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Why Social Work

Posted on: Saturday, March 24, 2012

As you probably have heard, I plan to start graduate school in the fall (at Baylor!), to get my masters in social work. I'm not sure if everyone quite knows why, though, why social work.
I arrived at social work in a very natural, progressing way. I started out at AU a business and international service double major, and ended up at Pitt at a psychology and anthropology double major. Junior year I thought I'd maybe become the next/real life Bones. At the end of senior year, with a couple different psych research jobs completed and having been a psych tutor, I was definitely headed more towards a psychology profession. My interests were broad and I loved the extremes; biopsychology was as cool as cultural anthropology to me, and I saw that it was all related and all mattered. I wanted to use my knowledge and interest in people to help them. I think this was always my intent, I just didn't know it was called "social work." Don't ask me how I ever thought it was called "marketing," though.

I've considered being a Teacher. But I really don't know what I'd teach; I'm not passionate enough about English or Social Studies or Math to teach only that every day. With social work, I can teach something different every day, something essential, life skills and things some kids don't get taught at school or at home. I will also be learning myself.

I've considered becoming a Doctor or a Psychologist but there's no way I wanted to be in school for that many years, and the hassle of getting re-licensed in different states ins't practical for a military wife. Becoming a social worker in the next two years, I can promote health, physical and mental wellness, and help people with their medical issues that might otherwise go untreated.

I still think it would be cool to be a real life Bones, and I am probably more comfortable tucked away in a lab with dead bone, but I'd like to help the living in a more immediate way. And I know what such a lab would smell like (not awesome). With social work I plan to take an interdisciplinary approach, and to me, incorporating knowledge of what a fall down the stairs looks like versus a blow from another person looks like makes sense.

Growing up I wanted to be a dolphin trainer. I don't think social work is going to do much for me there, but we can't have everything! (And keeping dolphins in captivity is bad anyway.)

Social work allows me to be everything I really want to be, with the hope that I can help to do the same for others.

Honestly, the thought of the things I could do in my future scares me. The idea that I could influence an individual's decisions, a child's life, a family's direction, does not sit entirely comfortable with me. I don't see how it could with anyone. Who am I to know what is best? Who am I to have a say? I learned at PATH that sometimes the kids would take what I said to them to heart, and sometimes it would go in one ear and out the other. Both responses intimidate me.

But then I remember that on the other side, I am strong. I am competent, thoughtful, and strong. And there are those who are stronger than I am but can't even see their own strength, or have had it beat out of them. I want to reintroduce them. There are those who were never taught the basics, whether that is how to read or how to properly bathe yourself or what love should look like. I want to teach them. There are those who are just bad, bad people hurting other people and themselves. I want to stop them.

I know this all sounds very idealistic and unrealistic. But trust me, I'm heading into this with a good dose of reality as well (envisioning mountains of paperwork). I think to be a social worker you can't be an unrealistic dreamer. You can't think that you can save everyone, save the world. You can't blow up a bunch of balloons, grab a hold and expect to be carried away(though Up was really good). Some balloons will pop. Some will escape your hold and dart away. Some will slowly deflate and drag on the ground. Some will be impossible to inflate from the beginning even if you try until your cheeks are sore. Balloons can be so strong and light and full yet so quick to pop, destroy and discard. I think people can be like balloons. They rise and fall.  Even the strong ones only last so long. But, there is strength there.

I think to be a social worker, you have to know all this, accept all this, and witness all this every day, and still not give up.

I am confident in my skills and the ones I will build. I am certain that I will be continually learning, educating, questioning, caring, experiencing waves of being disheartened and uplifted. I am content with the reality I face and knowing I can't save the world. I would like to spend some time making it a little bit better, though.

{find images here}

The Husband

Posted on: Friday, March 23, 2012

First, he lets me wear his clothes when I get cold. I could wear my own, but his are usually in piles several locations about the house with easy access. :)

Then, he comes home from being at work for twelve hours with treats. (he brought some for himself too)

And then we order me some much needed new Vibrams, and get $17 off with his REI membership!
YAY! I am really excited about the shoes.

I thanked him by spilling his beer. That won't do.

Happy weekending!

Cat in a Tree

The cats quite like this tree in our backyard; there is a bird nest high up above. They've grabbed on and clung to it before, but the other evening Darwin really got into climbing it.










I'm Going to...

Posted on: Thursday, March 22, 2012


:)
I'm excited!
More on this to come.

March Photo a Day, 11-20

11. Someone you Talked to - texty text
12. Fork - salad lunch while reading a postcard from Australia
13. A sign - Kyle forgot his dog tags the day before, so I hung them from the mirror and left a note for him to remember the next day. 
14. Clouds - The sky was pretty much all clouds.
15. Car - I think this was us driving to Specs to stock up on St. Patty's alcohol.
16. Sunglasses - Not actually sunglasses, but my pair of IMAX 3D glasses in Austin.
17. Green - Husband in his green shirt. Also green pillows back there.
18. A Corner of your Home - Not the prettiest corner, but the Pens were on! In Texas!
19. Funny - Rewatching The Office.
20. Before/After - Stormy morning, calm afternoon. I used the PicFrame app to split the photos.
See days 1-10 here.

