So... turns out my date for tonight got a girlfriend... yesterday. Alright then.
Also, I officially got the internship at the school I was talking about.
Watching movies and eating easy candy in my pyjamas for the night.
And I am going home next Wednesday to get my consultation on Thursday to get my wisdom teeth out on Monday. Joy of all joys!
4/23- p.s.- I am pleased to announce my mouth pain has downgraded to a dull ache. I think the mouthwash made the swelling go down, which makes it a bit easier to open my mouth. Now I hope it stays this way...
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
We're Not Friends Anymore
Dear blog audience,
I'm just writing to formally inform (yes) you that I have lost a dear friend. That's right, tooth #17 has been out of control these past few days, and all he's done is hurt me. I'm ending it. The sooner the better. Of course, splits like this are never easy, and it will hurt me too. A lot.
That's right- as the "attending oral surgeon" said to me today, 'The day of judgment has arrived!' and I am officially getting my wisdom teeth removed shortly. Well, maybe not officially since I don't have an appointment yet, but it looks like it will be within the next 10 days.
I went to the Tufts Dental Clinic this morning. It said to get there early because the spots fill up quickly. They open at 9. I got there at 8.50. Their spots were already filled for the morning. (What the...?!) So I sat down and hoped I could get in. (This is when the fire alarm went off, we evacuated, and the fire trucks came while we stood in the rain. Oh yes.)
At about 10:30, I did. Come to think of it, I don't even know the (student) dentist's name. He was Indian and had a thick accent. We went up to the third floor and he simply said "Follow me" and bolted off down a hallway. Seriously, I felt like Alice following the White Rabbit. Where did he go?! Why is he walking so quickly?! I chased around corners to catch a glimpse of his feet to know where to go next.
He sat me down, and then said he'd look inside my mouth. With his little dentist-y tool, he hammered down on my gums which are covering the tooth (and that's why it hurts). "Does this hurt?" he asked. ?! OA@#$"*KJASLDF$ YES that hurts! Holy crap, why do you think I'm here!
So off he whisked me again to get an x-ray. He looked at it and said "So, you're going to be getting your wisdom teeth out." The one that's hurting me is on the bottom left and doesn't have enough room to erupt through my gums completely, so it's just stuck way back in the hinge of my mouth, with my gums covering half of it, which, as it turns out, hurts like the dickens. The one on my bottom right is legit. horizontal; I thought if I was going to have problems with one, it would be that one, but I'm sure that would not be far off.
So then the dentist was off again down some hallways and upstairs to the oral surgery floor where I sat for 3 hours waiting for a consultation. It was like a war zone up there. It reminded me of Chicken Run and Mrs. Tweedy: "Chickens go in. Pies come out." People came in, sat down, got called, went away, and 20 minutes later, they returned, their mouths stuffed with bloody gauze, and they shuffled their way to the elevator.
Finally, when it was my turn, the guy showed me my x-ray again and said "This is a consultation meeting, which means I'll tell you all your options and you will have to make an appointment to come back." He couldn't do anything for the tooth that's hurting because a) it's not a "simple extraction" because the tooth is considered impacted and b) he said I might as well get them all out at the same time and c) I'm not sure I adequately conveyed how much pain I was in and I'm pretty sure he thought I was a ninny.
So he sent me away with the comforting reassurance, "Yes. It's going to hurt like that until you get them removed, but I can't give you pain medication stronger than ibuprofen anyway." He prescribed antibiotic mouthwash and sent me back to the front desk to make an appointment to get them removed.
All the talk of IV or general anesthesia had me on the verge of tears, but what was worse was when the receptionist told me I couldn't get an appointment until mid-May/June so I left and called mom to find out what I should do now. Well, turns out my health insurance (thanks to Obama and Dad being employed) covers wisdom tooth removal 100%. And there are oral surgeons in CT who can do it next week.
The problem? Well, this is my last full week of classes. They officially end next Wednesday, when I also have a poster and a paper due. Then there's a finals "reading period" before my other papers are due. Could this have come at a worse time? I'm really not sure.
