAAAlw/GxMaal7WpbA/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsplinting%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtHpIgOORI/AAAAAAAAAlw/GxMaal7WpbA/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsplinting%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569624136156592402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here my classmate is creating a template for my hand/forearm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtHf_M_jfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ERMRqz5v5xs/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsplinting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtHf_M_jfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ERMRqz5v5xs/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsplinting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569623979041197554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A template I created for myself for my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtHHQykU5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/8gqoUDQ7r3E/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsplinting%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtHHQykU5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/8gqoUDQ7r3E/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2B-%2Bsplinting%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569623554265469842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am creating the template myself for my hand/forearm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtEFdNrkBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2cT9TkGQU7c/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsplint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtEFdNrkBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2cT9TkGQU7c/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsplint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569620224705794066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a class on creating hand splints.  As of now, I'm fairly certain I am not interested in anything having to do with hands, including splinting.  Learning about forces and vectors is interesting though and the process is pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're unaware a splint is basically just a tool or device used to immobilize parts of the body to prevent further injury so that the surrounding tissues can heal.  It's kind of like a cast.  Remember when I lacerated my extensor tendon and I had that strange white thing on it?  That was a splint for the finger.  That should give you a general idea of what splints do.  The splints we will create in class will be much more elaborate than the one I had but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a bit on Certified Hand Therapists.  So,  CHT's are occupational therapists (and to my knowledge they are also physical therapists) with 5 years of practice in hand therapy, including passing a national certification exam.  CHT's focus on injuries of the hand (surprise!), the wrist, the elbow and the shoulder.  They assess, plan interventions and evaluate outcomes of hand therapy services.  CHT's have to meet very rigorous standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it!  Splinting 101!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-3882247858673307518?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3882247858673307518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/splinting-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3882247858673307518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3882247858673307518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/splinting-101.html' title='Splinting 101'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUtH9Q_8wSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6_t-KPdxEgc/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bhand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7393394215816045350</id><published>2011-01-30T20:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:59:59.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYlfks6gPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Zm0iR4i3jHY/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsalsa%2Bdancing%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYlfks6gPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Zm0iR4i3jHY/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsalsa%2Bdancing%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568179213648429298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYlR9nfjQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rHDeiPNydow/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsalsa%2Bdancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYlR9nfjQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rHDeiPNydow/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsalsa%2Bdancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568178979818409218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She always makes funny faces in pictures!  She's so silly but she's an AWESOME salsa dancer.  Wow, I wish I could dance like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, I went salsa dancing with some classmates.  You may remember them from last year's Halloween salsa excursion???  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very good salsa dancer but I'm a great merengue dancer and I'm learning bachata.  So, those were the dances of choice that night.  I had a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7393394215816045350?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7393394215816045350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/salsa-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7393394215816045350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7393394215816045350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/salsa-dancing.html' title='Salsa dancing'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYlfks6gPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Zm0iR4i3jHY/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bsalsa%2Bdancing%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1514278824997320332</id><published>2011-01-30T20:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:55:00.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominican Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYi7vKeF5I/AAAAAAAAAks/KKS-K6QfuX0/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYi7vKeF5I/AAAAAAAAAks/KKS-K6QfuX0/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568176398958204818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A terribly funny beach picture.  The wind was blowing like crazy and sand was EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYipnIvAII/AAAAAAAAAkk/T8yAlL8IqNY/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bcave%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYipnIvAII/AAAAAAAAAkk/T8yAlL8IqNY/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bcave%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568176087565795458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A BEAUTIFUL cave with crystal clear water!  We had to take a boat to get to the other side to see the next picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYiX3HPxzI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DnbtzjZJCsk/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bcave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYiX3HPxzI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DnbtzjZJCsk/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bcave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568175782616876850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a small lake on the other side of the cave.  It was like something from 'The Goonies.'  Remember that movie, all of of you over 30???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYiOizYXMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XiXLEDCSX2o/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bchristopher%2Bcolumbus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYiOizYXMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XiXLEDCSX2o/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bchristopher%2Bcolumbus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568175622546021570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where Christopher Columbus' son lived for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYiEFTg6NI/AAAAAAAAAkM/P22QNK81P0A/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Beiffel%2Btower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYiEFTg6NI/AAAAAAAAAkM/P22QNK81P0A/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Beiffel%2Btower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568175442829043922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty cool, huh?  I thought so.  Hence the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYh7LHGH-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/hRqEHnH_hxU/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bscrabble%2Bspanish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYh7LHGH-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/hRqEHnH_hxU/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bscrabble%2Bspanish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568175289768746978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I played Scrabble in spanish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYhzOlzRsI/AAAAAAAAAj8/kGpE8p-yW5A/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bpyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYhzOlzRsI/AAAAAAAAAj8/kGpE8p-yW5A/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bpyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568175153263888066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYhp_SJ8RI/AAAAAAAAAj0/bqQIdi59tYo/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYhp_SJ8RI/AAAAAAAAAj0/bqQIdi59tYo/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bshow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568174994536132882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw some shows.  These are folks are dancers.  They were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYhg5REFDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/xh4dQu0VNbI/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bsugar%2Bcane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYhg5REFDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/xh4dQu0VNbI/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bsugar%2Bcane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568174838302118962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUGAR CANE.  All I can say is OH MY GOODNESS, how sweet it is.  WOW! The sugar you buy in stores has nothing on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYhXEQgr-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/2q0WuQ6KaSU/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Btaxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYhXEQgr-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/2q0WuQ6KaSU/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Btaxi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568174669453897698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is something that is like a taxi...but not quite. It's only about 50 cents.  To 'catch' one you stand on the street and point your finger in the direction in which you want to travel.  It was weird doing that...kind of like the world's oldest profession, if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYhLRfr-HI/AAAAAAAAAjc/FMRCI1Mr7NM/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Btennessee%2Bairport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYhLRfr-HI/AAAAAAAAAjc/FMRCI1Mr7NM/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Btennessee%2Bairport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568174466848782450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rocking chairs in the airport in Tennessee! How southern!  (I had several layovers--hey, don't judge me! It was a cheap flight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYg_hqYTvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jX_-cmVzLqE/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-dominican%2Brestaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYg_hqYTvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jX_-cmVzLqE/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-dominican%2Brestaurant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568174265030168306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food here was pretty good.  I had tapas!  This place had German, American, Spanish, Italian and Dominican restaurants.  Around 9pm the flamenco dancers would give a great show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYgxtuOuZI/AAAAAAAAAjM/pFzkdwVBsBI/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-police.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYgxtuOuZI/AAAAAAAAAjM/pFzkdwVBsBI/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-police.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568174027749374354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, EYE CANDY!  My favorite picture.  He looks like a model, doesn't he?  We had a VERY PLEASANT conversation in Spanish. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm back!  Yes, I know you know that already since I wrote that 3 weeks ago.  Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Dominican Republic for more Spanish Immersion/Spanish school.  It was lovely but I had a very difficult time understanding their Spanish.  They don't pronounce the letter 's' there!  So, 'como estas?' becomes 'com ta?' and 'Estoy bien' becomes 'toy bien.'  I could understand my instructors and the family with whom I lived but the everyday common folks on the street?  S-T-R-U-G-G-L-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days I came to understand some things, such as como estas? and De donde eres? and so on.  But, when I traveled across the country on the bus I got tired of trying to decipher what random people were saying as they attempted to make conversation so I started saying 'No hablo espanol.  No entiendo.'  I even said it in English sometimes to prove that I didn't understand (lol), and STILL, PEOPLE SPOKE TO ME IN SPANISH.  They are just a friendly country, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was probably my last time living with a family.  I think I'm getting to an age where I want ALL the American/Western comforts.  I want my water to come out the shower head, HOT, not cold or luke warm.  I want it to come out hot and STAY hot.  I also want to be able to put toilet paper in the toilets.  I want to drink water from the sink--not that I particularly enjoy Chicago water as I have a Brita, but I want the option.  I want good, hot, flavorful food.  I've noticed Caribbean food is pretty much the same, all the time, and it's almost always served warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the movies in DR and after the show I had to use the bathroom.  As I waited in line, something about the situation was off but I couldn't put my finger on it.  When I entered the stall immediately I knew what it was--I didn't hear any toilets flushing!!!!  The plumbing system was stalled (I later found out this is common.  The electricity or plumbing will just go out, and you have to wait for it to return) so the toilet was full of urine and menstrual blood and the garbage can next to it was full of toilet tissue and menstrual blood tissue.  Sorry for the visuals but it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in case you haven't guessed this also means the SINKS WERE NOT WORKING so I couldn't wash my hands.  Thankfully I didn't drink all the water in my water bottle so when we got outside I poured water over my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 20s, this would not have bothered me one bit (one day I'll tell you how my passport and plane ticket were taken and how I got kicked out my hostel room in China because they thought I was part of some religous sect) but now incidences like these are inconveniences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the signs of a true 30-something. Sigh.  But I'm still adventurous and young and beautiful and fun loving.  I won't submit to any OLD AGE -isms! I WON'T DO IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1514278824997320332?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1514278824997320332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/dominican-republic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1514278824997320332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1514278824997320332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/dominican-republic.html' title='Dominican Republic'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TUYi7vKeF5I/AAAAAAAAAks/KKS-K6QfuX0/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-%2Bdominican%2Brepublic%2Bbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-8479451072799416290</id><published>2011-01-07T22:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:59:26.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Hi I'm back from my trip!  I know I didn't say anything, I got really busy then hopped on a plan and left.  Sorry! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late and I'm sleepy so I'll post more on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-8479451072799416290?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8479451072799416290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8479451072799416290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8479451072799416290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7304959707156588032</id><published>2010-12-06T21:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:07:57.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NICU-neonatal intensive care unit</title><content type='html'>Before I went out on Peds fieldwork, we had a speaker come in and talk to us about the NICU--neonatal intensive care unit.  This is basically a hospital unit dedicated to caring for ill or premature newborn infants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this is a difficult area to get into as a new grad, which is not surprising considering the amount of knowledge and experience you need to care for these infants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One assessment used to evaluate NICU infants is the Ballard assessment.  This assessment helps you determine the baby's gestational age so you can know which kind of care it needs.  Basically, you look at various systems, appearance, function and so on such as skin, lanugo, genitals, eyes and ears, tone, etc and give each area a score, sum the scores and compare the final score to a chart which tells you the baby's week of gestation.  It's very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTs in NICU assess a baby's development, calming ability, orthopedic and neurological conditions, positioning and educate staff and parents.   I learned that with all the hype surrounding SIDS (sudden infant death syndrome) baby's don't get the 'tummy time' that they need and they often end up with flattened heads or developmental delays.  Babies need at least 2 hours of SUPERVISED tummy time per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, an interesting calming strategy is to try to recreate an environment for the baby that is as close to the womb as possible.  Remember the womb is where the baby ate regularly, was warm, comfortable and safe.  You can accomplish this by the 5 S's:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swaddle&lt;/span&gt; the baby, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sway&lt;/span&gt; the baby, give the baby something to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;, position the baby in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sidelying&lt;/span&gt; and '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt;' the baby.  Apparently the little boogers like these actions and it calms them.  I've certainly noticed this with my niece!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7304959707156588032?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7304959707156588032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/nicu-neonatal-intensive-care-unit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7304959707156588032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7304959707156588032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/nicu-neonatal-intensive-care-unit.html' title='NICU-neonatal intensive care unit'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1689577332470353859</id><published>2010-12-06T17:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:56:46.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times with the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TP13uWEx4II/AAAAAAAAAig/KXt6rr1RBMQ/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpom%2Bpom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TP13uWEx4II/AAAAAAAAAig/KXt6rr1RBMQ/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpom%2Bpom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547721954073632898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Pom Poms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you know I LOVED working with those kids.  They were all so cute and so funny and so adorable and so FUN.  I had a ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a joke one student told me.  He said he made it up and he was so proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:  What is a beaver's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  I don't know, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: Steak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(silent, because I just did NOT get it, haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:  You don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  No, sorry! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ashamed, head down)&lt;/span&gt; I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:  You know, beavers eat wood and 'stakes' are made of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I nearly fell out laughing and I think you know why.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During another instance one student made such a hilarious statement that my supervisor and I had to turn away so she wouldn't see us laughing so hard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were making Christmas trees and decorating them with ornaments such as yarn, cotton balls and small pom poms (if you don't know what a pom pom is see the picture at the top of this post).  This can be a sensory activity as many of the kids don't like touching glue and as a result they often don't put enough glue on the paper.  When this happens, the pom poms fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy X was gluing his pom poms to his Christmas tree but did not add enough glue.   But, he was so proud of his tree that he held it up for everyone to see and his ornaments started falling off. Girl Y, trying to help him, said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, Boy X, be careful.  Your balls are falling off..  Hey, did you hear me???  YOUR BALLS ARE FALLING OFF!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly peed in my pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1689577332470353859?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1689577332470353859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-times-with-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1689577332470353859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1689577332470353859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-times-with-kids.html' title='Good times with the kids'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TP13uWEx4II/AAAAAAAAAig/KXt6rr1RBMQ/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bpom%2Bpom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-6228550299892046047</id><published>2010-12-06T17:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:44:58.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Individual Education Plan (IEP) meetings summary</title><content type='html'>I've had the pleasure of sitting on a few IEPs (Individual Education Plan)  while on my pediatric fieldwork and I really enjoyed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, various professions in education--psychologist, occupational therapist, physical therapist, speech pathologist, special education teacher, classroom teacher, nurse, case manager, paraprofessional and any other professional, and parents all meet together to discuss the needs and goals of the child's education.  Everyone gets a turn to speak and report on observations, evaluations, assessments, interventions and outcomes.  They also each report on how the child is progressing and if he should remain eligible for their service over the next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These meetings can last for HOURS.  Of course, the time flew for me because I am a student and everything is new and fascinating but I can see how over time these meetings can be frustrating if people come late or unprepared.   On at least 3 occasions the parents did not show up or were so late my supervisor and I had to leave to make appointments at other schools to see our regularly scheduled kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed how some professionals use words that may be unfamiliar to some parents, particularly to those with certain educational backgrounds.  Words such as bell curve, fine motor, adaptive equipment, pincer grasp, range of motion, etc., may be unfamiliar to some parents.  As professionals we must remember to speak in layman's terms so that everyone in the meeting can participate and understand what is being said.  It's also important so that parents feel comfortable enough to participate in the meeting and ask questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As professionals we need to be aware of what is not being said during these meetings.  I noticed that some parents were very passive and only spoke when a question was asked; the professionals dictated what was to be done to their child and they went along with it.  Other parents were very proactive and asked lots of questions and had a very aggressive (but not in a negative way) role in the meeting.  I think that when we notice parents are passive and go along with what is being said we need to ask them for their input because what they think is important.  &lt;br /&gt;Additionally, it's important not to speak so negatively about the child to the parent that you make the kid sound like an idiot.  In some instances, I felt badly for the parents as professionals talked about the kid as if they were slow, or stupid or amazingly abnormal.  This is still someone's kid and although as the professional what you say may be the truth, it's still rather crass and insensitive to speak so poorly about the child.  Every child has SOME thing they do well and at some point it's beneficial to reflect on what the child does well.  Parents are an integral part of these meetings and without their cooperation and support some of these kids won't progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same note, it's important for parents to consider that professionals have appointments to make and their world does not revolve around you.  Be sure to confirm the time of your appointment if you plan to attend and then, actually BE THERE at that time.  If you will be late CALL THE SCHOOL and inform someone that you will be late.  It's frustrating for people to sit twiddling their thumbs waiting for parents to attend the meetings because everyone has paperwork to complete, other meetings to attend and kids to see.  So much time could be saved if people would communicate their whereabouts and intentions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-6228550299892046047?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6228550299892046047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/individual-education-plan-iep-meetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6228550299892046047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6228550299892046047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/individual-education-plan-iep-meetings.html' title='Individual Education Plan (IEP) meetings summary'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7401886872180109387</id><published>2010-12-06T17:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:28:31.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQs--OT books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TP1xmJ_IodI/AAAAAAAAAiY/-YSUxaS-10E/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TP1xmJ_IodI/AAAAAAAAAiY/-YSUxaS-10E/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547715216320012754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I received a question (a really long time ago, haha) asking for suggestions on good books on occupational therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamefully, because I'm always studying textbooks I only have two suggestions on leisure reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treebarking&lt;/span&gt; by Nesta Rovina.  I read this book sometime ago but it is basically a compilation of an occupational therapists experiences.  I found this book incredibly interesting and I highly recommend it.  It was one of the first books I could find on occupational therapy so I picked it up and read it.  I thought it was a great read.  I couldn't put it down.&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look Up for Yes&lt;/span&gt; by Julia Tavalaro.  This is another excellent read.  Ms. Tavalaro suffered several strokes that left her unable to walk or move or do anything.  Everyone thought her mind was mush when in fact she was very much cognitively aware of everything that was going on around her.  She was treated terribly by medical staff and professionals (emphasis on TERRIBLE) until an occupational therapist, physical therapist and speech pathologist came along and helped her.  I highly recommend this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on another one of my international trips soon (more on that as the time approaches) and I will have more time to read so I can recommend more books then.  I've found very few books specifically on occupational therapy.  Rather, many books are narratives on the experience of sickness, injury or some other setback.  I think books of this nature are good to read because they provide insight into the medical profession and occupational therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you, Sara, for asking that question and I hope others begin to read more books in this genre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7401886872180109387?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7401886872180109387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/faqs-ot-books.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7401886872180109387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7401886872180109387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/faqs-ot-books.html' title='FAQs--OT books'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TP1xmJ_IodI/AAAAAAAAAiY/-YSUxaS-10E/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-9071077486145443900</id><published>2010-11-15T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:36:04.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We started our Pediatric Fieldowrk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOH7Rqd13YI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BGCSg5_IrgM/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-pediatrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOH7Rqd13YI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BGCSg5_IrgM/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-pediatrics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539985297518222722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm on my pediatric fieldwork now and I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an incredible supervisor!  She is patient and answers each and every one of my 3 million  questions thoroughly.  She brings me resources and samples regularly and I'm  reviewing and learning from all the material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have disabilities that range from cerebral palsy, muscular dystrophy, autism, ADD/ADHD, mild  Sensory Processing Disorder, handwriting and developmental delays.   What's  interesting is that a lot of the time is spent on paperwork, at least more than I expected.  My supervisor is very gracious  because during that time she takes breaks from paperwork to answer my 3  million questions per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor is awesome about allowing me to experiment, play  with, joke with and work with them.   I love working with them!  