so, for those of you who don’t know i have decided, finally, that i am going to go ahead and get my “c’s”. assuming that not many of you are speech pathologists, my “c’s” are actually my ccc or my certificate of clinical competence. one of my student’s receives services from a slp for feeding and swallowing and she and i have been chatting over the last six months about being a slp. it turns out that dena, who is still in graduate school, had many of the same reservations that i had about becoming too much of a white coat clinician. after six months of assuaging my fears, dena has brought me back to a place where i was able to reconsider speech-language pathology as a career. and finally i have settled on that idea and i am very excited about it. so hooray! now i have to take the gre and apply to the school of my choice, portland state university. wish me luck!
i have also decided to sell my car. i have joked about doing this for some time and our other aide actually thought i was being serious and told me that her dad would be interested in buying it from me. so i have given them the right of first refusal. but now the answer to the question, why? why would i sell my car? well, we are moving to portland, a fairly large city with a fairly decent public transportation system. and myself, being the granola crunching/sprout liberal that i am, well i am a firm believer that when public transportation is a viable option then by all means use it. so forseeing that i will be taking the max or a bus whilst living in portland i no longer have the desire or the need to be paying to maintain and insure my car. plus, the 9,000 dollars we can potentially get for it will go a long way. let’s see for that much money we can pay for our move, we can also buy a new couch, we can cover our living expenses until we find jobs and we can save some or blow it all on a spectacular honeymoon…who knows. so as of today, my car is officially going up for sale before we leave tucson…bye car!
dylan and i went to sushi tonight at our favorite mediocre tucson sushi place. we sort of know one of the sushi chefs there, he served us the first time we went, so we were chatting with him and the older chef. the older chef is a cute old japanese guy with a big pot belly and a lot to say. he and dylan chatted in japanese for a while and this cute old guy kept throwing in spanish words like “mucho caliente!” and “mucho cholesterol”. he seemed to have picked up on that one thing and was using it liberally during our conversation. that dining experience nearly completely made up for my turd of a day. and when we left, i think he said “gracias”, but i can’t be sure, he was busy watching baseball and cursing (i think) in japanese at the television. hehe!