Miss America is…foreign!? Here’s a few people who weren’t quite sure if Nina Davuluri, the first ever Indian American Miss America, is a terrorist, or a Muslim or an Arab…
BUT SHE CERTAINLY DOESN’T HAVE WHITE SKIN!
I guess American means white. Y’know…since all people of color are from every other country. Oh, and I guess India is the same fucking country as Iran/Iraq/Afghanistan. I mean, if all Asians are the same, all “dark skinned asian like people” are the same too, right?
Met the cutest and most HILARIOUS old lady in the ER today..and I left that therapy session/evaluation feeling enlightened, inspired and hopeful for my future.
Basically this HIGHLY educated 88 year old grandma (who has been married twice and has children) told me to NEVER get married, and that children are not worth to have. I told her this is perfect since I want no children, just dogs. She says that people can just live together- and love each other but do NOT have to have this label put upon them.
Further more she enlightened me by saying this, “DO NOT EVER, EVER marry someone STUPIDER than you” haha then she goes on by saying that men always want the woman to succumb to them and that the worst thing a woman can do is that. She pretty much taught me to build up my own self worth and of course my fortune (she is VERY wealthy by her OWN means of education/work/business/workethic)
She tells me that girls are obsessed with getting married and finding a husband, but she tells me to forget about that, and work on my career, bettering myself both mentally and emotionally.
This is further confirmation that what I’m doing with my life is really what I should be doing. I want to travel the world. I want to meet new people and make new friends everywhere. I want to work in different settings, different clinics and perhaps different countries. I don’t wanna be THAT housewife that could have had a career.. or didn’t live up to their potential.
It’s the day after the United States of America AKA THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON EARTH’s birth. You wake from your food coma and find yourself on the couch, your extra large t-shirt with Old Glory herself, the American flag, ketchup stained from the hamburger and hot dog holocaust that occurred just…
People are god damn idiots. You can be muslim and an American AND be proud of both cultures. This is a form of respect, look at the other slutty white girls and douche bags with teeny tiny american flag booty shorts and tops. GTFO of here, assholes! America…is not as beautiful as I once thought it was. :( SAD SAD SAD.
I hate moving so much… why? Because throughout the times I accumulate a ton of shit. Why? Because if it’s free, I take it. Sure, I need 80 pens. Sure, I need 15 tape measures to measure limb girth and length. Sure, I need 25 goniometers. Sure, Sure, Sure!
I also definitely need to keep these stickers I’ve had for over a decade that I bought in Korea but refuse to use because they’re too cute. WTF.
I also definitely need to keep these dorky ass candy red glasses that are completely outdated even though I have 4 pairs that I got AFTER these…and they were broken ..but I gotta keep them because I fixed it with glue and sanded the sides down so you can’t even tell.
I MUUuUuUuUUusSssSst keep this black tank top even though there are holes in it and I have 3 others and just bought one more because I need to throw all 4 of them away.
So… it’s a purge now. Purging of excess shit I don’t need. I guess it’s symbolic because I’m purging all my friends that I don’t like as well. Or at least turning these shitty friends into whatever acquaintances. I will no longer go out of the way for people who do not give a shit about me.
So I’m purging and throwing all this shit away..so hard to let go though.. so the shirt with the holes? I made the hole even bigger and ripped it apart so there’s NO WAY i’ll take it back. Tape measures and those pens and gonis? I donated them to random PT clinics, students and friends. Those stickers? I use them… profusely. Disgustingly I plaster them over anything and everything I have just so I can use them because fuck, YOLO, right? hahahahahaha. I’m terrible.
Well, those glasses? I’m keeping those.
On that note… anybody need a full size bed frame? a chest of drawers? a bunch of white paper lamps? a floor lamp? A window fan? :)
my mother tells me to grow out my hair. my mother tells me to go back to blond. my mother tells me to get my general education instead of majoring in dance. my mother tells me to apply for another job. my mother tells me to get married to a man. my mother tells me to have children. my mother…
Concerning yourself with your parent’s opinion of you in your 20s? Who does that?
Asians…except instead of telling us, they beat you until you do. heh… kinda true…
Premeds, med students, anyone anywhere in the medical training process—always keep these words in mind. It is easy to think our worth as a human being is linked to our scores on exams because that is largely how the medical education world values us. Realize that grades and standardized exams only test narrow areas of knowledge. They are NOT indicative of how intelligent you are. You may struggle with organic chemistry and biochem, but have incredible artistic talent and become the next Frank Netter or maybe you excel at capturing the human experience through writing and become the next Abraham Verghese.
We must also realize that no one has ever shown MCAT, Shelf, or Step scores to be predictive of how good a physician someone will be. These tests are only predictive of how likely you are to pass the next set of standardized exams. Medical schools rely on the MCAT not because they think high scores make the best doctors; they use it because high scores mean a higher likelihood you will pass Step 1 and Step 2. They are in the business of graduating students and placing them in the most prestigious residencies.
In a rare moment of full disclosure, I heard a residency program director actually say that candidates with the highest Step scores typically don’t make the best residents.
I know it is difficult at times, but please follow Dr Cranquis’ words of wisdom and know you are so much more than a set of numbers.
I don’t get what the obsession of gpa and cord status is with some of my classmates. I just want to say that the GPA of an individual does not determine what kind of therapist you’re going to be. You could have been a below average person in school, but if you have that personality to get every patient out of bed to the therapy room to do their thing, then guess who is the better PT. Tell me, why, if you have a GPA “well above” the 3.5 needed to get cords, why do you consistently suck at handling and lab techniques? Why do you always palpate where my acetabulum is when you’re trying to find the ASIS? We’re trying to do bony landmarks, not find my femoral pulse.
Fact of the matter is this: I don’t give a crap about what you got on a test or practical. I’ve done well in my share of tests, aka 100% but you wouldn’t know. You know why? Because my life is NOT revolved around grades and school. Your life is boring if that’s the best thing you have to show for in your life.
This is the funniest thing ever though, I see really great therapists in people that a lot of my classmates consider “dumb”. Attitude and personality comes to much in play in the PT field. You can be a mediocre therapist in the clinic but in OP, if you’re a good motivator with a wonderful personality, guess whose patients are going to be doing their HEP? My classmates should know that MOST of the work and most of the “therapy” done is actually done in the home exercise program. What good are your exercise prescriptions if your patients hate you and don’t do what you tell them to do?
Also, stop telling us that you’re treating and evaluating patients already. No one gives a fuck. Congratulations, you’re doing what you’re supposed to do. Got a cavitation while doing the manips? Congratulations, you’re doing what you’re SUPPOSED to do. Got the right diagnosis while using the right special clinical tests? That’s right, congratulations, you’re doing what you’re SUPPOSED to do.
and for those of you that say *hate hate hate* you must know that i’m talking about you.
The girl who submitted this entry had this to say:
“The funny thing is I’m totally fluent in Korean, love KPop and KDramas (mmm Dong-gun Jang), and even taught English in Korea briefly a few years ago, which is probably why I ignore guys like this. I saw way too much of their entitlement and sense of privilege while I was over there. But what do I know? I’m just a twinkie after all.”
LOLOLOL. He’s not even fluent as he claims. His stupid phrase doesn’t mean hello, beautiful princess, it says “i love you, beautiful princess” and it’s not even grammatically correct. What is wrong with these people?