One of the kids  said to me, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, I'm Boy X.  What's your name?&lt;/span&gt;"  I told him my name is 'Ms. Kim' to which he promptly replied,  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What grade are you in?&lt;/span&gt;"   It took everything in me to keep from laughing.    Because I'm 'novel and  new' the kids love working me and none of them are shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had  the opportunity to sit in on an IEP (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Individualized_Education_Program"&gt;Individualized Education Program&lt;/a&gt;) meeting and it was incredibly  interesting!   I had to sign the IEP paperwork, as an OTS of course,  because everyone present has to be acknowledged.  A variety of professionals were present--the psychologist,  special education teacher, classroom teacher, case manager, occupational therapist (of course), Speech Language Pathologist-- and the parents  were there.  I felt that some of the language was a little too technical for the parents and I made a mental note to always remember to speak simply and clearly and explain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;when talking to people who are not occupational therapists.  What is simple and common knowledge to me may be technical mumbo-jumbo to someone not in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of our therapy takes place in odd locations due to lack of space, including the hallway, closets, the classroom, backrooms in the library and other super small areas.  Each area is distracting and  exceptionally visually or aurally stimulating.   I don't know how the kids can concentrate, given their occupational needs, and I'm always amazed at the kids' ability to  concentrate with so much 'business' going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that performing standardized assessments can be a bit challenging because the kids don't have the attention span, patience or focus to complete the assessment.   So, the evaluations that I've witnessed use creative tools and simple/clever games and tasks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I love working with small children.  I'm still learning how to really analyze their grips, posture, sensory needs or aversions, speech, gross and fine motor skills and a host of other things.  I'm really working on being more observant to their abilities and delays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-9071077486145443900?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9071077486145443900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-started-our-pediatric-fieldowrk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/9071077486145443900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/9071077486145443900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-started-our-pediatric-fieldowrk.html' title='We started our Pediatric Fieldowrk!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOH7Rqd13YI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BGCSg5_IrgM/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-pediatrics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-44985144221533784</id><published>2010-11-15T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:09:03.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man without Arms and Legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOH0X2USBMI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mPqjkF_9A1Y/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bnick%2Bvujicic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOH0X2USBMI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mPqjkF_9A1Y/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bnick%2Bvujicic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539977707197170882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that I did in honor of participating in something new every month was visit a talk by a man who was born without arms or legs!  Yes, it's true.  I went to a church with my classmate and we sat for 30 minutes and listened to Nick Vujicic tell us about Jesus Christ, the Gospel and living nearly 30 years without limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a book that you can purchase from his website or from Amazon entitled&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Life Without Limits: Inspiration for a Ridiculously Good Life&lt;/span&gt;.  When we go on break in December, I'm going to purchase this book.  I really enjoyed listening to what Nick had to say and I'm looking forward to reading his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most interesting things was his wheelchair. He drives it with his 'flippers,' as he calls his feet, and he was very adept at maneuvering through the aisles.  Nick was born with a rare disease called Tetra-amelia.  From an occupational therapy point of view, he talks as if his daily occupations and functions have not been affected.   I can neither confirm nor deny this as I have not evaluated him, obviously, and I choose not to place my own limiting beliefs on him.  According to him, he's done tons of things--played golf, surfing, scuba diving, tons of things.  You can view pics of all these activities &lt;a href="http://www.amsvans.com/blog/1803-nick-vujicic-a-man-born-without-arms-or-legs/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  And, of course, you can always Google him.  Google knows everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find more information about Nick and his book by clicking here--&lt;a href="http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/"&gt;Lifewithoutlimbs.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-44985144221533784?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/44985144221533784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/man-without-arms-and-legs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/44985144221533784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/44985144221533784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/man-without-arms-and-legs.html' title='A Man without Arms and Legs'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOH0X2USBMI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mPqjkF_9A1Y/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bnick%2Bvujicic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-4229341859083824243</id><published>2010-11-15T20:19:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:38:41.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sculpture Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOHvw9cpbSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/kPtfv1rxll4/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-the%2Bphoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOHvw9cpbSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/kPtfv1rxll4/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-the%2Bphoenix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539972641049898274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Phoenix'...a really beautiful piece.  It actually looks like a Phoenix.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOHvttPLPKI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0mrC8zrjVpI/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-arc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOHvttPLPKI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0mrC8zrjVpI/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-arc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539972585158818978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Bodark Arc.'  Of course, while we were on the tour we didn't get this view.  The staff part of the bow is a row of orange trees.   The string part of the bow is a beaten down path that turns into a bridge that crosses parts of the pond.  The view from one end the tree grove to the other is absolutely incredible!  I REALLY wish I had my camera that day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOHvoN76rNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SzozbQmAguY/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bblog-house%2Bdivided.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOHvoN76rNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SzozbQmAguY/s320/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bblog-house%2Bdivided.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539972490857196754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 'House Divided' sculpture.  This pic shows the 3 entrances, all of which lead to the same area since 1/2 of this structure is cut off by the diagonal wall.  If you look closely you can see part of the wall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOHrnCkXn1I/AAAAAAAAAho/_ulP24ThxuE/s1600/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bmanilow%2Bpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOHrnCkXn1I/AAAAAAAAAho/_ulP24ThxuE/s400/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog%2Bmanilow%2Bpark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539968072579260242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yes! for Lady Day.'  This is an interactive sculpture that moves and 'sings.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know I'm committed to trying something new every month.  I didn't post what I did in October so here it is!  First, I went on an art tour.  I don't know if I every mentioned this but my school has the largest outdoor sculpture park in the United States--&lt;a href="http://www.govst.edu/sculpture/detail.aspx"&gt;Nathan Manilow Sculpture Park&lt;/a&gt;.    Interesting, huh?  Well, the last tour was in mid-October, it was free, so I went.  I was the youngest person there, which was great.   I invited my entire occupational therapy class but no one came :-(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the tour group made all kinds of humorous comments about my youth because the tour was loooong--a little over two hours on foot and we didn't even see everything! I met a gentlemen who was 83 years old!  He and I talked the entire time.  He was incredibly talkative, open and friendly.  I like talking to seniors because they always have something interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the tour gave me a new appreciation for sculpture and other art forms and I will definitely attend another tour.  I wish I had taken pictures because the fall backdrop was absolutely GORGEOUS.  The tour guide was excellent and gave an excellent review of each piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting part of the tour was the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House Divided&lt;/span&gt;' piece which was a large white building, similar in shape to a barn.  You could actually walk inside this piece.  As the &lt;a href="http://www.govst.edu/sculpture/detail.aspx?id=16832"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; describes, "When we step inside we are surprised to find the structure has, in fact,  been divided in half, diagonally. Three entries to the outside create  an uncomfortable space with no corners. Fully half of the structure has  been rendered useless."  The artist does not offer an explanation of the piece but rather leaves the interpretation to the viewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tour guide stated that someone once suggested that since the piece illustrates a complete waste of space  with a diagonal wall with no doors to the other side, is titled House Divided, gives reference to Abraham Lincoln and is in Illinois, then one possible meaning could be the incredible amount of talent and skill wasted and lost by slaves who were never allowed to reach their full potential and contribute to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their was an eerie silence as that statement sunk in and of course everyone turned and looked at me since I was the only brown skinned person on the tour.  But walking into that piece and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling and seeing&lt;/span&gt; how the space is completely useless and wasted by that diagonal wall really stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the tour.  I wish more of my classmates would have experienced it with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-4229341859083824243?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4229341859083824243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/sculpture-tour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4229341859083824243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4229341859083824243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/sculpture-tour.html' title='Sculpture Tour'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TOHvw9cpbSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/kPtfv1rxll4/s72-c/occupational%2Btherapy%2Bstudent%2Bblog-the%2Bphoenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-3905295728605314335</id><published>2010-11-02T22:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:12:24.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you vote today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TNDfkc8mm8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/yuYxVe081I8/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+voting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TNDfkc8mm8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/yuYxVe081I8/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+voting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535169759377005506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU VOTE TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer HAD BETTER be YES!  I got up nice and early this morning to vote.  Well, it wasn't quite so nice since it was still DARK outside.  It was waaaay before the crack of dawn, the sun was still sleeping.  But I performed my American privilege and voted.  For me, voting is a pretty serious matter and I do whatever is necessary to get to the polls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to any American white males out there who may be reading this but I must say this:  If you are a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minority or a woman&lt;/span&gt; and you did not vote you deserve a SPANKING and you should be sorely ASHAMED of yourself.  A lot of people busted a lot of sweat and tears for this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIVILEGE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESPONSIBILITY &lt;/span&gt;and I believe it's disrespectful not to vote.  So, you had better have a pretty darn good explanation for not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the polls and talking to the people checking my paperwork I got a little teary-eyed thinking about the privilege of voting.  I'm serious, I was really holding back some tears.  I thought about my grandparents who didn't have this privilege when they turned 18, how proud they must have felt the first time they voted and how, amazingly, 75 years ago I would have been spat upon for coming within 15 feet of a polling place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting is simple yet powerful act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy and proud to be able to say I voted today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-3905295728605314335?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3905295728605314335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/did-you-vote-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3905295728605314335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3905295728605314335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/did-you-vote-today.html' title='Did you vote today?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TNDfkc8mm8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/yuYxVe081I8/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+voting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-6791345128383697309</id><published>2010-10-25T20:17:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:40:54.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pics from the Girls' Home</title><content type='html'>I found these pics when going through my iPhoto.  I forgot to post them from the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random pic of me before going to work at an occupational therapy information session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYxILCQqxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/PBAyubco8Oo/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+information+session.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYxILCQqxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/PBAyubco8Oo/s200/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+information+session.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532163208742218514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to a 'carnival' with the girls.  They did face and arm painting and made me a Dora balloon.  Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYwjfGIDAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/u9_FggLC4Pc/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+face+paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYwjfGIDAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/u9_FggLC4Pc/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+face+paint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532162578471980034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYwcXeu73I/AAAAAAAAAg4/FET6DcV_n2o/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+Dora+balloon+doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYwcXeu73I/AAAAAAAAAg4/FET6DcV_n2o/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+Dora+balloon+doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532162456168623986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls did my nails...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYvezwOEII/AAAAAAAAAgw/f4oid_25YCc/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+blue+nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYvezwOEII/AAAAAAAAAgw/f4oid_25YCc/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+blue+nails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532161398606270594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Amy's nails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYvYenBoMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KZf-CTaxxsM/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+amy%27s+nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYvYenBoMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KZf-CTaxxsM/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+amy%27s+nails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532161289851347138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a game on managing your emotions.  We all sat in a circle with a tub of candy in the middle.  Each person took a turn rolling a pair of dice.  If you scored doubles you got to choose a candy.  Once all the candy was gone we each rolled again; if you scored doubles you got to choose s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omeone else's&lt;/span&gt; candy.  At the end of the game we talked about how it felt to score doubles and choose candy from the tub, to choose from someone else and to have candy taken from you from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYud0eIKKI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ys0crZJHRYM/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+snickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYud0eIKKI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ys0crZJHRYM/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+snickers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532160282107324578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played another game where we pretended  everyone was on a cruise.  We  had them make and decorate hats.  Before  the activity we created  'keys.'  During the activity each person  received a key and went around  asking others to exchange their key.  The  keys with the hearts have  'HIV.' At the end we asked who had the heart  keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYuShT1TgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3lrjfT7Ale4/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+HIV+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYuShT1TgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3lrjfT7Ale4/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+HIV+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532160087985311234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYtivV92II/AAAAAAAAAgQ/D_vVEq3J4_I/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blo+-+HIV+keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYtivV92II/AAAAAAAAAgQ/D_vVEq3J4_I/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blo+-+HIV+keys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532159267118635138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-6791345128383697309?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6791345128383697309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-pics-from-girls-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6791345128383697309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6791345128383697309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-pics-from-girls-home.html' title='Random pics from the Girls&apos; Home'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYxILCQqxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/PBAyubco8Oo/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+information+session.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-3317127210276320708</id><published>2010-10-25T19:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:42:50.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Switches &amp; Circuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYrTMdQ1QI/AAAAAAAAAgI/P6jt8AYxA7A/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+mercury+switch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYrTMdQ1QI/AAAAAAAAAgI/P6jt8AYxA7A/s400/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+mercury+switch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532156801032705282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this is the switch using the mercury filament.  See the pencil gripper in my left hand?  Inside is the mercury filled chamber--we glued it in the gripper so it won't fall out.  I'm holding it upside down, and as a result, the light is off).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYppunWB_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/klA5FXyDGes/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+marcelo+closed+circuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYppunWB_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/klA5FXyDGes/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+marcelo+closed+circuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532154989135661042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(We joked that he was a Chilean miner.  He actually is from Chile! And with the flashlight clipped to his hat, well, you know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYpKKYlyqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oC0crBmC06Q/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+Amy+angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYpKKYlyqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oC0crBmC06Q/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+Amy+angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532154446834158242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sometimes it was a little frustrating and the switch wouldn't work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYpByw49TI/AAAAAAAAAfw/2L-ngLRlT_o/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+open+circuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYpByw49TI/AAAAAAAAAfw/2L-ngLRlT_o/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+open+circuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532154303054673202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(an open circuit.  When I close the circuit by connecting the two sides of the business card the flashlight will light up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYoR_GFEKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/keVstv7jqNU/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-circuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYoR_GFEKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/keVstv7jqNU/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-circuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532153481731051682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my completed switch! Eureka!  It works!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made switches last week.  In layman's terms, a switch is an electrical circuit that turns something on or off.  Occupational therapists use switches to make adaptive equipment/assistive technology.  As an example, we made two switches.  The first switch was for a flashlight.  We taped metal strips to a business card to conduct electricity and complete the circuit (for more info on circuits click &lt;a href="http://www.zephyrus.co.uk/circuits1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).  This type of switch would be useful for someone who doesn't have the ability to push the knob on the flashlight to turn it on.  With this switch, they would only have to close the business card, this requires less energy and finger movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second switch we made used mercury to close the circuit.  Instead of connecting two ends, with this switch you hold the tip upright or upside down.  I don't know all the terminology but basically we had a glass chamber with mercury touching something that was like a metal filament.  When held upright, the mercury touched the filament and closed the circuit; when held upside down the mercury did not touch the filament and opened the circuit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-3317127210276320708?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3317127210276320708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-switch-using-mercury-filament.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3317127210276320708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3317127210276320708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-switch-using-mercury-filament.html' title='Switches &amp; Circuits'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TMYrTMdQ1QI/AAAAAAAAAgI/P6jt8AYxA7A/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+mercury+switch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5142983943523354012</id><published>2010-10-25T19:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:44:55.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to an Alzheimer's facility</title><content type='html'>We went to an Alzheimer's facility about a week and a half ago.  This facility was awesome! It was just so cute.  It was built so that everything is in a circle so that the residents will never get lost.  They had a library, a bistro/cafe, an outdoor sitting area,  a salon, a recreation room, a complete kitchen (with all stove/burners turned off), and 'neighborhoods'.  The neighborhoods had their 'homes,' which were really cute little dorm rooms.  The neighborhoods were marked with distinct names, pictures and colors so that the residents will recognize in which area they are in.  The outdoor area was completely fenced in with 8-foot fences, but the area was so large that you didn't feel like you were fenced in.  The outdoor area was in a circle as well so that the residents would not get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The residents are free to move about the facility as they pleased, including going outside whenever they want.  The purpose is to give them the freedom to roam so that they feel like they are not in a 'hotel' or some other foreign place; the facility wants them to feel like they are home.  To help them remember their 'home' each resident had their picture outside the door and some had pictures of family and pictures of themselves when they were younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with a woman at the Bistro.  She was drinking a hot chocolate and the convo went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Hi, my name is Kim.  What's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her:  I'd like something to go with my coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  Ok, I'll get you something to go with your coffee in just a moment.  Do you have any children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her:   I'd like something to go with my coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  Ok, yes I can see that you need something with your coffee.  Can you tell me the names of your children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her:  Yes, I have three children.   I'd like something to go with my coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  Three children, that's awesome!  Are you married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her:  Yes, I was married.  He was very good to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  That's great.  How long were you married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her:  He was very good to me. I'd like something to go with my coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you get my drift.  The conversation went on and on like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the marketing coordinator was talking about the horrors of Alzheimer's disease I became overwhelmed and had to fight tears.  I started thinking of my grandmother and all the pain she must have gone through.  I had no idea Alzheimer's was so...debilitating.  I knew it was bad, but not as bad as what the marketing coordinator explained.  It made me angry and sad and remorseful.  I went through a bunch of 'I should've done this and that and the other thing.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates could see that I was fighting back tears.  It took everything in me to keep from getting up and running to the bathroom sobbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5142983943523354012?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5142983943523354012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/visit-to-alzheimers-facility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5142983943523354012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5142983943523354012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/visit-to-alzheimers-facility.html' title='A visit to an Alzheimer&apos;s facility'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1536725727460347980</id><published>2010-10-15T12:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:24:02.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Assistive technology creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpovQKC8JI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9WZsqasf50E/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sequence3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpovQKC8JI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9WZsqasf50E/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sequence3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528846653550948498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sequencing flashcards.  for more fun you can play a game with these)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpoZI2fcxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/TqxDpjZqxqo/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-universal+cuff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpoZI2fcxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/TqxDpjZqxqo/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-universal+cuff2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528846273632760594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the pic above and below are of a universal cuff for scissors.  Also, that nail polish is pretty darn cool!  I gotta buy some!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpoQMayOYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/c977Q9fpiqo/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-universal+cuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpoQMayOYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/c977Q9fpiqo/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-universal+cuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528846119971469698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpkhi0AkaI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xbo2d8OiqVw/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-utensil+practice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpkhi0AkaI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xbo2d8OiqVw/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-utensil+practice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528842019994112418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This project allows someone to practice matching and placing utensils, a vocational skill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpkbKoxmtI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Mdi-gj1lhr4/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpkbKoxmtI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Mdi-gj1lhr4/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528841910425328338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This project allows someone to practice signing their name on their checks.  