So I sit, popping pills every 5 hours, with pain in my jaw, tongue and throat, not opening my mouth more than 1.5" or so. I live in constant fear of yawning. All this while I'm trying to write papers and make posters in the next 4 days so I can get these teeth ripped out of my face sooner. Because writing papers with chronic mouth pain, or while trying to recover from oral surgery basically seem like the same thing to me right now.
Yayyyyyy!
I'm just writing to formally inform (yes) you that I have lost a dear friend. That's right, tooth #17 has been out of control these past few days, and all he's done is hurt me. I'm ending it. The sooner the better. Of course, splits like this are never easy, and it will hurt me too. A lot.
That's right- as the "attending oral surgeon" said to me today, 'The day of judgment has arrived!' and I am officially getting my wisdom teeth removed shortly. Well, maybe not officially since I don't have an appointment yet, but it looks like it will be within the next 10 days.
I went to the Tufts Dental Clinic this morning. It said to get there early because the spots fill up quickly. They open at 9. I got there at 8.50. Their spots were already filled for the morning. (What the...?!) So I sat down and hoped I could get in. (This is when the fire alarm went off, we evacuated, and the fire trucks came while we stood in the rain. Oh yes.)
At about 10:30, I did. Come to think of it, I don't even know the (student) dentist's name. He was Indian and had a thick accent. We went up to the third floor and he simply said "Follow me" and bolted off down a hallway. Seriously, I felt like Alice following the White Rabbit. Where did he go?! Why is he walking so quickly?! I chased around corners to catch a glimpse of his feet to know where to go next.
He sat me down, and then said he'd look inside my mouth. With his little dentist-y tool, he hammered down on my gums which are covering the tooth (and that's why it hurts). "Does this hurt?" he asked. ?! OA@#$"*KJASLDF$ YES that hurts! Holy crap, why do you think I'm here!
So off he whisked me again to get an x-ray. He looked at it and said "So, you're going to be getting your wisdom teeth out." The one that's hurting me is on the bottom left and doesn't have enough room to erupt through my gums completely, so it's just stuck way back in the hinge of my mouth, with my gums covering half of it, which, as it turns out, hurts like the dickens. The one on my bottom right is legit. horizontal; I thought if I was going to have problems with one, it would be that one, but I'm sure that would not be far off.
So then the dentist was off again down some hallways and upstairs to the oral surgery floor where I sat for 3 hours waiting for a consultation. It was like a war zone up there. It reminded me of Chicken Run and Mrs. Tweedy: "Chickens go in. Pies come out." People came in, sat down, got called, went away, and 20 minutes later, they returned, their mouths stuffed with bloody gauze, and they shuffled their way to the elevator.
Finally, when it was my turn, the guy showed me my x-ray again and said "This is a consultation meeting, which means I'll tell you all your options and you will have to make an appointment to come back." He couldn't do anything for the tooth that's hurting because a) it's not a "simple extraction" because the tooth is considered impacted and b) he said I might as well get them all out at the same time and c) I'm not sure I adequately conveyed how much pain I was in and I'm pretty sure he thought I was a ninny.
So he sent me away with the comforting reassurance, "Yes. It's going to hurt like that until you get them removed, but I can't give you pain medication stronger than ibuprofen anyway." He prescribed antibiotic mouthwash and sent me back to the front desk to make an appointment to get them removed.
All the talk of IV or general anesthesia had me on the verge of tears, but what was worse was when the receptionist told me I couldn't get an appointment until mid-May/June so I left and called mom to find out what I should do now. Well, turns out my health insurance (thanks to Obama and Dad being employed) covers wisdom tooth removal 100%. And there are oral surgeons in CT who can do it next week.
The problem? Well, this is my last full week of classes. They officially end next Wednesday, when I also have a poster and a paper due. Then there's a finals "reading period" before my other papers are due. Could this have come at a worse time? I'm really not sure.
So I sit, popping pills every 5 hours, with pain in my jaw, tongue and throat, not opening my mouth more than 1.5" or so. I live in constant fear of yawning. All this while I'm trying to write papers and make posters in the next 4 days so I can get these teeth ripped out of my face sooner. Because writing papers with chronic mouth pain, or while trying to recover from oral surgery basically seem like the same thing to me right now.
