...is what I was thinking as I was lying on my back, on the floor, in the middle of a circle of chairs, in the middle of class today. We were asked to go through an exercise in which we had to become mindful of our bodily awareness in order to 'open our channels of empathy', or 'to become attuned to ourselves in order to be fully congruent', or something equally person-centred.
Anyway, so that was my day in class. Yesterday, I went to interview the first of my potential supervisors--really quick, for those who I haven't explained this to, we are asked to select our own supervisor, with whom we will meet for an hour for every 8 hours of client contact. Anyway, the name I had for this person was 'Orly', which, for me, conjured up the image of a white-haired man in a tweed coat and a plaid bow tie. It turns out, Orly is actually a very nice, 35-ish year old woman. When she met me in her office, the discovery of this fact caused me to blurt out "Oh! I was expecting you to be a man for some reason!" Very smooth, as usual...ugh. In any case, we talked and I really, really liked her, and she seemed to like me too, despite my inaccurate assumption of her gender. I cancelled the other appointments I had made with the other (less-awesome, I'm sure) supervisors, and she is going to be an integral part of my life for the next year. I'm pumped.
Also last night, Chris, his sister Alison, her boyfriend Martin and I went to the Ubiquitous Chip for dinner (that's where Chris works). Anyway, it was amazing and we sat there and talked and ate and had drinks for about 5 hours. Here's something I learned though: when Jay-Z went there, HE DIDN'T TIP! Can you believe it?? I can't!
So, for those of you who know me well, you've probably been subjected to my 'muffin joke'. If not, that's a shame. It's probably the best joke on the planet. HOWEVER, I discovered that the British people have their own version of the joke, and it goes like this:
"So, there was an egg and a sausage frying in a pan, and the sausage turns to the egg and says, 'It's a bit warm in here, isn't it?', and the egg says, 'Bloody hell! A talking sausage!'" Ha HA!
Moving right along...nah, I think that's enough from me. Thanks, mom and dad, for sending my Obama t-shirt (and not burning it). I think if you hold it at a certain angle it kind of looks like him...
Miss you all. xo
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Hey kid-glad that you got the t-shirt. I'm sure that you will wear it, but probably with a sweater over it! It's cold and rainy here. I've got the fireplace on and the warming blanket plugged in!
Sounds like you're getting in touch with your innermost thoughts-I'd probably fall asleep, knowing me. Love Mom
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