It gives visual cues that they have signed in the correct place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpkEZzjtwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Cla9388T2C0/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sequence2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpkEZzjtwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Cla9388T2C0/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sequence2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528841519360096002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sequencing flashcards--how to put on a shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpj8n5PJYI/AAAAAAAAAew/sadhN9j450M/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sequence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpj8n5PJYI/AAAAAAAAAew/sadhN9j450M/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sequence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528841385703056770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sequencing flashcards-how to wash hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpj2TztPJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/350BCkjryHM/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sensory+cube+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpj2TztPJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/350BCkjryHM/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sensory+cube+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528841277231938706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this pic above and the one below are a sensory cube--notice the various textures on all sides)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpjvlHSJtI/AAAAAAAAAeg/EQODVkxm42Y/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sensory+cube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpjvlHSJtI/AAAAAAAAAeg/EQODVkxm42Y/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sensory+cube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528841161618368210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpjl9qVcJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/b6nS7ipv4c0/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-reading+stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpjl9qVcJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/b6nS7ipv4c0/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-reading+stand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840996409143442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a communication/reading slant board for those with low tone/motor skills.  This board holds communication books high and at a slant for communication)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpje2XngSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KcHTKS-3aIs/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-proprioception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpje2XngSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KcHTKS-3aIs/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-proprioception.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840874192503074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Since I'm such a high sensory seeker I loved these proprioception bags!  The one on my lap was filled with rice and was nice and heavy!  The one on my neck felt good too!  Sorry I know I look crazy.  My friend Amy had me cracking up laughing and I was trying to stifle it and my hair was all over the place!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpjWYaJi3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/h0ipjuF3x8E/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-picture+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpjWYaJi3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/h0ipjuF3x8E/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-picture+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840728711105394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a picture communication book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpjHjBQiEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Di_I6y341hU/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-dynavox+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpjHjBQiEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Di_I6y341hU/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-dynavox+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840473861457986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Dynavox bag!  I love this project! The cereal represents the Dynavox.  &lt;a href="http://www.dynavoxtech.com/default.aspx"&gt;Dynavox&lt;/a&gt; is an augmentative/alternative communication device)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpjAHRTijI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lA48Tzas_ac/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-door+lever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpjAHRTijI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lA48Tzas_ac/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-door+lever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840346153486898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Door lever.  Note that this is soooo much easier to open than the regular knob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpi5ucWl9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/ChgNNsFIZYE/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpi5ucWl9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/ChgNNsFIZYE/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840236409722834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Our project!  You can't see it too well here but the blue cup has a wide-spaced handle so that Boy X can pick it up.  We then glued it to the yellow plastic plate.  The other cup is a heavy duty plastic cup with a 10-inch straw and placed into a plastic storage container with the bottom cut out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago we went to an organization that provides special education for those with special needs in their school district.  The students were all severely disabled with a range of disabilities, including those that are blind, have cerebral palsy, mental impairments and autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of our Assistive Technology class we had to talk with the teacher, and, if possible, some of the students and determine what low-tech (aka low cost) assistive technology they may need.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assistive_technology"&gt;Assistive technology&lt;/a&gt; is basically any device or tool that is adapted for use for people with disabilities.  As an example, many of the things we use today were originally invented for people with disabilities.  The 'lever' door handle that is so ubiquitous now used to be very expensive because it was for people with disabilities.  But now we realize that senior and children find this type of door handle easier than the round knob handle.  The rubber grip pads that you use to provide friction to open doors were designed for people with disabilities to make that task easier.  It used to be expensive but now you can find that at any Walgreens or CVS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway,  my group chose a 21 year old male with cerebral palsy.  We saw his instructor holding a cup with a straw so he could have a drink of water.  We found out that every time he wants to drink she has to hold the cup for him.  With further inquiry we discovered that he has the capability to grasp a cup (he's very spastic/high tone) if the handle is wide enough.  We asked if he would like a cup and she emphatically said he would love a cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we glued a plastic water bottle to a plastic plate (for  a wider base of support in case his motor planning is poor and he drops it instead of placing it on a table/desk).  We also cut a hole in a plastic container, glued a thick plastic strip around the cut out (for grip) and place rubber on the bottom of the container (for grip).  We placed a loooong straw in it.  Now he has two cups that are his from which he can drink on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other class projects include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;picture sequencing books, for those who have trouble with the sequence of washing hands or brushing teeth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picture books for activities, for those who are non-verbal but can point to activities in which they want to participate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sensory cubes, for those who are learning to modulate tactile sensory input or who desire more tactile sensory input&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;proprioception bags (filled with rice or beans) for those who need proprioceptive input&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a reading board, for those who are unable to hold a book but need a slanted board that will maintain the book's position&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a Dynavox bag holder (I thought this was VERY creative).  My classmates bought a regular bag from Wal-mart, dyed it purple (the girl's favorite color), put a purple pressure strap on it, then lined it with that plastic material that school folders are made from (for structure and stiffness) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; lined that with foam (for softness).  So, now the girl can carry her verbal assistive tech devices with her in a cute little bag!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, I thought this was a very interesting and creative project and I learned that it doesn't take lot of money to provide someone with the tools they need to be successful or comfortable.   That's what occupational therapy is about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have pics of everything, I'll post them when I get home).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1536725727460347980?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1536725727460347980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/assistive-technology-creations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1536725727460347980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1536725727460347980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/assistive-technology-creations.html' title='Assistive technology creations'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLpovQKC8JI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9WZsqasf50E/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sequence3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1591633943570584045</id><published>2010-10-12T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:25:52.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Sensationally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLUTg7ARjeI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gQtSNZj2pxg/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-+living+sensationally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLUTg7ARjeI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gQtSNZj2pxg/s200/occupational+therapy+student+blog-+living+sensationally.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527345573982735842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm a Sensory Seeker!  No surprise there, given the events of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we completed the Adult Sensory Profile assessment questionnaire by Winnie Dunn.  This assessment asks questions on visual, auditory, touch, taste, activity level, and that's all I can think of off the top of my head.  The test measures strong patterns of over- or under-responsiveness to stimuli in comparison to the population.  Turns out I have a high affinity for taste and activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sensory seeker my neurological threshold for stimuli is high so I actively seek pleasurable stimuli in taste and activity.  So true.  I will eat any weird food (while living in Japan I ate the toxic Puffer fish and fish eyes and while in China I ate all kinds of strange things. I loved it!), I love going out to ethnic restaurants and trying to cook different foods.  I also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; a lot.  I love new experiences that take me out of my comfort zone and I love just trying something new, period.  I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the opportunity I encourage you to read Winnie Dunn's book, Living Sensationally.  I'm reading it now (only a few pages a night, it's leisure reading.  I'm a student for goodness sake! I have no time to read more :-). In a nutshell the book discusses that we each 'have a sensory profile  that drives the way we structure our routine, choose our wardrobes,  design our menus, and interact with co-workers, friends, and family  members' (this description from from &lt;a href="http://specialchildren.about.com/od/sensoryintegrationbooks/gr/livingsensation.htm"&gt;About.com)&lt;/a&gt;.  The four profiles examined are Sensory Avoider, Sensory Seeker (me!), Sensority Bystander and Sensory Sensor (or sensitive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the book to find out more.  I think it is an EXCELLENT introduction to sensory topics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1591633943570584045?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1591633943570584045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-sensationally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1591633943570584045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1591633943570584045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-sensationally.html' title='Living Sensationally!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLUTg7ARjeI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gQtSNZj2pxg/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-+living+sensationally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-217943596659529219</id><published>2010-10-12T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:27:25.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We administered a standardized Pediatric test!</title><content type='html'>As part of my occupational therapy assessment class we've been visiting a nearby school/development center.  Today we had to perform a play assessment, a standardized assessment and an interview with the teacher on the child.  Yikes!  We worked in groups of 5 and we did very well, actually!  And it was a LOT of fun!  A lot!  Does this mean I'm sold on peds????  I'm not sure yet.  Everything is fun when you first try it! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified at first, but then I realized, I'm great with kids and all kids love me because I'm fun!  It's true, I'm not being facetious, I'm lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we administered the Bruininks-Oseretsky Test of Motor Proficiency on a 4-year old boy (who was adorable, btw, seriously, just too cute!).   We started off by playing Duck, Duck Goose, then we played catch with a large, soft nerf ball, then catch with a tennis ball, then we constructed an obstacle course (I had to model it for him, imagine my big self crawling through tunnels and laying on a scooter! haha), then we rolled him on a scooter, then rolled him on a scooter while he held a hula hoop and I pulled him (we made train noises), then we played Simon Says (you can learn a lot about cognition, proprioception, and motor skills from this game, wow!), then we sat down and drew lines, circles, X's and crosses (as I drew I made sure to make noises, like rolling my tongue, to make it more animated for him) and then we finally started the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test is a lot longer than we anticipated, and because we were all new at it and had no time to prepare, it took ALL five of us to do it! LOL.  We took turns with each module and we all helped set up to keep it moving so he wouldn't get bored.  By the end he was definitely antsy and we tried to speed it up again.  The BOT is very long and I don't know how any kid sits through it.    We didn't do all the modules because our kid was technically too young (but we needed the practice) and we were short on time--we were, after all, interrupting his class time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we interviewed the teacher.  This normally happens first but she had a class and we had to wait for her to finish.  The interview went very well and we learned a lot about our kid, how he interacts and how to conduct an informative interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end, I was sweaty, dirty, and tired.  But, I learned that I need this type of constant stimulation because, just like a kid, I get bored very easily.  I am a Sensory Seeker (more about that at the next post) so I need constant stimulation.  Working with kids may be for me.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-217943596659529219?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/217943596659529219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-administered-standardized-pediatric.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/217943596659529219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/217943596659529219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-administered-standardized-pediatric.html' title='We administered a standardized Pediatric test!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2775778894102756019</id><published>2010-10-12T19:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:26:49.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I was on MTV's Punk'd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLUKfynvWsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1MvGMa9sBts/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-cornrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLUKfynvWsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1MvGMa9sBts/s200/occupational+therapy+student+blog-cornrows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527335658947828418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Just a random pic of me.  Just thought I'd share :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went back to the community center to speak with the seniors again.  My original group of ladies was not there (yes, I was very sad) so I sat with a new group.  This group of three was interesting because of two people: one gentlemen, who completely dominated the conversation, even at inappropriate times, and a woman who suffered from terrible episodic memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentlemen, Mr. Doe, talked about himself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incessantly&lt;/span&gt;.  He talked about his travels to one European country while he was in the army and he talked about the jobs he held after that.  He talked, and talked and talked.  When I tried to incorporate Ms. Doe (they are not married, just friends from the community center) into the conversation with openers like, 'Mrs. Doe, how are you?' 'Do you have any children?' and 'Tell me more about your children' Mr. Doe would interrupt with something totally unrelated but about himself.  He had an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; narcissistic quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Ms. Doe if she had any children she told me that she had a certain number of children living and one that died when he was very young.  She then immediately began to describe how the child died!  And she went through the entire day, from how she woke up and got dressed (all the details of that), to how the child didn't want to go to school that day (all those details including how she gave him a tap on the romp), to going to work to how, when and in what manner how child died.  I was stunned because I asked a simple question and she gave me a lot!  It was very sad.  It was also very interesting that that is what she decided to tell me (an excellent example of episodic memory).   When I asked about her living children she gave me another very sad story about the problems of her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermittently Mr. Doe interrupted every single one of Ms. Doe's sad stories to tell me a story of something totally unrelated--like a war, his war travels, his jobs, etc.  This was narcissism at its best.  A woman is telling me how her child died and he interrupts her to tell me about country X and the women there and how they loved Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point Ms. Doe was so tired of Mr. Doe interrupting that I saw her physically take a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; breath, roll her eyes and sigh.  She was clearly very frustrated.  When Mr. Doe was distracted with another classmate I said, 'Wow, Mr. Doe has a lot to say, huh?'  And she went on and on about him (I laughed inside at this).  After I listened to her stories for a little while and Mr. Doe couldn't stop interrupting, Ms. Doe just got up and left.   It was being on the Twilight Zone or a bad episode of MTV's Punk'd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2775778894102756019?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2775778894102756019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-was-on-mtvs-punkd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2775778894102756019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2775778894102756019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-was-on-mtvs-punkd.html' title='I think I was on MTV&apos;s Punk&apos;d...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TLUKfynvWsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1MvGMa9sBts/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-cornrows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-6657966185701094906</id><published>2010-10-04T22:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:55:51.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What sucks about growing old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TKqjm-x9ZkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/jumj6SIzeik/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+old+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TKqjm-x9ZkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/jumj6SIzeik/s400/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+old+woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524407783006234178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to a senior community site to visit and talk with seniors as part of the late adulthood portion of our Human Dev course.  We were supposed to observe their social, emotional, cognitive and physical abilities/disabilities and see if what we observed complemented or confirmed what we learned from our readings.  IT WAS SO INTERESTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to choose a table with the liveliest seniors EVER.  The moment I sat down one of the women said to me, 'You know, Ms. Doe over here is telling us about her online dating.'  Ms. Doe is 81 years old!  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four women at my table, ranging from 58 to 81 and they had the best stories. I can't repeat what was said but some of the topics were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;abusive husbands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decent husbands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;raising children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how breastfeeding makes your breasts sag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how old breasts are like eggplants and torpedoes (no kidding, they said this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how breast minimizers push your breasts under your armpits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cup size of each woman at the table (these were some large women!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how one woman heard a joke about a 69 and went home to ask her sons what that meant (haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the secret to a happy, long marriage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what sucks about growing old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my personal dating life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how growing old can be lonely...and boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how growing old can be physically painful &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how when you're young everything is tight and compact&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how I don't look my age&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how online dating sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why you shouldn't marry for looks unless you want a deadbeat, an abuser or a womanizer for a husband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why a prenup is good...for a short time, and when you really trust one another it should be destroyed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and a host of other things that I can't remember right now.  I had a lovely time and these women were so open, they just talked about EVERYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-6657966185701094906?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6657966185701094906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-sucks-about-growing-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6657966185701094906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6657966185701094906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-sucks-about-growing-old.html' title='What sucks about growing old...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TKqjm-x9ZkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/jumj6SIzeik/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+old+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-4990072751877808907</id><published>2010-10-04T22:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:05:05.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Systems Theory and Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TKvyhnfTb1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/EoN_GJRsnuw/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-kim+nametag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TKvyhnfTb1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/EoN_GJRsnuw/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-kim+nametag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524776027249930066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the instructor didn't know our names so we had to create nametags)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week for my Interdisciplinary class we had a guest instructor. If you remember this is the class I told you about that uses the quantum physics textbook.  Anyway, this instructor basically taught us about energy and how everyone and everything, including the earth, emits a certain energy wave that other living things pick up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained how, for example, if scientists all over the world are working to crack open some super hard code in health science, and finally somone in Japan figures it out then immediately someone in America will find a similar solution.  The proposal is that the Japanese scientists emitted that energy out into the universe and the American scientists were open to it and picked up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested that this sounds something like the premise of Malcolm Gladwell's (one of my favorite authors!  You have to read his books. all non-fiction) book, Blink.  In this book, Gladwell discusses how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mental processes  work rapidly and automatically from relatively  little information. It considers both the strengths of the adaptive  unconscious, for example in expert judgement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and its pitfalls such as &lt;/span&gt;stereotypes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. (source: Wikipedia)  &lt;/span&gt;In a nutshell, why is that when we meet someone we just don't like them.  We can't explain what it is about them but we know that something is not right and they are not a good person. Or, how we just know a certain situation is just not right, we can't explain it but we know something about it is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guest instructor proposed that what Gladwell is actually talking about is the energy that people emit.  Of course, Gladwell didn't use those words or even suggest such a thing but that was her interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we performed an 'energy exercise' where we wrote down something we want in the next 6 months.  We then had to write down 5 things we would experience from that want; she was careful to explain that it had to be experiences not emotions. For example, I chose that I wanted to go to Chile.  My experiences were something like see occupational therapy there from my classmate's old job, relax and read on the beach, see the natural sights, and some other stuff I don't remember.  But I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;say because it will make me feel good because that is an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then instructed to sit quietly with feet flat on the floor and close our eyes. We performed some deep breathing exercises.  We then had to imagine a large pink bubble coming closer to us.  The bubble had a door, in which we opened and placed our want.  Then we shut the door and sent the bubble off.  The instructor's instructions were 'don't think about it, just let it go.  It will happen. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was incredibly interesting, even though I disagreed with a lot of what she said.  Even still, I'm interested in hearing more about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-4990072751877808907?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4990072751877808907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/systems-theory-and-energy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4990072751877808907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4990072751877808907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/systems-theory-and-energy.html' title='Systems Theory and Energy'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TKvyhnfTb1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/EoN_GJRsnuw/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-kim+nametag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-466974254182983910</id><published>2010-09-27T22:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:01:27.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw cancer and, yes, it was ugly</title><content type='html'>Did I ever tell you I saw cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a joke.  Over the summer I decided to pay the incoming occupational therapy class a visit to their anatomy class.   As they were poking through their cadavers someone asked me if I wanted to see what cancer looked like.  Me being me, of course I said yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw pancreatic cancer.  I wasn't prepared for my emotional reactions--sadness and anger.  I don't know what I was expecting cancer to look like but it didn't look like what I expected.  His pancreas was covered in these white blobs.  The cancer had spread to to parts of his liver and colon. The gentleman who died from it was 45 years old, so young!  I felt angry that he died so young &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; sad that he died so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think was, "Wow, cancer is a BEAST." I can't imagine the pain that man must have been in...that cancer was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;.   I wondered about his family and what kind of life he lived before he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate told me that she drives by a billboard of a young girl, in her early twenties, with a caption that reads, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCER, YOU'LL QUIT BEFORE I DO.