Well, it’s official! I’ve earned the “M” and “P” of my graduate program. Now I’m just waiting for that elusive “H” so that I can wear the trio of letters after my name and bear all the responsibilities that accompany it. Term 2 was a whirlwind of papers, learning how to critically analyze, and setting ourselves a foundation for the capstone, which simply is the culmination of our graduate degrees, as we try to apply all that we’ve learned. Even though this term was longer than last term, it feels like I just started. The stress only got worse. Tensions escalated. I think I can speak on behalf of my classmates to say that we definitely felt the pressure to define what our niche was and what was important for each one of us to explore in the the plight to improve the quality of life for those around us, especially in choosing a capstone. So here’s how classes went this term: Continue reading
Yesterday was the first day of my practicum at the Orange County Health Department in Orlando, FL. Among my list of “first days,” it ranks pretty high. Although not much was planned for me, my conversation with one of the public health nurses in the epidemiology department, Karen, helped bring a little perspective into what life is like for a public health worker post-graduate school. Prior to working for the county health department, she had worked as an ER nurse at a hospital in New York City. Quite a large leap. When I asked her which environment she thought to be more stimulating, thought-provoking, and interesting, she surprisingly chose her current job within the epidemiology department. I was pretty flabbergasted, expecting her answer, in her subtle Jamaican inflection, to be “ER, hands down!” As I entered the department, all I saw was a precinct with a standard fare of workplace knicknacks–an unrelenting murmur of copiers, fax machines, and shredders, cluttered desks brimming with beige manila folders to give people a false appearance of preoccupation when really it’s just intense disorganization, and of course, an exuberant amount of anti-bacterial wipes to mop anything and everything under the sun, something I would expect of a department preoccupied with infectious disease. I silently thought to myself she thinks this is more exciting than the hustle and bustle of an ER within the largest metropolitan city in the country? Spilled coffee had to be the extent of “commotion” within this office. Continue reading
Well I’m already halfway through finals week. Saying this just made me realize how much it might come as shock for anyone reading this blog because I’ve done such a bad job of updating my life in school. I’ve been so set on certain issues and exploring the Grenadian context of life, I never filled anyone in on the reason I’m really here: the bars..er…i mean…SCHOOL!