You're so [very] special. I wish I was special.

[judecorp]

Wow. It's been quite a while since I went an entire day without posting, without having gone away on vacation. I just didn't have a single speck of time yesterday.

Wednesday is my early morning at the internship, because I do groups in schools beginning at Whitehall Yearling at 8. Thanks to rush hour, that gets me out of the house at 7:20. Joy of joys. I needed to wrap up some work stuff after my last client (make phone calls, change my voicemail message, close some cases, etc.) and didn't leave work until 5:40pm, which is unheard of for a Wednesday. I got home a little after 6 and had a healthy dinner of chips and salsa, and at 7:30 I sat in on a TKD class.

What is bizarre about this dojo ("Pain does not exist in this dojo, does it?") is that the entire OSU College of Social Work goes there. It is absolutely nutty. The Dean of my effing Master's program is there. And she's a red belt, for crying out loud! But there are other professors in it, too, like my godawful stats professor that we all tried to get fired last year, and Schoolmate Adam, and some other people. It looks like a great deal of fun, so I need to email Schoolmate Jean and see if she wants to sign up with me. I talked to one of the newer people and she seems really nice. Whee! I need to call and figure out how/when to get started.

I got back to my car at 9ish, after talking with Dr. Kondrat (no, I suppose she's "Mary Ellen" inside the dojo) about the Comprehensive Exam. That was kind of funny. I had to call Ms. Mindy back, because she called me while I was watching the class. We talked for about an hour, which was nice. This is me trying to completely not get involved. I told The Girl^TM that I wanted to get together with her next week, and that's cool with her. YAY! I love my Ms. Mindaboo. Boston TIMsters r0xx0r my s0xx0rs!

Speaking of next week, my goodness, we're coming down to crunch time. Coworker Velma and I are leaving tomorrow night to begin driving east, and I have so much to do! Oy.

1. look over material for comps
2. make cheat sheet for comps
3. submit written notice to leasing office
4. mail out taxes
5. call about TKD class
6. go to the bank
7. do laundry
8. find best route from Klumbis to hometown
9. take comps
10. pack for trip
11. leave! (Woot!)

This afternoon is yummy lunch with 356dreamer. Yay! Hey, crena, are we doing anything ice cream related this evening?

Shoot. I have to go on campus and pick something up, too. Bleh!

Sappy girl ramblings here.

My goodness, I love this girl. It is one of the most powerful, profound things I've ever felt. Her touches are electric, just the subtle sensation of skin about to brush against skin quickens my breath. Her words make my stomach somersault and concave. Before she came here last weekend, she said her goal was to make me fall in love with her again. My dear gods - she succeeded right after I picked her up at the airport. I asked her, in a doe-eyed moment of mystery, "How did this happen?" The sweetest answer, "It started with 'Happy Birthday'." *sigh*

Next week, for a few days we're off to Provincetown to soak in some quality ocean-time and even more quality us-alone-time. No parents, no exes, no having to be someone's guest. I'm /really/ looking forward to it. I've never really been taken away like this before - the closest I suppose would be the neat cabin we rented on A's and my honeymoon in the Smoky Mountains. Mmmm - the Cape, the ocean, The Girl^TM, privacy. Heavenly.

One of the users in the columbus community, crazyveigh, posted recently that same-sex relationships are against God because the basis for them is lust, not the love that God intends. Or something like that. I admit I was skimming a bit by the end because I needed to get to TKD. There was a time when reading something like that would make me all fired up in an angry way. Last night it just made me think of a girland the incredible thing we've got, and I smiled.

I say it to her all the time, and I'm genuinely boggled every time I say it: What we have is good. It's so, so good.

Comments

angry social workers?

[biophile6.livejournal.com]

I'm really baffled by the observation that that people interested in social work are also interested in defending themselves. Are they angry? Do they generally as a group want to protect their rights? Are their more libertarians in social work than elsewhere?

Argh. It makes me wonder if the main idea is service, defense, or self empowerment. And then, on top of that, is social work an outlet to "change the world". Of course there will be mission statements. All programs have that. I understood in science that the main reason people did cancer research was that they had a fmaily incident with it. By the same token, do social workers have a history of a social incident?

We all seem to spend our lives reversing the effects of whatever was most painful in childhood. And to a bit of overkill, at that.

Help help, lost in a downward spiral! I thought all social workers were healthy, brilliant angels who only want to assist me with my problems!

Yours,
Mental in Manhattan

Re: angry social workers?

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

*snicker*

Social Work was created on a platform of social activism. The first social workers were grassroots, community organizers. Now it's turned more into a modicum for therapy than action. Poo. :(

For me, personally, the "main idea" or foundation of social work should be empowerment. You can find the Social Work Code of Ethics on www.nasw.org for more info, I'm sure. :)

Mwah!

ok

[biophile6.livejournal.com]

I learned about science writing there, interestingly!

DIfferent link; the website may be:

http://www.naswdc.org/

Re: ok

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Tee hee! You're right. My bad. :)

Re: angry social workers?

[indigodove.livejournal.com]

Hi :-)

I was a social worker for a couple years. My goals were to help people and to empower people to help themselves, so they wouldn't need me.

I often thought about taking up a martial art or self-defense class. The reasons:

1. I went into "bad" areas and had the potential to be in trouble -- had a mugger wanted my purse he would've gotten it easily, but there were other, realistic fears that weren't solved so easily.

2. Honestly, I worked with unstable people. Some were capable of wanting to hurt me. We were taught self-defense once a year, then never used it. I would've liked to keep the skills up ONLY so that I could get myself out of trouble if I absolutely needed to. As it happened, the times I was in trouble involved two different boys who were both small enough that I could handle it.

3. Any kind of regular physical exercise provided me with the much-needed opportunity to blow off some steam. I worked in a frustrating system.

Hope this sheds some light on the situation :) I really hope I don't sound too bitter -- I loved my job, it just had its moments. Any job does :).

Re: angry social workers?

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Yay Lori! :)

Whoo!