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well stated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-466974254182983910?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/466974254182983910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-saw-cancer-and-yes-it-was-ugly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/466974254182983910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/466974254182983910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-saw-cancer-and-yes-it-was-ugly.html' title='I saw cancer and, yes, it was ugly'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-825522664299554991</id><published>2010-09-27T20:37:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:57:27.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treating a patient with Breast Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TKFJnMYXfTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Z6DBbBPUygA/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-mastectomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TKFJnMYXfTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Z6DBbBPUygA/s400/occupational+therapy+student+blog-mastectomy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521775555820092722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this daring photo came from this blog -- &lt;a href="http://krislinatin.wordpress.com/2007/04/17/get-your-mammograms-ladies/"&gt;Musing of a Home Engineer&lt;/a&gt;.  I know it's racy but I think it's important for people to see images like this so they can not only know the impact of breast cancer but FEEL it.  I encourage you to read the post on the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also encourage you to view my favorite, most inspiring mastectomy photo by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.flickriver.com/photos/sentenced2live/389701294/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; All I can say is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wow&lt;/span&gt;.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TKFJihRQZTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KwC1N8QPIjw/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-mastectomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Human Dev class we had a case of a woman just referred to occupational therapy from her doctor due to a radical mastectomy (complete breast removal and some muscle, skin and other tissue) as a result of breast cancer.  To illustrate how we project our ideas on our clients we had to name her based on our interpretation of the situation.  I named her ADORING MOTHER because in the profile she stated that she just wanted to be able to take care of her children and her home.  I thought that was interesting because here she is, with breast cancer, recently from surgery, and one of her most pressing concerns is an IADL--taking care of those around her.  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation then went on to describe the things we'd like to know to start our first treatment session, such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;how is she dealing with her illness &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;which occupations are most important to her and why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how does she see her future &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does she have hope or does she feel hopeless &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does she understand lymphedema and other possible effects of breast cancer and mastectomy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how is her social support&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does she understand her current limitations (no lifting her children, heavy things, etc. for awhile)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what theoretical approach and assessment tools will we as occupational therapists use to treat her and why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what questions do we, as occupational therapists, have about breast cancer, mastectomies, the psychosocial effects, normal cognitive and developmental changes in a woman of her age (40s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where will we find the answers to our questions--what books and other resources&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;many other things I'm too tired to write right now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The class was really interesting and I thoroughly enjoyed the discussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-825522664299554991?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/825522664299554991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/treating-patient-with-breast-cancer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/825522664299554991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/825522664299554991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/treating-patient-with-breast-cancer.html' title='Treating a patient with Breast Cancer'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TKFJnMYXfTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Z6DBbBPUygA/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-mastectomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2834957310759748319</id><published>2010-09-24T15:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:49:04.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Different perspectives contribute to the whole picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJ0MjvYyJLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SluqcJjELJE/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sculpture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJ0MjvYyJLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SluqcJjELJE/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sculpture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520582526381466802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJ0MC2JtsDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7Pgmd8TPIzg/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sculpture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJ0MC2JtsDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7Pgmd8TPIzg/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sculpture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520581961261625394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJ0L8_DWVmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/pOzdTPWm6Yg/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sculpture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJ0L8_DWVmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/pOzdTPWm6Yg/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sculpture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520581860571633250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A few of the many sculptures on campus and one of the lakes.  I recently discovered that our campus has the largest sculpture park the U.S.  Interesting, isn't it?  I thought so, as well, which is why I am going to take a tour of the park in October.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, remember the quantum physics book I told you about a few posts ago?  Well, I have a class that uses that book as a textbook; we meet once per week.  This past week the instructors divided us into groups and sent each group to a different area of the campus (we got to go outside, I was soooo excited!!!  It was like recess!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each member had to write down what they could see, hear, smell and feel.  Then, each member had to focus on a different sensation or emotion:  some focused on only the sounds they heard, some focused on what was in their immediate vision and then what was in the distance, some focused on things that were only as small as an ant, and others focused on one particular object and how it made them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to the classroom each group had to collaborate on their particular focus area.  I thought each person, saw, heard, smelled and felt things that other people did not even notice.  For example, two people in one particular group both noticed the same statue in their area but only noticed a lamppost in front of it and the other only noticed a description post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the project, of course, was to illustrate that in groups people have different perspectives.  Each person's perspective is important and each contributes to the whole picture.  Also, it's very important to listen.  The people who were instructed to only write down what they heard, heard things that the rest of us did not even notice.  So, listening is an integral part of stellar teams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2834957310759748319?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2834957310759748319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/different-perspectives-contribute-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2834957310759748319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2834957310759748319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/different-perspectives-contribute-to.html' title='Different perspectives contribute to the whole picture'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJ0MjvYyJLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SluqcJjELJE/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-sculpture3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-612031939610944600</id><published>2010-09-24T15:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:27:16.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is occupational therapy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJ0JeLVF8GI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3JUfH2wSiek/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+hairbrush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJ0JeLVF8GI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3JUfH2wSiek/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+hairbrush.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520579132268081250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupational Therapy--Skills for the Job of Living:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'd like to brush your hair if you could only raise your arm if you could just move the muscles so you could get out of bed so you could walk to the mirror like you used to everyday without even thinking about it before you had the stroke.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a stroke, major surgery or other illness, it can be a long road back.  Occupational therapy can make the journey shorter and help to ease the frustration most people feel when they can't do things for themselves.  Occupational therapy not only shortens recovery time, it helps people to become more self-sufficient by teaching them new ways to perform job and life tasks despite their physical disabilities.  Things like making breakfast, brushing their hair, driving a car and earning a living.  Along the way, they gain the confidence to get on with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--AOTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I wish I could say these are my words but this is an AOTA  framed photo in one of the classrooms in my school.  I love it so much that I thought I'd share it with you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-612031939610944600?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/612031939610944600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-occupational-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/612031939610944600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/612031939610944600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-occupational-therapy.html' title='What is occupational therapy?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJ0JeLVF8GI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3JUfH2wSiek/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+hairbrush.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-4643272347597271031</id><published>2010-09-23T20:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:40:51.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OTCAS.ORG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJwBmDsoxfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WY8Ba-lGEpE/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+otcas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 29px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJwBmDsoxfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WY8Ba-lGEpE/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+otcas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520288996588570098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occupational therapy profession is changing the way students apply to schools.  It used to be that you would choose a school and apply on the school's website.  Now there is a new online system for  students, &lt;a href="https://portal.otcas.org/"&gt;otcas.org&lt;/a&gt;.  It's basically a centralized application website for occupational therapy students.  You pay a a fee the web service sends your application to your schools of choice.  You still have to send in some paper requirements, such as transcripts, but the site is flexible enough where even your letters of recommendation can be submitted online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me a little sad, it's like losing something...it just seems like some of the personality of the application process is lost in this.  But I think I feel this way partly because I applied through a paper system and it's familiar to me.  Everything is going electronic now, right?   So, I guess occupational therapy has to get on the bandwagon.  I also feel a little sad about all the changes because I just found out that my school no longer has a part-time option for occupational therapy students.  I think this limits a lot of people who are second career like me.  Thankfully, I am able to live on my scholarships and student loans so I didn't have to go part-time but many others don't have this option.  So, with every change is a benefit and a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I In a few years I'll probably be happy about this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-4643272347597271031?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4643272347597271031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/otcasorg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4643272347597271031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4643272347597271031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/otcasorg.html' title='OTCAS.ORG'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJwBmDsoxfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WY8Ba-lGEpE/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+otcas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2626092282023241344</id><published>2010-09-21T23:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:51:05.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantum theory, chaos and occupational therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJmC2pxlrfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iX66YMPlQLU/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJmC2pxlrfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iX66YMPlQLU/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519586693757644274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Interdisciplinary Team Process class that basically focuses on how to effectively work in teams.  We do a lot of creative things in this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the subjects we are covering is 'chaos.'  We're reading a book by Margaret Wheatley that discusses how chaos can be effective in organizations.  This is also known as systems theory or chaos theory.  The premise is that flow of information and the formation of relationships beyond hierarchical lines opens the door for organizations to self-organize and become productive, creative, adaptive and effective.  She basically says that leaders control an organization when instead they should allow organizations to be more chaotic to accomplish their goals.  Interestingly, she uses quantum physics (yes, that is not a typo) to explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week our instructors gave us a blank sheet of paper, representing chaos, and told us to do something with it.  Some groups crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash, some groups made a bowtie, some made an airplane, a few of us made those fortune telling thingies and others left the paper blank.  We then had to describe why we did what we did and if we all agreed to do it (and if not, why not) and how we came to the conclusion to do what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2626092282023241344?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2626092282023241344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/quantum-theory-chaos-and-occupational.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2626092282023241344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2626092282023241344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/quantum-theory-chaos-and-occupational.html' title='Quantum theory, chaos and occupational therapy'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJmC2pxlrfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iX66YMPlQLU/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-4751503034043526693</id><published>2010-09-21T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:01:31.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem Based Learning</title><content type='html'>We are now in the applied section of our occupational therapy education at my school.  So, over the last week we have been experiencing 'problem-based learning' (PBL) activities.  Problem based learning is basically where students collaborate to solve real world occupation therapy problems.  Every class period we get a bit more information about the case, in the form of doctor's notes, social worker's notes, or psychiatrists notes, just as if we were real occupational therapists. One of the most interesting things is that students do EVERYTHING.  The instructors are only facilitators.  So, they don't really say much.  We, the students, sit in our groups, review the 'problem,' and direct our own learning process.  The instructors jump in every now and again to guide our learning but that has generally been the extent of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like this process, although it is a little frustrating because I am still new at this and need a bit more guidance.  Our case has been a gentlemen named Tom, a 28 y.o. Caucasian male who has AIDS.  Tom has been admitted due to complications of pneumonia and lymphadenopathy.  He also shows signs of depression, isolation and loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting is that this PBL scenario is part of our Human Development course.  So, one of the challenges is to determine how this disease, and his reaction to it, is affecting normal early adulthood development.  This includes normal physical, cognitive, and psychosocial development.    It's very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-4751503034043526693?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4751503034043526693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/problem-based-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4751503034043526693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4751503034043526693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/problem-based-learning.html' title='Problem Based Learning'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-8081255673163128935</id><published>2010-09-21T22:17:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:50:36.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural experience - Mexican Museum of Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl7H2fflTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/99d-vmVkWcQ/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl7H2fflTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/99d-vmVkWcQ/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519578193136162098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An ofrenda displaying the elements of earth, fire, wind and water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl6aZtWVjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/O65hISZ2Mgo/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl6aZtWVjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/O65hISZ2Mgo/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519577412315534898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These next few pics are pieces of art depicting life or events in Mexico at various times in history.  The skeletons are made of paper mache!!  Impressive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl6VH3j-FI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_nSCv5OIw2M/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl6VH3j-FI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_nSCv5OIw2M/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519577321627187282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl5vAvBmKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EngHIRaOP5Y/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl5vAvBmKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EngHIRaOP5Y/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519576666877302946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl5oSLLXoI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nHiTKlJIvzk/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl5oSLLXoI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nHiTKlJIvzk/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519576551299702402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl5ZmTQy2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/He03ZZ8UwTk/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl5ZmTQy2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/He03ZZ8UwTk/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519576299004283746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The gentleman who made this ofrenda dedicated it to both his Mexican and Chinese heritage.  This is only a portion of it, as it was too large to fit in the picture, but it was beautiful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl5NgMkSeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/z87oyoo_lsE/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl5NgMkSeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/z87oyoo_lsE/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519576091207158242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another ofrenda displaying the elements of earth, fire, wind and water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl493d8-QI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6ybpfVAmjxg/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl493d8-QI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6ybpfVAmjxg/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519575822576187650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl4tz5pkvI/AAAAAAAAAag/nQky7cRcJpg/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl4idVoYAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dYUMT7xvMVM/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl4idVoYAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dYUMT7xvMVM/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519575351705493506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is art made of sand.  Isn't it beautiful???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These days one of my goals is to really focus on occupation and culture.  I'm always trying something new anyways, but now I want to take it up a notch.  I'd like to put myself out of my element and get a little uncomfortable at least once a month.  And being out of my element does not mean I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; be uncomfortable but it does mean that I have to learn or experience something new and different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 11th I went to the Museum of Mexican Art with one of the organizations for which I volunteer at school.  I LOVED it. The art was BEAUTIFUL.  We took a tour as a group and I learned quite a bit.  One of the main things I learned was all about an '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ofrenda&lt;/span&gt;.'  The closest English equivalent to an ofrenda is what we would call an 'altar,' except ofrendas are not for worshiping.   Instead, ofrendas are an offering to a deceased relative as they make their way back to Earth to visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living relatives decorate (is the word decorate appropriate??) the ofrenda with the favorite food and items of the deceased person as a way to honor and please them on their visit back.  Of course, the deceased does not eat the food or play with the items on the ofrenda, instead they enjoy the aroma of the food and the sight of the items they used enjoy while they were alive.  I learned that an ofrenda is supposed to display elements of the earth, water, fire and wind.  And finally, I learned that there a lot of Chinese in Mexico, due to the Chinese participating in the building of the railroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we all sat around and ate Brazilian pizza, which was delicious! I've been to Brazil and I loved the food but I never had Brazilian pizza.  Overall, I really enjoyed myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-8081255673163128935?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8081255673163128935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/cultural-experience-mexican-museum-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8081255673163128935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8081255673163128935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/cultural-experience-mexican-museum-of.html' title='Cultural experience - Mexican Museum of Art'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TJl7H2fflTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/99d-vmVkWcQ/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-3579779135441006251</id><published>2010-09-09T22:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:37:34.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT MY HAIR</title><content type='html'>If you had to choose a song to describe you and/or your culture, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an assignment for our human development class today.  We had to choose a song (and write the lyrics) to describe us, our culture, or are cohort.  During class we used youtube or a CD to play the song while the class read along.  Then we described how/why the song described us. It was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;.  I learned so much about my classmates.  We shed tears, we laughed and we were mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are my song and my "Who Am I" statement.   It's super looong....but all my posts are long so you should be used to it by now!  I've included the video I played in class as well.  I really hope you enjoy the video, the lyrics and what it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;India.Arie featuring Akon - "I Am Not My Hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_5jIt0f5Z4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_5jIt0f5Z4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Verdana"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoTableGrid { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; border: medium none;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 643pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 3.5in; border: 0.5pt solid black; padding: 0in 5.4pt; height: 643pt;" valign="top" width="252"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:7pt;color:black;"   &gt;[Akon]&lt;br /&gt;See I can kinda recall&lt;br /&gt;Little ways back small tryin' to bawl&lt;br /&gt;Always been black and my hair I tried it all&lt;br /&gt;I even went flat, had a gumdee curly top and all the crap, now&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to be appreciated&lt;br /&gt;Nappy headed brothers never had no ladies&lt;br /&gt;Then I hit by the barber shop real quick&lt;br /&gt;Had em give me little twist and it drove them crazy&lt;br /&gt;And then I couldn't get no job&lt;br /&gt;No corporate wouldn't hire no dreadlocks&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about my dogs on the block&lt;br /&gt;Kinda understand why they chose a stealin' rock&lt;br /&gt;Was it the hair that got me this far? (uh-huh)&lt;br /&gt;All these girls these cribs these cars (uh-huh)&lt;br /&gt;Hate to say it but it seem so flawed&lt;br /&gt;Cause success didn't come 'till i cut it all off (uh-huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[India Arie]&lt;br /&gt;Little girl with the press and curl&lt;br /&gt;Age eight I got a Jheri curl&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen then I got a relaxer&lt;br /&gt;I was a source of so much laughter&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen when it all broke off&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen and then I went all natural&lt;br /&gt;February two thousand and two I&lt;br /&gt;Went and did what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;Cause it was time to change my life&lt;br /&gt;To become the women that I am inside&lt;br /&gt;Ninety-seven dreadlocks all gone&lt;br /&gt;Looked in the mirror for the first time and saw that&lt;br /&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I am not my hair&lt;br /&gt;I am not this skin&lt;br /&gt;I am not your ex-pec-tations no no&lt;br /&gt;I am not my hair&lt;br /&gt;I am not this skin&lt;br /&gt;I am a soul that lives within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[India Arie]&lt;br /&gt;Good hair means curls and waves&lt;br /&gt;Bad hair means you look like a slave&lt;br /&gt;At the turn of the century&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to redefine who we be&lt;br /&gt;You can shave it off like a South African beauty&lt;br /&gt;Or get in on lock like Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;You can rock it straight like Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;If its not what's on your head&lt;br /&gt;It's what's underneath and say&lt;br /&gt;Hey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[India Arie]&lt;br /&gt;Does the way I wear my hair make me a better person?&lt;br /&gt;Does the way I wear my hair make me a better friend? nooo...&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa, whoa, whoa)&lt;br /&gt;Does the way I wear my hair determine my integrity?&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa, whoa, whoa)&lt;br /&gt;I am expressing my creativity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[India Arie]&lt;br /&gt;Breast cancer and chemotherapy&lt;br /&gt;Took away her crown and glory&lt;br /&gt;She promised God if she was to survive&lt;br /&gt;She would enjoy everyday of her life ooh...&lt;br /&gt;On national television&lt;br /&gt;Her diamond eyes are sparkling&lt;br /&gt;Bald headed like a full moon shining&lt;br /&gt;Singing out to the whole wide world like&lt;br /&gt;Hey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:7pt;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:7pt;color:black;"   &gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO AM I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Arial"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Californian FB"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p { margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoTableGrid { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; border: medium none; width: 366px; height: 788px;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 643pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 261.9pt; border: 0.5pt solid black; padding: 0in 5.4pt; height: 643pt;" valign="top" width="262"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I   love my hair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:black;"   &gt;I can wear it short, long, straight, wavy, in bantu-knots,   curly, as an afro, in a ponytail, in cornrows, in braids, in a braided   ponytail, in afro puffs, in a ponytail afro puff,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;under a wig, fingercoils, in extensions, in plaits, in   extension plaits, twist-outs, braid-outs, flat twist-outs, bantu-knot twist   out, bantu-knot braid-out, teeny weeny afro, chunky afro, chunky twist-out,   curly afro…and that’s not even the end of the list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;I   love all the creative styles in which I can wear it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love using my hair as an expression   of my feelings.