.... then go on internship!"
Not to complain about being misinformed, but 4 years into my doctoral program (which was about 2 years ago now), I learned that clinical psychology is one of the only professions that literally holds your diploma hostage until you complete internship. Even though it's technically often a 'degree in philosophy' (i.e., all you have to do to philosophize is think really hard), clinical psychology demands, nay mandates, that all clinical psychologists complete a 1 year internship at an accredited site. I wont get started on how there are less sites than students (by about 1000) each year.
So, long story short, this is an account of this "internship" voyage... from bitching beginning to finish....
well kinda. I'm actually starting this blog one week after I found out where I'm going. Somehow being matched to "Podunk" USA hit home (like a kick in the gut) how real this all is and I decided that I would start an anonymous blog to keep a record of how I lost my mind... or how I survived.... either way hopefully it's entertaining for my readership... and a tiny distraction for me. I'm going to be far away from everything and everyone I love... and in the middle of a desert (complete with your random tumbleweed blowing across the road and cowboys walking around with guns on their hips... no joke). So, what better way to spend my time than bloggin'? (I'm trying to prepare myself to fit in and regress my language to the country way....)
Please feel free to comment, rant, or laugh at anything or everything I say. Also, please note: I completely anticipate that much of what I write here will be unreasonable and skewed portrayals of a complex, diverse, and unique little town... however... I need somewhere to say what I see... so that I can be the new gal in town who was here for one year and then left.... instead of being the new gal in town who lost her shit and got carried away to the hospital lockdown ward where she used to work! .... and is still here.