Wednesday Wedding: What to do when Your Betrothed Really Doesn't Give A S#*@

Posted on: Wednesday, March 21, 2012

I was going to title this post: "What to do when Your Betrothed Really Doesn't Give a S#*@, or is Deployed to Iraq, or, Let's Be Honest, a Little Bit of Both," but I thought that was maybe a tad too specific. 
And I wanted people to read the post.

I'm not going to throw Kyle under the bus and say that I truly believe he doesn't care a smidge how our wedding is, because I know he cares (about some things. like that there not be an abundance of neon pink table linens, for example, and that there be alcohol), and he can be a good sport about things, but I am going to tell you that when I asked how he wanted our wedding to be, his reply was "a good time" and he sent me a link to this song. In a way that told me all I needed to know, "all I needed to know" being that I was pretty much on my own with this one.

Here are a few tactics to use when you are planning a wedding with a guy who is, well, not.
  1. Make threats. He loves you. He asked you to marry him. There are surely things that would be lacking in his life without you in it. Use that to your advantage.
  2. Be creative. Crying about it may work in the short term, but after he comforts you, apologizes and offers up a tidbit of helpful information (he'd like to eat beef at some point in the wedding), he's going to go right back to being completely useless. He is sneaky that way. Don't be vulnerable. Be creative.
  3. Scare Him. Yes, scare him into helping you. Here's what you do: you get together plans for a fake wedding, a scary wedding, all things he (/everyone) will hate. I'm talking horrible dress (think leopard print), horrible colors (black glitter, neon pink/orange, and a gold so brown it looks like excrement), horrible food (all soup buffet), and maybe give it a theme, something like "care bears," "Twilight," or "fairy dust;" heck just combine all three.
  4. Shut it Down. By which I mean, shut his laptop, and sit on it, facing him, and refuse to get up until he gives you what you need, a guest list, list of songs he wants to be played, ideas for the menu, or what have you. Hm? The computer isn't your fiance's biggest distraction in life? Well then I can't help you.
  5. Stew in silence, and take comfort in the fact that you will have this to hold over him for the rest of your undoubtedly blissful marriage.
I hope these tips have been helpful. 
.......

But really, I write this in jest.
 Keeping in mind that things are often funny because they are at least a little bit true. 

I was prompted to write this when last week, a friend sent me a message saying she was having trouble getting her fiance to provide her with guest information from his side of the family/friend spectrum, asking me for advice on what to do. I smiled and laughed a little, because this situation sounded all too familiar. (This is one thing though, that you really can not do without your fiance. He needs to tell you who from his side is going to be invited, and gather addresses for you. This is not your job. If he does nothing else to help, this is the one thing he needs to do.) I was happy to find that in hindsight I could laugh about the trials and tribulations of wedding planning, and thought I'd share with you.

And joking aside, sometimes he's just not that into it, and you're just going to have to work with that as best as you can. Unless you have a miraculous anomaly of a man to whom you are engaged, or you yourself are a saint of a woman. Sometimes I'm not into it either, and it's ok to take breaks from planning. I am lucky Kyle isn't both super picky and not helpful; I can imagine that would be a torturous combination.

Some real advice?
Don't throw too much at them at once. Ask for their input regarding very specific issues, one at a time (for example, the other day Kyle and I discussed what ties the guys should be wearing. And that's enough for this week.). Accept that some things he's not going to care about, and trust that you know him well enough to be able to take his unvoiced opinions into consideration. Depend on your bridesmaids and family for input; they are much more reliable in this regard and, assuming you've chosen wisely, more excited about the planning process than your future husband might be. 

If all goes well, you will end up with a pretty pretty wedding, and smiles all around.

Spring

Posted on: Tuesday, March 20, 2012


Happy first day of Spring! I wanted to dress brightly for the occasion (this is a dress I found at the thrift shop in Austin). We were put on a flood watch yesterday, and were hit with a huge storm through the night (Texas has really big, loud, boisterous storms, I've noticed), so it was looking more grey and depressing earlier, but has slowly turned bright and cheerful out. I'm OK with some rainy, cooler weather, though, as I'm not certain that spring exists in Texas. (Spring in Pennsylvania I like. Spring in PA means "doing" homework outside by the Cathedral, and not wanting to go to class, and rain, yes, definitely in Pittsburgh, but also really nice days with friends, maybe getting your ears pierced, maybe talking to strangers.) Unless Texas spring is just the miserable, humid heat we've been having. Or maybe spring was those few really nice days we had in the middle of "winter." I don't know. I don't know your weird ways Texas. But for all intents and purposes, spring is here!

{all images found on my Pinterest}

Also, the google doodle today is Marimekko, Finnish design!

Saint Paddy's

Posted on: Monday, March 19, 2012

Ours was pretty chill. For brunch I tried this recipe for Baileys pancakes, and they were not that great. They were thick and weird. Oh well. Kyle ate all of his, at least. I ate my eggs and a pancake and a half, and fed some bacon to the kittens. We did laundry, and made an awesome Shepherd's pie for dinner. We cooked the meat/vegetable mixture in Guinness, and it was delicious. Oh, and I tried my first Irish Car Bomb, failed miserably, and learned I am terrible at chugging. For shame.




 We stocked up on (Irish) alcohol a few days ago. Really stocked up.

Our attire. Though it was super hot (Texas!!!) and I didn't wear this for long. I changed maybe 3 times through the day. But my nails were green the whole time! 






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