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;I love washing my hair,   styling my hair and learning my hair’s (sometimes fickle) personality.&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;My hair is an   extension of me, &lt;b&gt;but it is not me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I   recently cut off my long tresses in an attempt to rid my hair, and my body,   of the chemical relaxers used to straighten my hair for most of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to wear my natural,   afro-textured hair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy the   flexibility of it, but mostly, &lt;b&gt;I love creative, funky hair. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;I love this   song, I Am Not My Hair, by India.Arie.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I’m very attuned to hair and the power it has over us, especially as I   watch my aunt battle breast cancer.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;In a way, the lyrics to this song represent my ‘coming of age’ story   about my hair. It describes perfectly the decades-long internal and external   battle I went through before deciding to eliminate relaxers from my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This song describes the judgments and   perceptions attached to natural black hair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It reveals the positive and negative reactions of others, the   personal experiences that accompany wearing various natural hairstyles, and   the overall importance prescribed to hair, particularly for women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;But   ultimately, with straight hair, curly-afro hair or no hair,&lt;b&gt; I am always   me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not my   hair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not   this skin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am always the soul that lives   within.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-3579779135441006251?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3579779135441006251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-not-my-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3579779135441006251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3579779135441006251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-not-my-hair.html' title='I AM NOT MY HAIR'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5003671960002628608</id><published>2010-09-09T21:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:14:34.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad was in the hospital!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I need a SPANKING!!!!  or as my Granny would say -- a WHIPPING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Dad had to go to the emergency room because his blood pressure was over 220! Yes, 220!!!   Earlier today, he was at my sister's house and complained of dizziness.  My sis is a nurse so she took his blood pressure.  When it popped in at over 220 they called the ambulance and  rushed him to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he had not taken his blood pressure medication in 3 days and his body was not reacting too kindly to that.  He said he hadn't had time to go to Walgreen's to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not good enough, dad.  You can do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first, I chewed him out for not calling one of us to help him get his medication.  Then I chewed him out because he didn't tell me he was in the hospital, I just so happened to call him and heard all the beeping noises!  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I didn't want to worry you guys..&lt;/span&gt;"  DAD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to slap myself on the wrist because Dad said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I get it now.  The nurse explained to me the consequences of high blood pressure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, back up.  WHAT?  I'm an OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY student!  My sister is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nurse&lt;/span&gt;.  My other sister is in school studying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nursing&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How the heck does this happen??!!! &lt;/span&gt; Shame on us for not educating Dad more on the dangers of high pressure.  Dad's bp is high because of his weight.  Period.  The docs always say he's in good health, he just need to drop some weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shameful that his own children have not taken the time to explain what blood pressure is and its terrible effects on the body.  I'm so ashamed of myself!  Really!  And I'm ashamed to be admitting this on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I wrote the post on health literacy last year???  This is a perfect example of why health literacy is so important.  One of us should have explained to Dad that he needs to take his medication EVERY DAY, no excuses, and, better yet, lose weight and lose the necessity to take medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the coin is that family often will not listen to you because you're "little such-and-such."  They still see you in diapers and goofy glasses saying 'ga ga goo goo" instead of as the knowledgeable health professional you truly are.  We've talked with our Dad about his health and he always says he's gonna be better but he never follows our instructions.  We have to stay on him and make sure he loses weight and takes his meds.  My dad is barely 60!!!! He's active, he's lucid, he's awesome.   I would be heartbroken if he passed on suddenly.  HEARTBROKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please learn a lesson from this.  Talk to your family about their health and make sure they understand why it's important to follow the doctor's directions and/or take preventative measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the emergency room is NOT fun.  And I'd hate to one day get the OTHER phone call...particularly for something that is avoidable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5003671960002628608?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5003671960002628608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-dad-was-in-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5003671960002628608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5003671960002628608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-dad-was-in-hospital.html' title='My Dad was in the hospital!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-8724420109597519649</id><published>2010-09-09T21:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:36:14.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's wallet was stolen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TImdM17sDXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/MN5u57fNxXo/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-messy+wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TImdM17sDXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/MN5u57fNxXo/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-messy+wallet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515112062653304178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dad is one of those men that has a big, bulky wallet with receipts and papers hanging out of it.  This is a conversation we had earlier today as I was reaching for his wallet to get his medical card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, dad you got a new wallet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, someone stole my other one.  They stole it from my car right in front of the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did you leave it in your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always leave it in my car because I take it out my pocket so that I'm not sitting lopsided.  And you wanna know what the crazy part is??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dramatic pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They stole it from my car again a week later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But, isn't it crazier that you left your wallet in your car a second time after someone stole it the FIRST time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad cracks me up sometimes.  He's so trusting.    But don't worry, he never leaves any cash in his wallet and the cards never work anyway.  He's silly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-8724420109597519649?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8724420109597519649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/dads-wallet-was-stolen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8724420109597519649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8724420109597519649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/dads-wallet-was-stolen.html' title='Dad&apos;s wallet was stolen'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TImdM17sDXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/MN5u57fNxXo/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-messy+wallet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-8291208492981258537</id><published>2010-09-07T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:28:02.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON A PRESTIGIOUS SCHOLARSHIP!</title><content type='html'>I won a very prestigious award last week!  It's called the E.K. Wise Scholarship and it's supported by AOTA.  I applied for it a few months ago and I actually got it!!!!  I am soooo excited.  Only three occupational therapy students nationwide were selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director of my department sent me a congratulatory note and cc'd all of the occupational therapy faculty.  I'll be interviewed by the College of Health and Human Services here at my school and have my photo and the interview published in the newsletter.  As my director pointed out, this is a very prestigious (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like I keep saying 'prestigious'&lt;/span&gt;) award for both myself AND the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wow, I just put the school on the map.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty darn good about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-8291208492981258537?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8291208492981258537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-won-prestigious-scholarship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8291208492981258537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8291208492981258537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-won-prestigious-scholarship.html' title='I WON A PRESTIGIOUS SCHOLARSHIP!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2800500063103373356</id><published>2010-09-07T19:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:37:10.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GARY KIELHOFNER DIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TIbW8Nar4VI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G-o0aKB_ObQ/s1600/gary+kielhofner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TIbW8Nar4VI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G-o0aKB_ObQ/s320/gary+kielhofner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514331123643834706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is a random picture I pulled from Google because I didn't want to take a picture from UIC or AOTA.  So, AOTA or UIC if you're reading this, I did not infringe upon your sites.  Please don't punish me :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Gary Kielhofner died last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention this, I apologize.  Dr. Kielhofner is an integral part of occupational therapy because he created a well-known, widely used model--The Model of Human Occupation, otherwise known as MOHO.  This model actually was the result of Dr. Kielhofner's thesis.  How amazing is that?!  In a nutshell, the model explains how patterns in occupation are formed, hwo the environment influences occupation and how people are motivated to perform occupations.   Anyone can use this model (not just those with disabilities) and it can be used throughout the lifespan.  (&lt;a href="http://www.moho.uic.edu/intro.html"&gt;for a direct link to Kielhofner's MOHO site, click here.)   &lt;/a&gt;I personally find the model very interesting and have an upcoming project to study it further for my human development course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, one of our textbooks was authored by Kielhofner.  We had an occupational therapist and student of his who worked closely with him come to our class to give a lecture on MOHO.  He was also the head of the Dept of Occupational Therapy at the University of Illinois-Chicago campus, which is about a 10 minute drive from my house!  One of my instructors informed us of his illness last week; she bought a card and we all signed it.  Unfortunately, we signed it on a Tuesday and I believe he died the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very unfortunate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2800500063103373356?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2800500063103373356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-random-picture-i-pulled-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2800500063103373356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2800500063103373356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-random-picture-i-pulled-from.html' title='GARY KIELHOFNER DIED!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TIbW8Nar4VI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G-o0aKB_ObQ/s72-c/gary+kielhofner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5548616821031344477</id><published>2010-09-06T19:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:11:49.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep quiet, listen, and just let them talk.</title><content type='html'>I'm always looking for ways to improve certain behaviors.  One thing I'm really working on these days is truly listening to what people say...and what they don't say.  I want to notice their body language, facial expressions, and intonations and interpret what they are truly saying.  Instead of reacting to something I find disagreeable I want to listen and ask questions as to why a person believes what they believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the story--I am 31 years old.  As my mechanic was fixing my car he commented on how surprised he was to find out I am 31 as he thought I was in my 20s.  He then went on to comment that I should be working on having kids now because if I don't I'll be a 40 year old mother (I'll be a 40-year old mother whether I have kids now or not because you're ALWAYS a mother, but that's another conversation).  Time is running out, he argued, and I'd better hop to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to argue with a him a bit about how waiting has afforded me opportunities and experiences that younger mothers can't experience.  And then it hit me--'why am I arguing with him?'  Everyone always wants to give you unsolicited advice on how to live YOUR life.  So, I decided to just listen to what he was saying and let him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; he was teaching me something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I listened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't ask why am unmarried or if I am going to marry soon.  He didn't ask if I am dating or what my plans are for a family.  He didn't ask if I was even interested in having a family, he assumed that's something I would want.  He didn't ask about my experiences or where I've been or what I've seen in the world.  He didn't try to find out about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME, &lt;/span&gt;which I found alarming; he only made assumptions about who he thinks I am.  Clearly something was going on in his life where he felt the need to give me advice based on his LIMITED perspective.  His current situation is not favorable.  I won't tell you everything that is going on with him but I will say that he is 38 years old and lives with his mother.  He's always giving me advice on something of which I am more of the expert.  And yesterday I just decided to let him talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm an occupational therapist I don't want to talk AT people like this gentlemen did without getting all the information first.  He knows nothing about me.  He put me into his little box and I could only be what his box dictates.  I never want to treat my clients like this.  Ever.  It doesn't individualize people or take their perspective and life experiences into account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I think I'm going to work on listening more.  It's interesting what people tell you when you just shut your mouth and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; listen to what they are saying.  I'd better get used to it because there will be a lot of clients that feel the need to 'teach' me or think they know more than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to keep quiet, listen, and just let them talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5548616821031344477?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5548616821031344477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/keep-quiet-listen-and-just-let-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5548616821031344477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5548616821031344477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/keep-quiet-listen-and-just-let-them.html' title='Keep quiet, listen, and just let them talk.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-581457342460088717</id><published>2010-09-02T00:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:12:24.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School started on Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8yMvF7wdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0FnHMsLmtVw/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-first+day+of+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8yMvF7wdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0FnHMsLmtVw/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-first+day+of+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512179663305949650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, school started on Monday!  We're FINALLY getting to the meat and potatoes of the curriculum.  I'm learning more hands-on occupational therapy!  It's amazing.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we meet with children and 'document' them.  This is exciting because this term fieldwork is in....drum roll please...PEDS (peds is short for pediatrics).  Yeah!  So, I'll be learning a lot about human development and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I REALLY appreciate about my university is that we have FIVE fieldwork experiences.  We have three Level I experiences--mental health, behavioral health and physical dysfunction--and two Level II's.  Only ONE Level I is required by AOTA and, because it's currently midnight, I can't remember how many Level II's are required. lol.  I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  we receive a very rich fieldwork experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful and fabulous, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-581457342460088717?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/581457342460088717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-started-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/581457342460088717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/581457342460088717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-started-on-monday.html' title='School started on Monday!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8yMvF7wdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0FnHMsLmtVw/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-first+day+of+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7257370004028919465</id><published>2010-09-01T23:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:53:24.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Icebreaker game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8tKLEzaZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hz_jtg747gQ/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8tKLEzaZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hz_jtg747gQ/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512174121719654802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8tBIs2_8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/NV2SZ2vNuCE/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8tBIs2_8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/NV2SZ2vNuCE/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512173966463532994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8s7_a7r9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/zfBRNWu2kwQ/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8s7_a7r9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/zfBRNWu2kwQ/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512173878073077714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8s2eL916I/AAAAAAAAAZI/d6PjV4SZUzs/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8s2eL916I/AAAAAAAAAZI/d6PjV4SZUzs/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512173783252588450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8syNdCmvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5BXWO0JmPA8/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8syNdCmvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5BXWO0JmPA8/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512173710041324274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8srYk4bQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lzzT8LRpJ5w/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8srYk4bQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lzzT8LRpJ5w/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512173592767917314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of a game we played with the girls at the Girl's Home while on fieldwork.  This is a game we made up to keep the girls occupied and give them something to laugh about, despite their circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this game, everyone sits around a table with a blank piece of paper and a marker or crayon.  The leader yells 'Go!' and everyone starts drawing a picture.  It can be any picture of their choosing--a house, a flower, a cross, food, a face, etc.   After 10 seconds, the leader yells 'Switch' and everyone gives their paper to the person to their right (or left) who then adds to the drawing.  After another 10 seconds you switch again and the third person adds to the drawing.  This continues until the owner receives their drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun game because when you receive your drawing it's interesting to see what the others in the group have added to it.  Sometimes the pictures are drawn very well, sometimes they are silly and other times they are nonsensical.  But it's great to talk and laugh about what others have added to the drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we played this game with teens, I think this would be a great game to play with kids.The excitement  doesn't last very long (one of the girls said 'ok, this is getting boring' after about 3 rounds), but it's a lot of fun while you're playing and it's a great icebreaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7257370004028919465?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7257370004028919465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/icebreaker-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7257370004028919465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7257370004028919465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/icebreaker-game.html' title='Icebreaker game'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TH8tKLEzaZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hz_jtg747gQ/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-random+pics6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2394022681252171417</id><published>2010-09-01T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:39:39.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grieving</title><content type='html'>When my grandmother died last October my grandfather went through a serious depression.  Emphasis on the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUS&lt;/span&gt;.  My mother feared that he would not make it.  His mental state was so weak that she had to commit him for fear he would commit suicide.  He lamented that he was unable to go on without my grandmother.  Some days I would call him and say, "Hey Grandad, how ya doing?" and he would answer in a voice that would break my heart, "I'm not doing so well today." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard someone speak to you in a tone that was totally unlike them, and as a result completely unfamiliar (and a little scary) to you?   For months, this is how my grandfather sounded.  He couldn't bear to be alone (remember he and my grandmother were married for over 50 years).  It took a lot for me to talk to him and keep engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share this with you because as occupational therapists we have the opportunity to work with the families of our patients.  Depending on the situation, the family may know that the patient will die soon.  Or, perhaps the patient has suffered a recent injury and the injury resulted in a loss.  The loss can be that the person is no longer able to participate in meaningful activities.  The person, and perhaps their family, may experience the grieving process.  They will grieve, and as the health care professional, you have to counsel them while providing health services.  Sometimes this means listening, sometimes allowing them to cry, sometimes allowing them to feel angry or hurt.  This encompasses many things.  This is the human service side of occupational therapy and it's very important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever suffered a loss think about all the wonderful things people said to you to help you feel better or get through that difficult time.  Also, think of all the terrible things people said to you.  If you know someone who suffered a loss think of all the wonderful and terrible things you may have said to them.  It's important to channel those memories when dealing with clients during these times.  I believe it makes us better health care professionals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2394022681252171417?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2394022681252171417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/grieving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2394022681252171417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2394022681252171417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/grieving.html' title='Grieving'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2203588768428831755</id><published>2010-08-24T13:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:56:47.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial-Ethnic Diversity in Occupational Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/THQRKdycflI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2blywfMqO28/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-ethnic+dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/THQRKdycflI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2blywfMqO28/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-ethnic+dolls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509047115673534034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an interesting article today about attrition and racial and ethnic diversity.  This article is in the Journal of Allied Health (which is a great resource, btw), vol 39, issue #2, pages 104-109 entitled Racial-Ethnic Diversity in Allied Health, the Continuing Challenge, author Fred Donini-Lenhoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article discussed how "the racial-ethnic diversity of health professionals has not kept pace  with demographic changes in the general population of the United States,  with significant consequences for the health of minority populations  and access to health care services."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Student attrition in allied health educational programs is not a new  problem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...attrition among students from underrepresented minorities  remains high (most noticeably at for-profit institutions)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" In addition,  attrition is an issue throughout the community college environment,  where many allied health programs are located, 'because many students  are ill-prepared academically when they enter college and juggle classes  with work and family obligations. Little is offered in the way of  tutoring, counseling or financial aid.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  I can attest to the truth of this statement, at least here in Chicago.  I completed my pre-requisites at  a few community colleges and the support and guidance are NON-EXISTENT.    Were it not for my driven personality, the support of my family, my business background and the fact that I have an undergraduate degree I probably would have given up.   I see how easy it may be for someone to give up on pursuing a career in allied health, or any profession for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...variables associated with a lowered persistence rate (attrition) in  completing an allied health education degree in the United States  included &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being under the age of 22, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having a mother with a college  degree, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having low college entrance exam scores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having a low GPA or no  reported GPA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;working full-time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and attending a for-profit institution."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  Again, I saw people who fit this demographic at the community colleges I went to and I can attest to the truth of this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To help individual students, mentoring, counseling, and  academic/financial assistance - both pre- and post-admission - are  needed to reduce attrition at all institutions, public and private,  nonprofit and for-profit alike."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article brings up some interesting points that I would one day like to pursue further.  I thought it was interesting and found it important to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2203588768428831755?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2203588768428831755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/racial-diversity-in-occupatioanal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2203588768428831755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2203588768428831755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/racial-diversity-in-occupatioanal.html' title='Racial-Ethnic Diversity in Occupational Therapy'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/THQRKdycflI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2blywfMqO28/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-ethnic+dolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2181147545674953343</id><published>2010-08-15T10:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:03:00.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteer. It's important.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGgH5lM0RBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NQQfp8ZXTPY/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-Volunteer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGgH5lM0RBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NQQfp8ZXTPY/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-Volunteer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505659230280238098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGgHwtZC4vI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Rvr3WTavRnk/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-Volunteer.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing that's interesting about that last post is that when I told some friends that I met a girl who can't read they were just as incredulous as I was.  