Note to the future Amanda:
I've been putting this entry off for a while mostly because 50% of my grand total of 6 readers are overseas right now, making the incentives to blog to be minimal. There has been many emotions that I've felt during the last three weeks. With all the free time that I've been given, I've had numerous opportunities to catch up with friends that I haven't seen in a while. I've taken up jogging OUTSIDE again. Woot! It's so much harder to run outside after being spoiled by the treadmill. I've also taken up the hobby of taking long, romantic walks along Sheppard Ave and I've reacquainted myself with my Gr.11 physics textbook (curses!). Plus I've also finished watching all 24 episodes of Goong and only read one book.
It's been an overly relaxing month of rest. Besides all that stuff, my true intentions for this entry is to give thanks and to serve as a reminder for myself in the future.
As I look back at my past entries, there has been several (published and unpublished) about my PT applications. The whole process, from figuring out what courses to take, to being involved in the 'right' extracurricular stuff, to writing and rewriting my personal essay, to waiting to hear about interviews, to preparing for the interviews, to being at the interview..haa.. you get the point. Looking back, the overriding theme has been trusting and waiting. I'm not sure which one was harder. The past two years has been a learning experience in itself. I can't begin to put down into words how elegantly He orchestrated the events and opportunities to prepare me for this program. I recall studying at school one Saturday and I randomly ran into my high school biology teacher (whom I have not seen for over two years). From there, she got me connected to a PT who had connections with the faculty at one of the schools and was able to give me some tips about the interviews (nothing illegal though..heh). Plus let's not forget my PMS (Prayer Meeting Saturdays) warriors that have been faithful in petitioning for me; the career counsellor at school and many others who offered me to help me with interviews, the friends who edited and re-edited my essay; my verifiers and referees, and the many who encouraged me along the way. There's just so much to be thankful for.
I also recall how horrible I felt after one of the interviews. I had originally signed up for a tour of the department afterwards. However after coming out of that room, I knew that there would be no chance I would get in. Especially considering how competitive that particular school was. It was actually quite depressing. My hair was starting to get frizzy and my grown-up, 'click-click' shoes were killing me. So I left and went home to nap. I know that I've already told this story to many people but I really wanted to blog this to remind myself in the future of what He has done.
So it's been a week since those letters has been sent out. I've been rejected, wait listed by two and got accepted by my first choice (the school with the horrid interview). I can't stop pointing my finger upwards because I know that it was nothing that I had or did that got me the acceptance. For that, I am not only thankful but I am also excited about the next 26 months. I'm excited to see why He wanted me to stay in town. I'm excited about learning the skills in order to become an effective and outstanding PT. I am excited about the people that I will meet and learn those skills with and ofcourse, I'm excited that I won't have to miss anything at home (at church, at home home and friends). Moreover I was reminded that since I believe that this is the will of God for me in the next few years, when I face whatever obstacles during that time, I can always come back to this fact: that God led me to this profession and specifically to learn at this school- so I am going to go all out!
And that is why I had to record these thoughts- as a tangible reminder for myself of what He has done.
It's been an overly relaxing month of rest. Besides all that stuff, my true intentions for this entry is to give thanks and to serve as a reminder for myself in the future.
As I look back at my past entries, there has been several (published and unpublished) about my PT applications. The whole process, from figuring out what courses to take, to being involved in the 'right' extracurricular stuff, to writing and rewriting my personal essay, to waiting to hear about interviews, to preparing for the interviews, to being at the interview..haa.. you get the point. Looking back, the overriding theme has been trusting and waiting. I'm not sure which one was harder. The past two years has been a learning experience in itself. I can't begin to put down into words how elegantly He orchestrated the events and opportunities to prepare me for this program. I recall studying at school one Saturday and I randomly ran into my high school biology teacher (whom I have not seen for over two years). From there, she got me connected to a PT who had connections with the faculty at one of the schools and was able to give me some tips about the interviews (nothing illegal though..heh). Plus let's not forget my PMS (Prayer Meeting Saturdays) warriors that have been faithful in petitioning for me; the career counsellor at school and many others who offered me to help me with interviews, the friends who edited and re-edited my essay; my verifiers and referees, and the many who encouraged me along the way. There's just so much to be thankful for.
I also recall how horrible I felt after one of the interviews. I had originally signed up for a tour of the department afterwards. However after coming out of that room, I knew that there would be no chance I would get in. Especially considering how competitive that particular school was. It was actually quite depressing. My hair was starting to get frizzy and my grown-up, 'click-click' shoes were killing me. So I left and went home to nap. I know that I've already told this story to many people but I really wanted to blog this to remind myself in the future of what He has done.
So it's been a week since those letters has been sent out. I've been rejected, wait listed by two and got accepted by my first choice (the school with the horrid interview). I can't stop pointing my finger upwards because I know that it was nothing that I had or did that got me the acceptance. For that, I am not only thankful but I am also excited about the next 26 months. I'm excited to see why He wanted me to stay in town. I'm excited about learning the skills in order to become an effective and outstanding PT. I am excited about the people that I will meet and learn those skills with and ofcourse, I'm excited that I won't have to miss anything at home (at church, at home home and friends). Moreover I was reminded that since I believe that this is the will of God for me in the next few years, when I face whatever obstacles during that time, I can always come back to this fact: that God led me to this profession and specifically to learn at this school- so I am going to go all out!
And that is why I had to record these thoughts- as a tangible reminder for myself of what He has done.
posted by A Mandar @ 12:31 a.m.
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