Friday, July 31, 2009

disillusioned haiku

one thing that I've learned:
"doctor of philsophy"
doesn't mean you're smart

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


Sometimes I have these bursts of creative energy that just have to come out somehow.  I get really inspired by God's creation and by artists, and despite my perceived lack of actual talent (and the fact that I have other things that I should be doing), I just have to create something. Today, I decided to become a painter.  

Monday, July 13, 2009

featuring... me!

I've gotten a lot of etsy love lately! Most recently, Danielle featured my shop (and a few others) in this video!  I've been in a lot of treasuries (a lot for me, anyway) lately too, so while I'm at it, I'm going to share some of those, too. :)  Thanks to everyone who has featured my stuff! I'm up to 20 sales now!

By the way, if any of these photos tickle your fancy, you should check out this "secret" coupon for my shop! :)

rocket [wo]man

"...and all this science, I don't understand. It's just my job five days a week..."
-Elton John

I really do love psychology, but sometimes I feel very disconnected from the world of academia. I want to understand people and to know how to help people, but some days it feels like the stuff I spend my time doing has very little to do with any of that. Sometimes grad school feels like some sort of silly obstacle course, and instead of teaching us what we need to know, it tests to see how badly we want to know, then releases us out into the world with a degree that qualifies us to figure it out on our own.

I was thinking the other day about my first day at Pathways, when I didn't even realize what I had been hired to do. I was passively observing a group therapy session, and Vicki, my boss, abruptly asked me to take the uncooperative kid next to me into the other room for an individual session. I was shocked and terrified, and I felt like I was mostly making stuff up as I went along. It turned out to be one of my best sessions, actually, but the whole time, I just kept thinking about how unqualified I was to do what I was doing. And yet... after a year (almost) of grad school, I can't think of anything that I know now that would've made me any more prepared or less freaked out about that situation. That's not to say I haven't learned anything; I've learned some research things and some theories and such, but hardly anything that really translates into how to be a therapist.

Maybe next year.

Friday, July 10, 2009

elegy for the king of pop

Billy Jean isn't my lover either,
And I don't know if Annie's okay,
And I realize that I didn't know him,
But I really miss MJ today.

In dance class, my goal was to be just like him,
And I did learn "Remember the Time,"
But I never could do isolations (or moonwalks)
The way Michael did in his prime.

Back then, when he asked, "Will you be there?"
I felt strongly compelled to say, "Yes,"
For it seemed that the world didn't get it
And instead caused this great man distress.

Even so, he told us that we are the world,
And also that we can heal it,
And now that he's gone it seems silly to say,
But his spirit's still here. I can feel it.

Monday, July 6, 2009

frustrated grad student haiku

is the epitome of

sums up how I feel right now:
this is meaningless!

Saturday, July 4, 2009

juxtaposed haiku

of stripes and rusty faces
is funny looking

Friday, July 3, 2009

flatland haiku

there are no hills here
mountains used to protect me
I feel so exposed