One guy actually said, 'C'mon now, she has to know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.'  I thought it was interesting that none of us could believe that someone actually can't read.  It's like hearing of the Loch Ness monster or Big Foot or something where you're always asking 'does it really exist?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad that right HERE in America this can happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninety-five percent of my nuclear and extended family members have a college education and many have Master's degrees and PhD's.  All of my friends have a college education.  This situation made me think how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fortunate&lt;/span&gt; I am!  I'm essentially shielded from illiteracy.   Most people I know and associate with have some college education.  I know very few people with only a high school diploma, let alone bare minimum reading skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to give back to people like this.  It's hard to find time to do things like this.  It's so easy to make excuses. I'm so busy with school and all my other extracurricular activities that  sometimes it's overwhelming.  I would really like to find a way to incorporate volunteering to this group a priority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2181147545674953343?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2181147545674953343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/shame-on-me-for-not-giving-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2181147545674953343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2181147545674953343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/shame-on-me-for-not-giving-back.html' title='Volunteer. It&apos;s important.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGgH5lM0RBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NQQfp8ZXTPY/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-Volunteer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-351226420931233679</id><published>2010-08-15T10:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:59:07.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I met a 17-y.o. girl who can't read.  No, seriously, it's true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGgFPTuF88I/AAAAAAAAAYA/iNl4Fn0evzg/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-illiteracy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGgFPTuF88I/AAAAAAAAAYA/iNl4Fn0evzg/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-illiteracy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505656305010209730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing some facts to this story due to the privacy of the matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl, who is 19, that reads on a  kindergarten level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of my volunteer activities I was sitting around chatting with some girls when one girl asked me to write some loving words on a birthday card to her boyfriend.   A younger girl   immediately  volunteered and wrote an amazing passage on scrap paper and passed it to  the first girl, who did not look at it.  Instead, the first girl immediately passed it to me and  asked me to write those words on her card.  I was confused as to why she couldn't write it and why she didn't even look at it so I asked her a few times ,'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, did  you read it?&lt;/span&gt;' She lied and said '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;' even though she so obviously passed the paper to me and did not even look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I  pressed her by asking why can't she  do it she said something like she  likes the way I write or something of that nature (although she had  never seen me write).   Eventually, it hit me--this girl might not be able to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing the passage on her card I  wanted to confirm my suspicion so I told her she needed to sign her own name.  She wanted to write '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love  Always, Girl X&lt;/span&gt;.' I  had to spell out the letters of each word for her (amazing) because she did not know the spelling (thankfully she can write her own name).   When I got to the 'Y' in 'always' she said, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does that letter go like this&lt;/span&gt;?' and she  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proceeded to mime the writing of 'Y' in the air.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was floored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I  played it off I was really surprised... and scared for her.    She is young, very friendly and very  pretty.   In the hands of the wrong person this type of situation can end  up badly for her.  Illiteracy prevents you from being independent, such as finding your way  home by reading street signs if you get lost, ordering from a menu at a restaurant or, even more importantly, finding a job.  This is also how young girls become prostitutes.  When you can't read, you're dependent on other people to do things for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God she lives life safely and learns to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-351226420931233679?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/351226420931233679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-met-17-yo-girl-who-cant-read-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/351226420931233679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/351226420931233679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-met-17-yo-girl-who-cant-read-no.html' title='I met a 17-y.o. girl who can&apos;t read.  No, seriously, it&apos;s true.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGgFPTuF88I/AAAAAAAAAYA/iNl4Fn0evzg/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-illiteracy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2934796418068491668</id><published>2010-08-10T23:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:22:34.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQs--OT School w/out prereqs??</title><content type='html'>So, here's another question I received waaaaaay back in May!  I'm so awful.  I feel so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimberly, I am sorry but do you mind sharing how you managed to get into OT school without prereqs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I  wish I could say I had it like that but I don't!  I actually had to  take prereqs!  An entire year I did this.  I  worked 8 hours a day and  went to school at night for another 3-4 hours.  I spent an entire   summer going to school just for biology pre-reqs FOR the prereqs (crazy,  right!)--mon-thurs from 6-10pm!  And this was AFTER I had worked 8  hours earlier that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was  really tough.  Sometimes i  even worked 2-3 jobs to pay for school and my bills.  For about 2 months  I  delivered pizza on the weekends!  Yes, I'm not ashamed to admit  this.  That was REALLY hard because I had no life--it was work, school  and more work and then studying.  When it was slow I would sit outside  the restaurant and study in my car!   It was summer during this time so I  didn't freeze while doing this.  The other drivers treated me well and  respected me.  It was a very humbling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also worked  at a Latin dance studio for a while.  That was fun and interesting and  stressful.  I had to give up my weekends for that gig too.  *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even sold my beautiful car to cut down on expenses and free up extra cash.  Amazingly, I don't miss it.  I use the money to pay for interesting experiences that, in turn, make ME a more interesting person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIyArAmIwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/kN3prs8nsHk/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-lexus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIyArAmIwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/kN3prs8nsHk/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-lexus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504016681726780162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, every morning I managed to get up at 5.15am and go to the gym.   It was easier then than it is now;  I think that's what helped me keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a finance degree as well [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the author of the question has a degree in Finance&lt;/span&gt;] and one day I just sat  down and wrote out a plan on how I could finish all my prereqs in one  year.  I had no science class history.  None!  I went to the school and talked to the OT admissions staff and clarified what I needed, which classes I already had that counted as pre-reqs and which didn't, and which classes were necessary to take.  I made sure I could go to the city colleges for pre-reqs.  Sometimes I had to take pre-reqs for pre-reqs so I added that in the plan as well.  By talking with the staff I discovered that some classes counted for some required pre-reqs--information I would not have known had I not gone to the school and inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed out on a lot of time with family and friends but I WANTED to be an OT bad!  So, I complained sometimes and I was ALWAYS tired but I made it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; do it, too.  Just sit down and PLAN it and talk  to the counselors and OT staff at the school you want to go to to see  if some of your past Gen Ed class at previous institutions count for  prereqs.  It won't be easy all the time.  But as my aunt told me once, "But in the end it will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; worth it."  This keeps me focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2934796418068491668?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2934796418068491668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/faqs-ot-school-wout-prereqs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2934796418068491668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2934796418068491668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/faqs-ot-school-wout-prereqs.html' title='FAQs--OT School w/out prereqs??'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIyArAmIwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/kN3prs8nsHk/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-lexus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-9025814237638247123</id><published>2010-08-10T23:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:43:26.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bully words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIqADhFzuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UxF-Us7H5RE/s1600/master+of+occupational+therapy+student+blog-bully.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIqADhFzuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UxF-Us7H5RE/s320/master+of+occupational+therapy+student+blog-bully.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504007875032633058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, these children often have trouble with their behavior and emotions and they often lash out with intense, negative words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have postings on the wall about 'Bully Words.' I found it interesting because one of the words was 304.  I had no idea what that was.  I asked the clinician on site and she said 'spell it backwards and change the numbers to letters' (for those who don't get it--it's a derogatory name for a 'loose' woman; also spelled the same as a common garden tool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I got it!  Wow!  How...expressive.  But kids are saying this?  They range from 4-12 years.  They're too young to even really know what that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had the word 'Critch.'  That's new to me.  I wonder if its the same as a curse word that starts with a different letter.  Also, 'bop.'   Does anyone know what these mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that struck me were the words 'skinny' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; 'fatty.'  How interesting that we use both ends of the spectrum to put someone down!  I guess humans find anything to make people feel badly about themselves, huh?  It's sad when kids do it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the last thing I found interesting was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; of words on the list!  These are words that the kids thought of!  On their own!  I counted 56! Fifty-six words on just ONE of the posters; there were two posters. Fifty-six bully words from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a kid is tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-9025814237638247123?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9025814237638247123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/bully-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/9025814237638247123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/9025814237638247123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/bully-words.html' title='Bully words'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIqADhFzuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UxF-Us7H5RE/s72-c/master+of+occupational+therapy+student+blog-bully.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5684347787254262334</id><published>2010-08-10T23:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:28:18.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you angry because you're poor??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIlyQ0_wgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VNoJHBaqV0I/s1600/master+of+occupational+therapy+student+blog-anger+target+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIlyQ0_wgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VNoJHBaqV0I/s320/master+of+occupational+therapy+student+blog-anger+target+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504003240041103874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIlM__0KgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/iuHDehAyB_I/s1600/master+of+occupational+therapy+student+blog-emotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIlM__0KgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/iuHDehAyB_I/s320/master+of+occupational+therapy+student+blog-emotions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504002599867918850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIkxxh5jkI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Lhi1jtqcCdA/s1600/master+of+occupational+therapy+student+blog-anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIkxxh5jkI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Lhi1jtqcCdA/s320/master+of+occupational+therapy+student+blog-anger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504002132127878722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Of course I can't tell you where I am or show the kids faces or images of the facility but here are three of the wall postings to remind the kids of emotions and anger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week the kids work on a theme.  One particular week the theme was 'anger'  and all of the activities stemmed around things that you make you angry, managing anger, etc.  Now remember,  these kids are labeled as having behavior and emotion problems so activities like these are designed to help them manage those emotions.  One of the projects asked the kids what makes them angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when this question was posed one of the college assistants (working for the summer), let's call him Dan, carried a conversation with one of the kids who's about 8 or so, let's call her Mary, that went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, Mary, you should be working on this activity on what makes you angry.  You need to write down what makes you angry, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dan:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, what makes you angry?  That you're not rich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, what?  I didn't know whether to laugh or correct him.  This happened on my second day when I was only observing so I certainly did not correct him.  But I chuckled a little out of shock.  These are FOSTER kids.  They don't live with their biological parents.  They have problems that you would not believe and the LAST thing they need is someone reminding them of what they don't have.  Plus, she's an 8 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is large and there are a lot of kids so the clinician did not hear this exchange.  But I just had to shake my head and smile at myself at how experience (and age) influence how you talk to and relate to people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5684347787254262334?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5684347787254262334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-angry-because-youre-poor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5684347787254262334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5684347787254262334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-angry-because-youre-poor.html' title='Are you angry because you&apos;re poor??'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TGIlyQ0_wgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VNoJHBaqV0I/s72-c/master+of+occupational+therapy+student+blog-anger+target+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-35758843352899706</id><published>2010-08-10T22:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T01:20:14.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQs--Costa Rica</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me a question about my trip to Costa Rica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith writes:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you go through a program or did you set this up yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set this up myself.  I saved for a LOOOOOONG time in preparation for a similar trip that I ended up changing my mind on.  My dad also gave me some money to help me out.  I researched various programs (thank God for Google) for about a month and finally decided on one about 3-4 weeks before I left.  I highly recommend this experience to anyone who can afford it.  Depending on the country it can be pretty cheap--from as little as $100 a week for economically challenged countries to as much as $500 for those more comparable to America.  I recommend you do your research and ask lots of questions!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-35758843352899706?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/35758843352899706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/faqs-costa-rica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/35758843352899706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/35758843352899706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/faqs-costa-rica.html' title='FAQs--Costa Rica'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5416986926142401429</id><published>2010-08-10T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:53:16.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SO SORRY!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, I OWE A TON OF PEOPLE A HUGE APOLOGY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I signed up for this blog through Google I never did any 'training' to learn how to operate it.  I just jumped right in.  I also never knew how to check my Gmail account through this blogger.  It's silly.  I know.  I should know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people have been sending me a TON of messages that I am just now getting.  So, for that I say I'M SORRY.  Please, PLEASE forgive me.  I've already responded to like 7 or 8 of them this evening and i'm going to keep going through them until I respond to every single one.  Some of the answers to your questions will be blog posts as I'm sure many others have the same questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I mentioned that this year I am working for the school to pay for my tuition and from April 30-mid June I was not myself.  I was some OTHER person because I was taking 17 hours of INTENSE pass/fail courses and I was working 20-25 hours a week.  It was really tough but I made it through.  Thank God.  I didn't blog much during that time because like I said, I was some OTHER person.  Some monster woman, like Cruella De Vil or soemthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm working on all the responses to your questions.  Please be patient.  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5416986926142401429?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5416986926142401429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-so-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5416986926142401429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5416986926142401429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-so-sorry.html' title='I&apos;M SO SORRY!!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1374458052092371401</id><published>2010-08-05T00:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:38:18.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How old you is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's another post from my journal on communication with one of the 'clients' at the site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example of a conversation I had with one of the younger members of SWM today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hi, (child's name), how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;J: I'm four. How old you is?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Four is awesome! You can say "How old ARE YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;J: I'm four!  How old you is?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (trying not to laugh) Well, I'm a lot older than you.  So, let's say together "How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;J:  I just said that. I'm four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually,  I got her to understand that her English was incorrect and the correct  structure is "how old are you?"  however, she said she did not want to  correct her English.  If this were my child/niece/nephew, etc. this  would be an issue but I understood she was purposely being difficult so I  left it alone and praised her for being an incredible four years old.  I  did not want to beat a dead horse over her grammar when she has bigger  problems but the situation irritated me slightly because when she  realized I was correcting her English she immediately stiffened and  withdrew.  This alarmed me because when I correct the English of my  niece and nephew they embrace it.  This child's reaction  was...different.  It made me curious as to how she is treated in the  home when she does something incorrectly.   I realized that I just  needed a different approach and maybe, in some instances, no approach at  all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observed that the children communicate very aggressively  with each other.  While playing games, I was constantly parenting on  how to 'play fair,' or 'play nice' or 'do unto others as you would have  them do unto you' and 'judge not lest ye be judged.'  I'm being slightly  fecetious  but the children use strong, negative language that is  incongruent with their age.  They see nothing wrong with talking to each  other in this manner. "you're stupid," "I can do it better," "You can't  do it," "You don't know anything" and so forth flowed freely and  regularly between the children.  I was very surprised.  Interestingly, I  don't see (yet) why they are behavior disordered children.  For the  most part they played better than I expected for children with this  label.  They were not so aggressive that I would label them as 'behavior  disordered' but aggressive enough for me to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(What would an OT do at this facility?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the younger foster children--I think an OT would focus on  developing relationships between the kids and their parents.  According  to [names removed] the foster parents don't do much with the  children.  They drop them off at camp and then they leave, only to  return a few hours later to pick up the kids.  They feed and clothe the  children but they don't spend time with them or teach them life  skills--they don't 'parent' effectively.  I definitely see an  opportunity for an OT here in that regard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1374458052092371401?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1374458052092371401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-old-you-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1374458052092371401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1374458052092371401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-old-you-is.html' title='How old you is?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-115634704861846623</id><published>2010-08-04T23:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:29:16.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An example of living a life of mistrust</title><content type='html'>When we first arrived at the site, one of the clinicians described how the girls are almost always angry and mean.  She warned us about some the things that we might see and hear.  She told us (I am at this site with another student, who is AWESOME!) that they would interact defensively with us and would not be welcoming.  She also said that if we react impulsively and are offended easily we won't make it.  You have to be strong and have a lot of confidence in yourself because the girls will 'try' us and attempt to push every hot button.  Here is my journal entry from that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close with this (paraphrased) quote from a supervisor to  illustrate the life and thought process of girls who are always  defensive:  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These girls have lived a hard life in the 'system'.  They  have been hurt so many times by those closest to them that they don't  know how to trust.  They immediately lash out with anger and strong  words.  You two are young, pretty girls so be prepared for the language  and the attitude.  You're already on their bad side.  You need to have a  lot of confidence in yourself to work here because [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pointing at my peer&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]  you'll be a white b*tch and [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pointing at me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you'll be a black h*e.  You  need to be prepared to hear that without responding negatively.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-115634704861846623?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115634704861846623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/example-of-living-life-of-mistrust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/115634704861846623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/115634704861846623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/example-of-living-life-of-mistrust.html' title='An example of living a life of mistrust'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-3028282667118093684</id><published>2010-08-04T23:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:37:51.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on first Level I Fieldwork</title><content type='html'>So, I've started fieldwork and it is very interesting to say the least.  There are good time and there are bad times but it's all interesting.  I'm doing a mental/behavioral health fieldwork right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned before the girls are homeless and were in foster care or just recently came from an unfit household.  New girls come and go weekly and sometimes they run away.  They all have some pretty serious problems, unfortunately, and it's pretty obvious when we talk to them.  Sometimes I see them blow up at the staff for no reason; sometimes they have a HUGE issue with saying please and thank you; and sometimes they just have an attitude for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also working with children with some of the same issues. All of the kids are in foster care and that is another post all it's own.  In a nutshell I feel sorry for both the kids and the older girls.  They have no one but themselves--no parents that love them and many times the foster parents take them in for the money.  It's very....disheartening.  Last week I started to tear up when hearing some of the stories from the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting and heart tugging thing I've heard over the last week is that some the girls come to the home with just the clothes on their back.  As a result, they often only have 1 or 2 pair of underwear.  1 or 2 pair!  I have enough underwear to last me over a month, just so I can avoid washing!  How blessed I am!  Can you imagine having only 1 or 2 pair of underwear????!!!!  Every day you would have to wash your underwear and hope it's dry by morning, assuming you choose to wear underwear given your circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are very guarded, as would be expected in these types of situations.  When you say hi you're lucky if they speak, and very rarely do they speak with a smile.  Some of them are nice and I'm always curious why, given their situation.  Generally, they are dry, uninterested, resistant and combative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-3028282667118093684?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3028282667118093684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/update-on-home-for-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3028282667118093684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3028282667118093684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/update-on-home-for-girls.html' title='Update on first Level I Fieldwork'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7902779958720671998</id><published>2010-07-22T11:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:46:09.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gallstones from REAL people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEh08tGPKgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8SPvg8QAb6g/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+3"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEh08tGPKgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8SPvg8QAb6g/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496771931452418562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gallbladder and gallstones picture I found on Google.  Our cadaver's gallstones were similar to this in color, shpae and size, only brighter and more 'jewel-like.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEh0tZZo0QI/AAAAAAAAAXI/T-zGm1trVEY/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEh0tZZo0QI/AAAAAAAAAXI/T-zGm1trVEY/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496771668467044610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My instructor's gallstones from her collection.  Notice how these look like grimy rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEh0iV4Qg3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/9-rymShXKG0/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEh0iV4Qg3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/9-rymShXKG0/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496771478543172466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and notice how these look like pretty stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And notice how I differentiated 'rock' from 'stone.'  Hmm, are they the same or are they different??)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across this picture in my iPhoto and I realized i forgot to share it with you last semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are REAL gallstones that came from REAL people.  We saw some in anatomy lab, and of course I could not take a photo as that action would get me in a ton of trouble, but one of my instructors COLLECTS gallstones (don't ask why, she just like them).  She said I could take a photo and post it on my blog.  It's interesting to me how gallstones look different depending on the person from which they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share this because gallstones are very painful (a few people in my family have had them removed).  