Woot!!!!

All done with classes!

I have next week off to study for finals (and celebrate the opening salvo in the genocide of the American Indian) and then finals the week after that, and then that's the end of the semester!

Where does the time go?

I have, remarkably, managed to pull this semester out of my ass and it's not such a disaster after all - well, pending finals in two weeks. And from the sounds of it? Finals are going to be a BITCH. Even my professors sounded a little surprised when they mentioned how tough their exams were going to be.

I have one final, for advanced clinical skills, that is supposed to be a mock version of the Clinical Competency Exams we take next year. It's based on a clinical vignette that we're supposed to assess, diagnose, treat, measure outcomes and examine all possible aspects and considerations of a person's life including developmental, social, cultural, ethical, research evidence for our interventions, the etiology of the disorder (theorized or otherwise), the manifestations of the behavior and what sustains it in terms of our personal theoretical orientation. And then a bunch of other shit that i won't go into because honestly I can't remember.

Sigh.

And I'm supposed to be able to do this in two weeks. That just sounds crazy to me. And I have four hours to do it. I don't want to do something THAT FEELS GOOD for four hours. But at least I get to use my notes, readings, and DSM for this final. Next year, when this shit's fer realz? I'm supposed to know it cold.

Yikes.

Other than that, I have Intervention (take home/open book - fine), but then I have my psychopathology exam, which is giving me involuntary twitches, and my psychometrics exam, of which I'm in complete denial.

Re: psychometrics. Most of the time, I have no idea what this class is trying to tell me. For instance, please for to translate into English good for me you see, no:

Independence of methods is a common denominator among the major types of validity (excepting content validity) insofar as they are to be distinguished from reliability.

Insofar?? Insofar? Who the hell says that? Independence of methods is a common denominator? Wha-what? These are the things that I try to pare down into manageable chunks, and then eventually have to admit, you know what, I can't make sense of this. I don't know what this word means when you put it next to that word. GAH.



Oh hey, guess who got food poisoning in Seattle? it's what you call - don't eat the mysterious meat and macaroni salad at a picnic held at a deserted airport hangar on an old military base.

But you probably already knew that rule. Smarty pants.