And then the first week of class was over.

Monday we had OT orientation.  No much to report on there.  My classmates are 35 ladies and 5 gentlemen.  Don't ask me names, yet.  The professors and the 2nd years kept saying the program was going to to hard, but not to stress out!  Not helpful. 

Tuesday was the first day of classes.  Going over the syllabus plural... syllabi, syllabuses?  Tuesday is an extremely long day, with 3 classes spanning from 10am to 7pm.

Wednesday I had my first cadaver lab.  When our professor was talking about the respect we should be giving the cadavers, I thought I would cry.  He's a very nice professor.  Looking at the cadaver was much less of an emotional or physical reaction than I would have expected out of myself.  The hand is what really looked human, because it still had skin and finger nails.  Lab is going to be fun.  I think.  I really like that there are 8 of us in lab, which is a much more reasonable group to get to work with than 40. 

Thursday the reality of the workload I was undertaking finally set in.  Did some good studying and then went to Lou's Little Corner Bar with friends.  Was drunk for the first and not the last time in the fine city of Pittsburgh.

Friday we had a first year health studies interdisciplinary meeting OT, PT, PA, nurses, and psych.  There was a guest speaker who was quadriplegic.  It was nice.  Than I came home and read for hours and hours.  Carol and I fixed the toilet by safety pinning the chain to the plug.  You are very impressed with our mechanical skills. Carol took me with her to go out with the U of Pitt Anthropologist at Hemingway Bar.  The inside of the bar did not match my expectation based on the outside of the bar.  There was one TV that was tuned into the Baylor/ TCU game. I wanted to have the tv switched to the State game, of course.  But another table was watching that game. Boo. Regardless State (and Baylor) did win and Carol's classmates seem like more than decent enough folks. 

Today I already woke up at 8am.  Showered, did some reading.  Reading parent's testimonials about having babies with special needs makes me cry.  Going to Pamela's in the strip for brunch with Carol soon.

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