But it's amazing because when you look at them they are often very pretty!  Like stones you may find on some rocky beach somewhere.  The stones found in one of our cadavers were a very pretty bright green, I'm talking VERY PRETTY.  And they were sparkly and hit the light just right.  It was weird.  Like opening up a pouch and finding some hidden gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of the movie 'The Goonies."  If you're younger than 30 then that name probably sounds like something I just made up.  But if you remember that movie then you'll remember the very end when all the kids were reunited with their parents outside on the beach and the father was about to sign the paperwork to foreclose his house or something and at that moment the spanish speaking housekeeper opens this green pouch and out fell all this beautiful jewels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S what seeing those gallstones was like.  We cut her gallbladder and BAM!  Out fell all these beautiful 'jewels.' Odd analogy but I'll bet you have a great visual right about now and you get what I'm saying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7902779958720671998?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7902779958720671998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/gallstones-from-real-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7902779958720671998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7902779958720671998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/gallstones-from-real-people.html' title='Gallstones from REAL people'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEh08tGPKgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8SPvg8QAb6g/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-9092115712840196112</id><published>2010-07-22T11:11:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:32:16.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm making a bomb!  I can't take the pressure!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhwQr7ImJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bNRrAcq-ZKk/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhwQr7ImJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bNRrAcq-ZKk/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766777176660114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My tools:  the clicker with old batteries, the screwdriver, the insanely tiny screw that you can hardly see because it's insanely tiny, the new battery packaging, a new battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhwIYqoEBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jPVNvG89V5o/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhwIYqoEBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jPVNvG89V5o/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766634568192018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Insanely tiny screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhwB6k5TdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D-MWBwV4nt8/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhwB6k5TdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D-MWBwV4nt8/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766523411877330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unscrewing the insanely tiny screw using shoulder and elbow flexion (I held it to my face to protect my neck) and forearm pronation and supination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhv8Qrk_CI/AAAAAAAAAWg/k86eBjk3AkU/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhv8Qrk_CI/AAAAAAAAAWg/k86eBjk3AkU/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766426266270754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, whistling while I'm working. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhvzjkFTFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ncW0EOzI8S4/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhvzjkFTFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ncW0EOzI8S4/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766276716285010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Batteries, clickers, and garbage, aka--A MESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhvuN7JZpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xiGNvSuxnrY/s1600/occuptional+therapy+student+blog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhvuN7JZpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xiGNvSuxnrY/s320/occuptional+therapy+student+blog+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766185008096914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Battery between my fingers and on the right, if you look closely, is another insanely tiny screw! The little boogers are sneaky.  Another grad assist student dropped one and we were both on the floor looking for it.  Those things are harder to find than dropped contact lenses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the graduate assistant for the OT program here at my school and someone asked me to replace all the batteries in our 'clickers.'  As I was doing this I noticed that I am turning into a true OT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This requires using a screwdriver, you know, the kind you use to unscrew those insanely tiny screws for your glasses.  Well, as I was unscrewing, removing the backing, removing the old batteries, replacing them with new batteries, replacing the backing and screwing the insanely tiny screw back in I noticed that I kept thinking about what motion I was performing and which muscles I was using!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also thinking if this would be a good 'task' to give a client, with some variations of course.  I'm not so sure about this because the screw is so insanely tiny that if you can pick it up, place it in the screw hole and use the screwdriver then you probably don't need occupational therapy services; you're probably functioning very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I noticed that I used a lot of humeral and wrist flexion, along with forearm pronation and supination and a ton of complicated, combination, prehension (aka-pinching) movements. It only confirms what I said earlier about your hands and fingers being soooooo important!  Don't take them for granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, I also felt like I was building a bomb! Ha ha.  There I was, hunched over, with old batteries, a screw driver, clickers, insanely tiny screws, and garbage from the new battery packages.  It looked a little crazy.  I told myself if someone walked in and asked me what I was doing I would scream, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm making a bomb!  I JUST CAN'T TAKE THE PRESSURE!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-9092115712840196112?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9092115712840196112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-making-bomb-i-cant-take-pressure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/9092115712840196112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/9092115712840196112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-making-bomb-i-cant-take-pressure.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m making a bomb!  I can&apos;t take the pressure!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TEhwQr7ImJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bNRrAcq-ZKk/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-6767147720363967402</id><published>2010-07-22T11:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:10:57.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog in the top 5-6!</title><content type='html'>I performed a search for blogs on OT using phrases like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master of Occupational Therapy Student blog&lt;br /&gt;OT student blog&lt;br /&gt;Occupational Therapy student blog&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog came up in the top 5-6 every time!!! I'm so HAPPY about this!  It inspires me to keep blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also reminds me of the time Karen (remember, my OT blogger idol) was trying to get her blog to be in the top 3 or something like that.  She had read somewhere that repeatedly using your key word(s)-- in this case &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;occupational, therapy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;student&lt;/span&gt;--would get your blog more hits and increase its rating on Google.  So she just typed those key words over and over and over again in a blog post, performed another search and it worked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the way she tells it is funnier.  I always crack up at that story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-6767147720363967402?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6767147720363967402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-blog-in-top-5-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6767147720363967402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6767147720363967402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-blog-in-top-5-6.html' title='My blog in the top 5-6!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-4161584660488018949</id><published>2010-07-15T09:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:15:40.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on my Mallet finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TD8lQ7y9L8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/4F_wm2bbBSU/s1600/CIMG3386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TD8lQ7y9L8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/4F_wm2bbBSU/s320/CIMG3386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494151043274846146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Remember this picture?  This is when I first lacerated my extensor tendon.  It's amazing to me that I just could  not extend my finger, no matter how much I tried.  Thankfully, as bad as  this looks, it didn't hurt a bit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TD8lGcmP2YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wWVpc5UAv40/s1600/CIMG3396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TD8lGcmP2YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wWVpc5UAv40/s320/CIMG3396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494150863101352322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Here's my beautiful finger with the splint.  As a side note, the entire time my finger was in a splint I made sure my nails were always ON POINT.  My finger may have been in a splint but I was C-U-T-E!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TD8kuHICwYI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nq8-IDEZaZ0/s1600/CIMG3668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TD8kuHICwYI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nq8-IDEZaZ0/s320/CIMG3668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494150445020660098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is my hand about 4 weeks ago.  My finger just gets better and better each day! And my nails are still C-U-T-E!)&lt;/span&gt;  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my finger is all healed now!  I wore the splint for about 11 weeks, which is almost twice the suggested length of time.  After researching the Internet I decided that the suggested 6 weeks was not enough for me and I wanted the splint to stay on longer, though not so long as to inhibit movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to go the doctor for a checkup!  This was a financial blessing.  We just so happened to have an OT who is a hand therapist speak to our Anatomy class in April.  I asked her to look at my finger and she said it looked healed and now it was time to start OT services on myself, lol.  She suggested that everyday, for about 1-2 weeks, I take the splint off and slowly make a fist. This was tough at first because my finger was so stiff!  It took me about a week or so of constant finger flexing to make a full, but light, fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then suggested that after the second week of this I take the splint off for a couple of hours everyday, increasing the time the splint is off until I am no longer wearing it. I did this but was very careful.  I made sure to wear the splint if I was going to do heavy lifting or some activity where I wasn't paying attention to my fingers.  I also suffered a loss of about 5 degrees of both flexion and hyperextension.  I believe this is the reason why I can't make a really tight fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I performed more research online and found out that I should wear the splint at night for at least another 6 to 12 weeks.  This prevents injury while I'm sleeping.  So, I'm still in this stage but some nights I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger was a terrible color when I first took the splint off.  As you can see from my pictures I am Black, and to see an abnormally pale, white finger surrounded by brown skin was a little...scary.  It was just lack of air circulation, of course.  And over time my finger returned to its normal, beautiful caramel brown color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot make a tight fist...yet...and this of course has decreased my grip strength in my left hand.  Also, I sometimes cannot grip my hair properly while plaiting it.  I don't push my finger too much right now but over time I will push it a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says you can't even tell it was ever injured, which is awesome to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands are just so important!  So, take care of yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-4161584660488018949?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4161584660488018949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/update-on-my-mallet-finger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4161584660488018949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4161584660488018949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/update-on-my-mallet-finger.html' title='Update on my Mallet finger'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/TD8lQ7y9L8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/4F_wm2bbBSU/s72-c/CIMG3386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-6438285418517301832</id><published>2010-07-15T09:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:50:14.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge a Book by Its Major</title><content type='html'>I learned something valuable yesterday evening about judging people before getting all necessary information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Peer Mentor for the Latino Center here on campus.  Yesterday evening we had a meeting where the Counselors of the LC had to regroup mentors and mentees. In doing so, they paired me with my original two mentees plus another new mentee.  The new mentee did not look happy that I was her mentor.  She didn't even look at me at first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately said, "What's your major?"  When I told her Occupational Therapy she looked agitated and raised her hand to comment.  She suggested that the Counseling center provide the mentees with a website that allows them to review a mentor's biography so that they can choose their own mentor based on their goals.  She commented that although she is sure I am a good mentor she is a Criminal Justice major and needs a Criminal Justice mentor who can help her achieve her goals and guide her through coursework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Counselors told her that they take all of these things into consideration before matching mentors and mentees, along with personality traits and the ability of the mentor to find valuable resources.  I saw this young lady approach a Counselor to talk and so I approached as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the Counselor and the young lady that she did not give me a chance to help her.  She doesn't know who I know or what connections I have.  Truth be told, I know a TON of people in law enforcement, along with lawyers and other people in the criminal justice system.  I could have EASILY connected her with someone who would be a resource once she graduates.  Additionally, I am the Queen of free money for education.  My schooling is free thus far because I try harder than anyone else and ask more questions than anyone else to get money to pay for my education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Counselor tried to explain to her that they have a police officer for her to speak but she can't call him and discuss school matters.  That's why she needs me as a mentor.  I then immediately told the Counselor and the young lady that this mentor/mentee relationship would not work for me, based on the fact that she didn't give me a chance to assist her, I'm not willing to help at this point and we would both need to be reassigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I understood the young lady's fears about not getting the resources that she needs what bothered me was that she did not look at me, she did not introduce herself and, most importantly, SHE DIDN'T ASK ANY QUESTIONS.  It seems to me that the most logical thing to do first is ask WHY the Counselors paired you with a mentor when you specifically asked for something else.  Once you have that information the second thing you do is talk to the mentor, tell them your goals and find out if they can help you or provide you with resources.  If they cannot help you THEN you raise your hand and say this is not going to work for me.  It's unfortunate that she missed out on an opportunity to have access to the criminal justice system through my contacts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I learned that the cliche is true.  You really shouldn't judge people, especially without first asking questions to GET MORE INFORMATION.  This makes me wonder how many times I have done this to others.  I can't think of any specific instances at this moment.  However, I will definitely make the effort in the future to refrain from judging people without getting all the information first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-6438285418517301832?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6438285418517301832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-judge-book-by-its-major.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6438285418517301832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/6438285418517301832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-judge-book-by-its-major.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge a Book by Its Major'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5045942746886655896</id><published>2010-07-06T14:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:32:29.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Research 101</title><content type='html'>One of the classes that ended last week was my Research class.  This was a 2 semester class that required that we find a research topic that relates to OT and go through the entire research process process, just short of actually completing the research.  The only reason we did not carry out the procedures is because receiving approval from the school's IRB takes too long and we wouldn't finish the projects in a timely manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this class was to encourage us to contribute to the evidence based body of OT knowledge by choosing, researching and creating a research study.  This class was VERY detailed and we had to go through all the steps of deciding on a research question, to writing procedures to finding a grant that would possibly fund our study (if we were to actually continue to the study).  It was a very long, tedious process.  I learned quite a bit about the research process and research terminology.  I also now have a greater appreciation for the research that currently exists, both within and outside of OT.  Research is hard, but rewarding, work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topic was 'Factors that Influence Participation in a Sport or Exercise, Despite Chronic Pain."  I wanted to find out why athletes continue to play sports and/or exercise even though they are in serious pain.  I also wanted to find out if the environment in which they play sports influences their participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a LOT about research and it certainly gave me something to look forward to if I continue with a PhD.  However, I would not continue with this particular topic.  In the beginning I was so excited with this topic.  But, by the end of the second semester, with all the revisions and changes, I found my topic boring and uninteresting.  I have a new topic in mind but if I tell you then I'll have to kill you. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, if you're going into OT school here are just a few tips for research.  This list is in no way comprehensive.  It's just a few things off the top of my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Choose a topic that interests you greatly.  However, be careful that it's not too personal.  Some people had topics about disabilities of their kids and loved ones.  When you're this close to the topic sometimes you're unwilling or unable to listen to suggestions or corrections to your paper.  And sometimes, the topic is just too overwhelming to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Try to choose topics that are non-existent or have very few research articles.  This will give you a strong reason for the purpose of your study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Decide how your topic is relevant to occupational therapy.  This is so important because other OTs will read your work and use your information in their practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Look for articles that support and negate your premise. It will give you a balanced view of the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Look at literature outside of OT literature.  Other professions have awesome things to say and perform great research studies that OTs can use.  Also, it's just downright interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Once you have all your literature read the research articles several times and highlight things that stand out to you.  Then, find three or four themes that the articles all have in common.  Finally, decide the 'hole' that you are going to plug with your research.  What is the one thing that's missing in those articles that your research will cover?  How is your research different from what is already available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ASK&lt;br /&gt;8. LOTS&lt;br /&gt;9. OF&lt;br /&gt;10.  QUESTIONS!!!  Research is a VERY involved,  demanding, yet interesting process.  If there is something you do not understand or need clarification on, please ask your instructor.   I would suggest you choose one instructor, if one was not assigned to you for your project, and stick with the instructor for the length of your project.  I say this because I noticed that every instructor has a different idea on how the research should be carried out.  If you ask multiple instructors you'll get inconsistent guidance.  And trust me, that's NO fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5045942746886655896?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5045942746886655896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/research-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5045942746886655896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5045942746886655896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/research-101.html' title='Research 101'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5380047204178798540</id><published>2010-07-06T13:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:43:13.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fieldwork Level I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Part of your OT schoolwork is clinical experience.  As students we must go to the 'field,' observe clinicians, and plan and implement interventions and evaluate outcomes, among other things.  This is known in occupational therapy as fieldwork.  This is a requirement to become an OT.  There are two Level I's and two Level II fieldwork experiences.  Thankfully, my school has expanded our Level I experience so that we have a total of 3 Level I's.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My first Level I fieldwork is a Mental/Behavioral health experience at a girls home.  I am going to this location with another student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This home serves the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; needs of female minors who are in need of temporary placement.  Other students have had an interesting experience here and I intend to have an awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first found out I was being placed here I was NOT happy.  Actually, I was downright disappointed.  I wanted to be in a hospital or in another location that had an OT on staff.  This girls home does not have an OT on staff.  This scared me because I have a B.S. degree in Finance and I have a business background.  Many of my peers have experience in Biology, Medicine, OT, PT and other fields.  Sometimes I feel like I'm starting from scratch or behind so it was so important to me to be with an OT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with my instructor who placed me here and asked her what about my character led her to place me in this location.  She told me that many of my peers will be in a location without an OT.  But more importantly, she said that I am very confident, I establish boundaries very well and have no problem saying "no."  She said that I will be with girls with many emotional and social problems and many of them will want a relationship outside of this fieldwork experience and will cross various social boundaries; many of my peers are not equipped to handle situations of this type.  She explained that this fieldwork location is in need of people who can be kind and stern at the same time.  She also said that I am young and attractive and encouraging and many of these girls will look up to me and see their own possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll keep you all posted as much as I can.  For obvious reasons I can't say too much but I'll do what I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5380047204178798540?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5380047204178798540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/fieldwork-level-i-home-for-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5380047204178798540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5380047204178798540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/fieldwork-level-i-home-for-girls.html' title='Fieldwork Level I'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-3521585229068299214</id><published>2010-07-06T13:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:48:18.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So busy...all the time</title><content type='html'>Well, things have finally slowed down a bit.  This summer session has been worse than the last 2 semesters.  I've been so busy the last 8 weeks it feels like I have no time to breathe.  Going to school full time, going to the gym, working and trying to have a social life take their toll and at some point you realize you can't do everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about writing on this blog all the time but at night when I come home I'm exhausted.  I basically wash my face, brush my teeth, prepare my lunch for the next day and go to bed.  I feel terribly that I'm unable to write in this blog a few days a week because so many interesting things happen and I have so much to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've come to terms with the fact that I can't do everything and I need to be content with the things I AM doing.  So many people have started OT blogs and never continue them!  I'm determined to see this blog through until I graduate.  And hopefully, as my OT idol has done I can continue writing in it as a practitioner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough sadness.  I'm content with the contributions I can make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-3521585229068299214?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3521585229068299214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-busyall-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3521585229068299214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/3521585229068299214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-busyall-time.html' title='So busy...all the time'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-8498321837994790773</id><published>2010-06-11T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:22:08.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a terrible blogger!</title><content type='html'>I ONLY WROTE ONE BLOG POST IN APRIL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, just feeling bad and ranting and brooding, wallowing in my own sorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-8498321837994790773?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8498321837994790773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-terrible-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8498321837994790773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8498321837994790773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-terrible-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a terrible blogger!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1407028826370517637</id><published>2010-06-11T13:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:20:34.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OT is evidence-based and we musn't forget it!</title><content type='html'>So, the other day I was reading my OT blogger idol's blog (another thing I don't have as much time to do anymore--read my idol's blog!  Btw, Karen, how the heck did you do it in school?????  Keep up with school, social life, read other people's blog AND write in your own blog???!!!!  This is why you're my idol, you're amazing :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I totally killed that sentence by digressing!  Haha!  So, I'll start over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day I was reading my OT blogger idol's blog, &lt;a href="http://otstudents.blogspot.com/2010/05/pediatric-daysi-day-for-ot.html"&gt;Karen Dobyns&lt;/a&gt;, and, long story short, she wrote a post about "trying" an acupunture intervention on a patient.  A commenter, Anita, commented that as OTs we don't just 'try' interventions on patients.  Interventions should be well thought out and evidence based as patients are not are guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita commented that Karen's actions are a little scary.  She also said, in a round about way, that as an occupational therapist blogger our responsibility while blogging is to present that we have  "clear evidence for your practice decisions, and at worst it sounds like you could be 'simply giving things a shot' to see if they might work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was terribly offended, because I love Karen so much and it's because of her that I made the final decision to jump in and go to OT school and because her thinking and blogging is often random like mine (in a good way!).  Then I realized I was being biased and I would probably take Karen's side for most things, even if she stole something or didn't help a little old lady cross the street.  So I had to step back a minute and reflect on what Anita was really saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I really thought about it I understood and in some ways agreed with what Anita was saying (but I still get where Karen was coming from because our thinking patterns are very similar).  AOTA's Centennial Vision emphasizes the importance of occupational therapy being an 'evidence-based' profession and as a result it's even more important for us as practitioners (and students!) to have clear rationale and reasoning for the interventions we choose, whether that rationale is based on written research or personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something for me to keep in mind as I transition from beginner OT student, to experienced OT student to practitioner.  I think her comment will help make me a better OT.  Also, blogging is hard work!  Thinking of topics to discuss is certainly NOT difficult because in OT there is ALWAYS something to talk about, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accurately&lt;/span&gt; presenting the information and making it interesting can be a challenge.  