Yayyyyyy!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Well, that was unexpected.
So, as some of you know, my continuation at H next year means that I end one program, get a master's degree at graduation, start a new program (though my courses will be chosen from the same list both years), and graduate next year with a CAS (certificate of advanced study) and a counseling license.
This also means my internship at MHS ends and I have to find a new internship for next year. Last year, we didn't get internships until we got here (obviously), so we started working at the sites at the end of September. This year, we're looking and shamelessly advertising ourselves right now in hopes of landing internships for next year, so we can start when they do- which is usually before classes at H start.
So about 10 days ago, I had an interview at a school in Cambridge; I was originally attracted to it because it's small (500 kids vs. MHS 1800) and closer to where I live (a 20 minute walk vs. a 60 minute bus+subway+walk to MHS). It is a private school, where tuition for a year is $36,000. (Whoa.)
Anyway. I had an interview there and thought it went well, and then didn't hear anything for 9 days. Yesterday the guy (who also happens to be in my Moral Adults/Moral Children class, but attends lecture on a different day) sent me an email and asked if he could call me today with some follow-up questions.
I was really hoping his follow-up questions consisted of, "What days can you work?" and "Would you be happy if I offered you an internship here?"
I was waiting all morning for him to call, which he finally did. He said in his section of Moral Adults/Moral Children, his class got talking about BYU's Honor Code and Brandon Davies (of course). He said he remembered that I went there, and wanted to know why I chose to go to school there and what I thought of the Honor Code. Of all the things floating around in my head as possible topics for our discussion, BYU and the Honor Code did not cross my mind even once. Not even for a split second.
So... after trying to recover from being shocked by his question, I struggled through an answer. After that, he asked me how I felt my own beliefs and morals influence my work with students in counseling relationships. Holy smokes.
Luckily, and partly because of my LDS Perspectives Class at BYU, I must have said something right, because after that, he said "Well, it was great to meet you, and everyone I talked to had great things to say about you. I think you'd be a good fit here, but I need to verify that with our headmaster and I'll let you know by the end of the week."
... I got off the phone and felt like I needed to take a nap. That conversation was exhausting.
Also, I might need emergency wisdom tooth extraction in the next week or so. I went to bed with pain and woke up with it; unlike my other wisdom tooth pain, this doesn't feel like it will go away soon. So that will be fun.
Also, I have a date on Thursday night.
The end.
This also means my internship at MHS ends and I have to find a new internship for next year. Last year, we didn't get internships until we got here (obviously), so we started working at the sites at the end of September. This year, we're looking and shamelessly advertising ourselves right now in hopes of landing internships for next year, so we can start when they do- which is usually before classes at H start.
So about 10 days ago, I had an interview at a school in Cambridge; I was originally attracted to it because it's small (500 kids vs. MHS 1800) and closer to where I live (a 20 minute walk vs. a 60 minute bus+subway+walk to MHS). It is a private school, where tuition for a year is $36,000. (Whoa.)
Anyway. I had an interview there and thought it went well, and then didn't hear anything for 9 days. Yesterday the guy (who also happens to be in my Moral Adults/Moral Children class, but attends lecture on a different day) sent me an email and asked if he could call me today with some follow-up questions.
I was really hoping his follow-up questions consisted of, "What days can you work?" and "Would you be happy if I offered you an internship here?"
I was waiting all morning for him to call, which he finally did. He said in his section of Moral Adults/Moral Children, his class got talking about BYU's Honor Code and Brandon Davies (of course). He said he remembered that I went there, and wanted to know why I chose to go to school there and what I thought of the Honor Code. Of all the things floating around in my head as possible topics for our discussion, BYU and the Honor Code did not cross my mind even once. Not even for a split second.
So... after trying to recover from being shocked by his question, I struggled through an answer. After that, he asked me how I felt my own beliefs and morals influence my work with students in counseling relationships. Holy smokes.
