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Ha ha ha, bang bang (while waving gun hands in the style of a wild cowboy with a mix of Shooter McGavin)! This is a story of the feathery floating feeling of being on spring break. Upon rocking four tests this week and finishing the first half of my first semester in PT school, there is a great feeling of doable…ness. I didn’t know what it would look like, but I am actually enjoying the road to my degree, not just getting through. I leaned to a friend last week during lecture and said “isn’t it great we get to listen to lectures on muscular pathologies? I mean, what if we had to be suffering through differential equations? (no offense mistuh blian)”. He thought I was kidding, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t. I smile at the glimpse of the joy that has had a tendency to fall asleep in years past; David, I wade with you.

So we took a physical therapy retreat for a couple days last week. Yes, a graduate school retreat, complete with team building exercises and the creation of flags that represent our “culture”. I found out during the flag presentations that I AM a minority as I didn’t have a large “roll tide” logo and obligatory cross in the middle of my poster. During this retreat, I was telling my Jamaican friend Camille about a swinging bridge over the river we should check out. She urged me to take her on a date there after our lunch. All in all, it was a very relaxed and fun date, we connected on levels never dreamed of on a first date. When we got back to the main cabin our friends inquired about our whereabouts accompanied with inter-race dating jokes such as “once you go black you never go back”. She stood by my side with a sense of pride. Its important to know that she is sarcastic and engaged.

I know the original blogging structure has phased out recently, but it is 1100 am and I am sitting in the downtown starbucks loft with J-me and Franny. i am currently reading Beloved, a story about the heaviness of the past, and Fear and Trembling, a book mocking our cheap understanding of faith. as hinted earlier my spirit feels light and hopeful. oh, and there happens to be a super cute Italian baby strutting his stuff around the loft at this very moment, his father watches with a proud eye as baby goes about his business knocking things over and squeeling. I can respect the freedom of spirit encouraged by this parenting technique. Friends, I think we can learn much from this baby. My charge to you is… go out, live big. stomp your feet of change. knock over things, especially other people on the way to getting what you want. yell loudly to those who don’t think your way is the best way. if you go down, go down laughing.