Sick of Being A Student
In approximately three weeks, our last clinical will be over and we will be on our way to graduation and being a real PT. In the meantime, I got this email/poem from a friend of mine, who is less-than-thrilled with his final clinical rotation. Enjoy.
(Let me just cover my bases before you read below- I love my clinical, couldn't be happier with my CI, and am truly enjoying every minute of my experience in Arizona.)
Roses are red
I can no longer lie
I can't stand my clinical
Or my CI.
I can't be myself
I can't stand old people
I hate dealing with urine
And everything fecal.
I can't wait til the end
It can't come soon enough
These last three weeks
Will surely be rough.
I am worked to the bone
Yet do not get paid
It's the life of a student
I sure got it made!
I can give it my best
Yet can do nothing right
The light at the end
Does not seem so bright.
But in a few weeks
I shall be free
I can treat how I want
Once more, I'll be me