And when you're like me (and Karen), sometimes you post random things or type 'out loud', because that's just how you think.  It doesn't mean what you type is always a reflection of how you feel, maybe you were just sorting things out at the time.  But as a blogger I have to be careful of that, because although I know what my intentions are, someone else may interpret them differently.  And God forbid that happens.  I would be doing the public as huge disservice.  Plus, I would just feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen wrote a &lt;a href="http://otstudents.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2010-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-06%3A00&amp;amp;updated-max=2011-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-06%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=38"&gt;blog pos&lt;/a&gt;t as a reflection/response to Anita's comment that I thought was really...open and honest.  It only made me respect Karen even more as a blogger, student mentor and new practitioner.  She could have easily responded defensively and started an all out blog words war.  But she chose to address that she received the comment, and then, in her usual Karen way, she added some humor.  I love Karen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Karen updated her blog with this &lt;a href="http://otstudents.blogspot.com/2010/05/evidence-based-practice-practitioner.html"&gt;SUPER LONG response to Anita's comment&lt;/a&gt;.  I have never seen Karen write so much!  But it was very well thought out and I thought it addressed the situation appropriately.  Anita commented on that thread as well (just click on comments at the bottom of that thread).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, this just only confirms that Karen is every bit as awesome as I originally thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1407028826370517637?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1407028826370517637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/ot-is-evidence-based-and-we-musnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1407028826370517637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1407028826370517637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/ot-is-evidence-based-and-we-musnt.html' title='OT is evidence-based and we musn&apos;t forget it!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-9061149197896833848</id><published>2010-06-11T13:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:42:25.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so so busy!</title><content type='html'>I always feel so badly about not posting any new content.  Like I've called in sick for work or something.  I was so excited about this blog in the beginning of my OT journey and although I'm still so very excited I HAVE NO TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all those applying for OT school just be aware that your priorities will change.  You may spend less time with your boyfriend, best friend(s) and family than you would like.  Your social life will change and for a few semesters you just have to accept that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really serious about learning the content and really understanding it and doing well in school then some things will have to take a backseat for awhile.  Your life becomes study, study, study, sleep, sleep, sleep.   It's all worth it in the end...at least that's the way I see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to really plan to make time for my friends and family, whereas before I would just call and say 'hey let's do X."  Now I have to make sure that I don't have an exam or paper coming up because if I do then I can't just kick it the way I would like.  Sometimes I go places and I have to just show my face, (eat, haha), and leave.  I find myself nodding off around 11pm!  Maybe it's just age...I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-9061149197896833848?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9061149197896833848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-so-so-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/9061149197896833848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/9061149197896833848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-so-so-busy.html' title='I&apos;m so so busy!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5440455887611926159</id><published>2010-05-25T23:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:30:32.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite OT related but still worth noting</title><content type='html'>I am extremely tired and it's 1.5 hours past my bedtime but here are two interesting things that happened over the last 24 hours.  They're not really related to OT, other than that they are both very creative, and fun, just like OT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a jokey-joke from my dad.  He really cracked himself up with this one, and subsequently, cracked me up, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy was riding in a car with his Mom and says, "Hey, Mom, look at that pack of cows."&lt;br /&gt;The mom says, "Herd."&lt;br /&gt;The little boy says, "Herd of what?"&lt;br /&gt;The mom says, "Herd of cows."&lt;br /&gt;The little boys says, "Sure, I've heard of cows!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this joke was very funny, especially in my Dad's amazing ability to tell incredibly interesting stories.  Somehow, this joke doesn't come across quite the same in the written word...Oh well, I hope you laughed.  It's a good joke for a kid to tell at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;Ok,  on my way home from school today I saw a new billboard that read, in this exact setup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Your wife is HOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to get a/c for your car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chucked to myself when I saw this...kudos to the designer for getting my attention while driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;The next time I write I'm going to post an update on my finger, which has healed quite nicely, and a critique someone had of my OT blogger idol &lt;a href="http://otstudents.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen Dobyns&lt;/a&gt; (gasp!).  I know, I know, I'm in shock myself.  Hopefully I can get over it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5440455887611926159?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5440455887611926159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-quite-ot-related-but-still-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5440455887611926159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5440455887611926159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-quite-ot-related-but-still-worth.html' title='Not quite OT related but still worth noting'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7907220224253413259</id><published>2010-05-21T13:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:42:54.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People with Down Syndrome are stupid...or something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/THQSmjz5asI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bdcs368Ws88/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog-wwyd_jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/THQSmjz5asI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bdcs368Ws88/s400/occupational+therapy+student+blog-wwyd_jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509048697838201538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week I saw ABC's "What Would You Do?" on television.  Don't worry, I wasn't trading studying for TV.  I was cooking for the week while watching television.  See?  Multi-tasking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apparently in this show the producers create outrageous situations (that could probably happen) and sit back and watch what people would do.  So this particular episode, that is very OT relevant, involved a person with Down Syndrome working as a bagger in a grocery store.  While waiting for their items to be bagged, actors, acting as patrons of the store, would get irate and say all sorts of mean and terrible things to the bagger.  Things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'what are you stupid or something?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'my dog could do this faster than you' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I can't believe they hire idiots like you to do this, you're so slow'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh my God, can't you move faster? I can't believe you're moving this slowly!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on.  You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this 'experiment' was to see if, and how, other people in line would respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things about this that struck me. First, overwhelmingly, in all but one case, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt; came to the rescue (men just sat back in shock).  The women scolded the irate patron by saying things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'why don't you just leave'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'this is someone's son. how can you say that?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'how would you feel if someone spoke to you like that?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'don't talk to him like that'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so touched that people took up for the bagger and they were so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;convicted&lt;/span&gt; about it.  Some women started shouting and others were really stern and called the manager to have the irate patron kicked out!  I noticed that most of the women that spoke up worked with people with special needs or knew someone with special needs.  Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I was so moved by the responses of these women that I felt ashamed.  I was ashamed because I would not have so openly taken up for the bagger.   I would have only been appalled but I would not have expressed this.  And this is so UNLIKE my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is embarrassing because this is what OTs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;.  We're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advocates&lt;/span&gt; for people who cannot or will not advocate for themselves.  How can I be so selfish?  After seeing this show I will definitely speak up if I were to see something this horrific.  How awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit this to you because part of the purpose of this blog is for me to reflect on my own strengths and weaknesses and someday look back on this and see how much I've evolved.  I also admit this to you to encourage you to do the same and speak up for this type of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see someone acting stupidly, get involved and speak up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7907220224253413259?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7907220224253413259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/people-with-down-syndrome-are-stupidor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7907220224253413259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7907220224253413259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/people-with-down-syndrome-are-stupidor.html' title='People with Down Syndrome are stupid...or something'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/THQSmjz5asI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bdcs368Ws88/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-wwyd_jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7606292363981788013</id><published>2010-05-18T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:05:37.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a slacker!</title><content type='html'>I'm reading my comments and email and I want to cry.  People are so kind in commenting on my blog and I've been such a SLACKER in writing over the last 2 months.  I'm so sorry everyone.  I feel badly about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make the effort to do better starting now. I have so much to say...I just can't type fast enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to say it later because it's 10:04 pm!  4 minutes past my bedtime! Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7606292363981788013?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7606292363981788013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-like-slacker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7606292363981788013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7606292363981788013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-like-slacker.html' title='I feel like a slacker!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-1734009906635746765</id><published>2010-05-18T21:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:02:38.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recent pics!</title><content type='html'>Some recent pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a 'booth' outside of our library for the month of April. We used it to share the good news about Occupational Therapy month!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NUWwjoQSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XsAm4BgA3hQ/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+OT+month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NUWwjoQSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XsAm4BgA3hQ/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+OT+month.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472810722153480482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NTviNLVII/AAAAAAAAAVg/vddEBQhiARA/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+OT+month2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NTviNLVII/AAAAAAAAAVg/vddEBQhiARA/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+OT+month2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472810048286315650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the creative team behind the design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NTn6DV9SI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Pxr7HZPclZ8/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+OT+month3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NTn6DV9SI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Pxr7HZPclZ8/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+OT+month3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472809917248566562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and some classmates at an OT party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NTXttMScI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KfjxKIRwQaM/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+me+%26+melissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NTXttMScI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KfjxKIRwQaM/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+me+%26+melissa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472809639056525762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bloody leg sticking out of a van in the school parking lot...no biggie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NTAhMxFbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wFvGrOpZhHc/s1600/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NTAhMxFbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wFvGrOpZhHc/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+leg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472809240562308530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-1734009906635746765?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1734009906635746765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/recent-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1734009906635746765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/1734009906635746765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/recent-pics.html' title='recent pics!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S_NUWwjoQSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XsAm4BgA3hQ/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog+-+OT+month.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-5903732422914916865</id><published>2010-05-18T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:49:02.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!!! AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I suck!  I know!  I'm SOOOO SORRY!  I don't know how my blogger idol Karen did it!  How was she able to contribute to her blog so faithfully????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is my most challenging semester yet.  I have a full load, I'm applying for scholarships for next year, and I am a graduate assistant (yeah!!!) which is an AWESOME opportunity on SO many levels.  I have to work about 15 hours or more a week.  As a result I stay at the school until the evening hours, which wouldn't be so bad except that I live one hour away.  So I get home pretty late.  Which also wouldn't be so bad except that I get up at 5am every morning to work out.  I could stop getting up so early to work out but that's NOT gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working out is true occupation for me.  It's meaningful and enjoyable and I LOVE IT.  When I'm working out that's MY time.  I feel relaxed, strong and healthy.  I feel youthful and energetic.  I feel like I can do anything.  It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.  Anyway, by the time I get home I have 1.5 hours to wash my face, brush teeth, check my mail and email, fix my breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks for the next day (hey, when you work out you have to eat a lot!) and lay out my clothes.  By the time I finish all of that I'm POOPED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm committed to writing in this blog on a regular basis.  So, having said all that rambling if you've emailed me and I haven't responded please forgive me. I am sooo sorry.  I will have to catch up with everything over the next few weekends.  Also, starting in June, my schedule will slow down a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, SORRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-5903732422914916865?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5903732422914916865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5903732422914916865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/5903732422914916865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry-again.html' title='SORRY!!! AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-942841598921347466</id><published>2010-04-11T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:53:55.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M STILL ALIVE, dear reader!</title><content type='html'>I AM still alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're still reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester is ALMOST over, which accounts for my superbusiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't been diligent this month in writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SO much to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to catch up over the next two weeks as the semester ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-942841598921347466?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/942841598921347466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-still-alive-dear-reader.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/942841598921347466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/942841598921347466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-still-alive-dear-reader.html' title='I&apos;M STILL ALIVE, dear reader!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-9082267613828695471</id><published>2010-03-02T20:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:00:29.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Occupational Therapist Joke</title><content type='html'>Here's a cute joke I found about Occupational Therapists.  I like it because it really illustrates the power of Occupational Therapy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: How many Occupational Therapists does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A: None. We’d teach the lightbulb to change itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me this is not funny!!!!  It's soooo OT-ish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-9082267613828695471?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9082267613828695471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/occupational-therapist-joke.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/9082267613828695471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/9082267613828695471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/occupational-therapist-joke.html' title='Occupational Therapist Joke'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-7621896279001901601</id><published>2010-03-02T20:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:05:14.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU RETARD!!!</title><content type='html'>I knew that phrase would get your attention.  Those are BAD, BAD, BAD words.  They are hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling someone retarded is intended to insult them.  Thankfully, I don't use those words but I know plenty of people who do.  So, shame on me for not correcting them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language choices influence how we think about others.  The 'R-word,' as it is called, is hurtful and derogatory and it's time that people stop using it as an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, retarded had a REAL meaning which meant disabled or handicapped.  But now people use it as an insult for clumsy, stupid or silly people.  They often mean it jokingly but there's nothing funny about it as some people really ARE 'retarded'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a painful word that stereotypes a group of people, whether they have an intellectual disability or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm encouraging you to use more accepting language from this point forward--like 'intellectual disability'.  Or if someone is acting silly or stupid, just say they're acting silly or stupid.  There's no need to label them with a term deemed offensive and derogatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a campaign to '&lt;a href="http://r-word.org/"&gt;Spread the Word to End the Word&lt;/a&gt;.'  You can find more info &lt;a href="http://r-word.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and submit a pledge.  I submitted my pledge to use more accepting language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make the effort to change your language to be more inclusive and respectful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-7621896279001901601?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7621896279001901601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-retard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7621896279001901601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/7621896279001901601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-retard.html' title='YOU RETARD!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-4739115589439834573</id><published>2010-03-02T20:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:39:20.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I climbed 94 flights in 28 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S43Lze2NzjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7ENvjY1ut4Y/s1600-h/hussle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S43Lze2NzjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7ENvjY1ut4Y/s200/hussle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444231609875025458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S43Luw-9beI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2t_3PKGdYJQ/s1600-h/hussle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S43Luw-9beI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2t_3PKGdYJQ/s200/hussle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444231528844193250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I climbed the annual Hussle up the Hancock sponsored by the Respiratory Health Association.  I remember writing about this back in November, I think.  Anyway, I climbed 94 flights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not act very wisely in that I did not train for this event, I had a glass of white wine and an awesome Mexican dinner the night before and I went to bed VERY late.  If you ever want to do stair climb challenges, don't follow my lead!   Thankfully I got up okay and I finished successfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the climb, it was a lot of fun and there were LOTS of people (more than 4000 participants).  Two people behind me 9 &amp;amp; 11 year old brothers climbing the 94 flights for the second time!  One of my classmates climbed twice--once at 8.45am with her Mom for the half-climb (47 flights) and then again at 11am for the full climb!  Amazing!  There were also quite a few senior there climbing as well.  This was encouraging as I plan to continue to participate in races in like this as I enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my time to the top was about 28 minutes, which is pretty good for someone who didn't train at all and stayed out late the night before.  Also, the average time to climb 47 flights is about 12 minutes but once you get to floor 70, especially when you don't train, it's all mental from there and you slow down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got to the top the view was AMAZING.  You could see all of Chicago!  No joke.   Plus the feeling of accomplishment is exaggerated by the people calling your name and cheering and the balloons and the medal you get and the crowd.  It's overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climb again at the end of this month for the American Lung Assoc--95 flights!  This time I'm training, going to bed early and eating at a reasonable hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-4739115589439834573?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4739115589439834573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-climbed-94-flights-in-28-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4739115589439834573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/4739115589439834573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-climbed-94-flights-in-28-minutes.html' title='I climbed 94 flights in 28 minutes'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S43Lze2NzjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7ENvjY1ut4Y/s72-c/hussle2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-2456888897785680717</id><published>2010-02-22T19:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:28:26.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual innuendos &amp; my lacerated DIP</title><content type='html'>Earlier today in Research class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classmate&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow!  What happened to your finger????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lacerated the DIP tendon playing Dodgeball yesterday.  Wanna see a picture of what it looked like before the splint?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classmate&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(I show her the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See here, my DIP still droops even though I was trying to extend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classmate&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow...you were trying and you just couldn't get it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a moment of silence as her words sink in...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She and I in unison: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-2456888897785680717?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2456888897785680717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexual-innuendos-my-lacerated-dip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2456888897785680717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/2456888897785680717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexual-innuendos-my-lacerated-dip.html' title='Sexual innuendos &amp; my lacerated DIP'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125455151932575425.post-8392353291517384550</id><published>2010-02-21T21:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:29:38.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a splint?</title><content type='html'>By the way, in case you don't know what a splint is, here's an explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of a lacerated DIP tendon (tendon that causes the latter part of the finger to extend and stay extended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S4H3jW30vzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/q2FxkEcKbmg/s1600-h/occupational+therapy+student+blog-extensor+tendon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S4H3jW30vzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/q2FxkEcKbmg/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog-extensor+tendon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440902011647475506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S4M78RRZeGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9UDF0H7bu3I/s1600-h/occupational+therapy+student+blog+DIP+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S4M78RRZeGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9UDF0H7bu3I/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+DIP+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441258681408256098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the extensor tendon (or sometimes even the bone) tears the flexor tendons (the ones on the bottom) are still flexing the finger but there is no force on top to counteract this so the finger droops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger doesn't function well.  I can hardly pick things up, type, or properly hold a glass.  Plus, it hurts a little to try to extend it and I don't like looking at it.  And, unfortunately, I can't extend it at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called a mallet finger injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the doctor gave me a splint--or a small, rigid object secured with tape, to keep the finger hyperextended and straight so it can heal properly.  Here's my splint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S4M8LArqLJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/phHmqrJsR5Q/s1600-h/occupational+therapy+student+blog+splint+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S4M8LArqLJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/phHmqrJsR5Q/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+splint+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441258934653037714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not giving YOU the finger. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S4M8h61H8nI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zwhQBeSZ68A/s1600-h/occupational+therapy+student+blog+splint1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S4M8h61H8nI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zwhQBeSZ68A/s320/occupational+therapy+student+blog+splint1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441259328219116146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to a hand surgeon to confirm it's not a serious tear that requires surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least my nails look good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125455151932575425-8392353291517384550?l=myotstudentblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8392353291517384550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-splint.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8392353291517384550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125455151932575425/posts/default/8392353291517384550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myotstudentblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-splint.html' title='What is a splint?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555367461590447947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/Spxf6n1UD-I/AAAAAAAAABg/w_Jr2JqcEow/S220/Occupational+Therapy+Student-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIF8Z2salKQ/S4H3jW30vzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/q2FxkEcKbmg/s72-c/occupational+therapy+student+blog-extensor+tendon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
