Boo Yah!

Alrighty. So next year I get to actually feel like a psychologist. I'll still just be a therapist / intern by true definition, but I'll finally be working full time in psychology and getting paid for every minute of it. No more of this practicum / "the training is your pay" stuff. 

So where will I be? I found out yesterday that I'll be interning with the San Bernardino Department of Behavioral Health (DBH) from July 1 2009 through June 30 2010. I was placed with my first choice of rotations there: the forensic and outpatient mental health program. This means that I'll spend half of my year either working with the juvenile hall/courts system doing mental health intakes, crisis assessments, and some therapy, or working in a day treatment center for conditional release criminals. At this center the individuals are court-mandated to comply with treatment by taking their prescribed meds and attending therapy sessions as well as just spending time at the center during the day (can be 2-7 days per week depending on their release conditions). The other half of the year I'll be doing therapy and psychological assessments with patients within one of the many outpatient clinics in the San Bern. county system. I'll find out where sometime between now and July.  :)

So, a year of paid, APA accredited internship awaits me. I get to graduate next year. Life is good.

Drumroll please...

I MATCHED!!!!!!!!! I don't find out where until Monday, but I know that I get to graduate a year from now! YAAAAAAYYYY!

3.5 more days!!!

Only three and a half more days until I find out if I got an internship for next year. AAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!

every 6 months or so...

I just got back from the ARC (Anteater Recreation Center) where I participated in my bi-yearly basketball game. I say that because as great as it would be to play once or twice a week, I only seem to manage to drag my butt over to the gym every six months or so. I think if I were able to get a few more games in each week that I wouldn't feel like I was going to pass out and die of exhaustion, collapsed lungs, or (is is possible?) a face that is simply way too red.


I got a compliment of "good hustle" from one of the guys I played with tonight. For any non-athletes out there, this phrase is code for "You only shot two-for-seven, but at least you didn't just stand around. I guess you're not as big of a loser as you could be." (Maybe not quite that harsh, but something like that.)

Then I got home and (after a 30-minute coughing fit; still trying to shake off the residual effects of a cold from a couple weeks ago) took a jog with Kira around our apartment complex. It was a nice night. (The calm before the rain storm that's supposed to hit tomorrow.)

It doesn't hurt that the Lakers won again either.

Out of my hands

On Saturday night I finally certified my rankings for the 7 internship programs I interviewed with. It's nice to finally have washed my hands of it, and know that my future is now solely in God's hands. I feel like I did the best I could, and now I just have to wait until February 20th to find out if I got placed, and February 23rd to find out where. Wheeeew.