Luckily, and partly because of my LDS Perspectives Class at BYU, I must have said something right, because after that, he said "Well, it was great to meet you, and everyone I talked to had great things to say about you. I think you'd be a good fit here, but I need to verify that with our headmaster and I'll let you know by the end of the week."
... I got off the phone and felt like I needed to take a nap. That conversation was exhausting.
Also, I might need emergency wisdom tooth extraction in the next week or so. I went to bed with pain and woke up with it; unlike my other wisdom tooth pain, this doesn't feel like it will go away soon. So that will be fun.
Also, I have a date on Thursday night.
The end.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Ok, so maybe I'm a control freak.
Update: This entry has been censored as promised.
So, I'm pretty sure tomorrow is going to be a nightmare.
Tomorrow I am an official, unofficial chaperone for a field trip that includes 200 juniors from MHS, and the public transportation system.
... Someone else planned a field trip to a college fair in downtown Boston, and we (the female Harvard interns) are expected to attend.
We have to switch subway lines three times.
Did I mention that 200 kids have turned in permission slips? And that there are TWO chaperones? And those two chaperones were told not to worry about keeping track of those 200 students, at all; we don't need to know how many go, or how many come back.
[rant about having to chaperone this thing...]
The End
(Also, for those of you who haven't heard yet, I'm getting a niece this summer and I'm really excited!!! And I painted my toe nails on Sunday and they look pretty cute, if I do say so myself.)
So, I'm pretty sure tomorrow is going to be a nightmare.
Tomorrow I am an official, unofficial chaperone for a field trip that includes 200 juniors from MHS, and the public transportation system.
... Someone else planned a field trip to a college fair in downtown Boston, and we (the female Harvard interns) are expected to attend.
We have to switch subway lines three times.
Did I mention that 200 kids have turned in permission slips? And that there are TWO chaperones? And those two chaperones were told not to worry about keeping track of those 200 students, at all; we don't need to know how many go, or how many come back.
[rant about having to chaperone this thing...]
The End
(Also, for those of you who haven't heard yet, I'm getting a niece this summer and I'm really excited!!! And I painted my toe nails on Sunday and they look pretty cute, if I do say so myself.)
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Unbelievable.
So...
The big H (lest anyone google it and happen upon my lowly blog, which I'm pretty sure is highly unlikely, but whatever) sent out their financial aid awards last week to the newly admitted students. This week, all I've done is spend time filing the letters that come in from students who want more money. It's not a bad idea in and of itself, so I don't mind.
But... today I happened across a letter from a mother who was soliciting extra financial aid for her son because he got accepted to Yale, Stanford, UC-Berkeley, Princeton, MIT etc. etc. The mother outlined all the financial aid packages from the other schools. [edited] A girl I go to school with was an undergrad at H. and she said, "Yeah the hard thing was being an undergrad. here- a lot of the kids you're in class with have already published books, or they've traveled around the world doing humanitarian aid work. It's intimidating."
I really thought those kinds of application essays were urban legends, but apparently they exist. And kids are really doing these things, on their parents' dime and errand no doubt, in hopes of securing their spots in Ivy League schools. And I guess I better get used to it if I'm going to be a school counselor.
But really, what is the world coming to?
The big H (lest anyone google it and happen upon my lowly blog, which I'm pretty sure is highly unlikely, but whatever) sent out their financial aid awards last week to the newly admitted students. This week, all I've done is spend time filing the letters that come in from students who want more money. It's not a bad idea in and of itself, so I don't mind.
But... today I happened across a letter from a mother who was soliciting extra financial aid for her son because he got accepted to Yale, Stanford, UC-Berkeley, Princeton, MIT etc. etc. The mother outlined all the financial aid packages from the other schools. [edited] A girl I go to school with was an undergrad at H. and she said, "Yeah the hard thing was being an undergrad. here- a lot of the kids you're in class with have already published books, or they've traveled around the world doing humanitarian aid work. It's intimidating."
I really thought those kinds of application essays were urban legends, but apparently they exist. And kids are really doing these things, on their parents' dime and errand no doubt, in hopes of securing their spots in Ivy League schools. And I guess I better get used to it if I'm going to be a school counselor.
But really, what is the world coming to?
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