Printed off this beauty the other morning. Sometimes, we just need to let life happen, and things fall into place. My Dr. appt is on Tuesday. I’m nearly caught up on my FF1 Lectures. Yes, sometimes we get ahead of ourselves. Advertisements
There I sat, stunned and bewildered, staring blankly at the computer screen. Why wouldn’t it accept my application? I’d done everything the paper had instructed me to do! Just a few short days before, I’d finished my EMT practical exam. Anxiety had squeezed my chest as I followed the director into a side room to… Continue reading Without a Clue
I can’t describe it. It’s that thrill in your chest as you barrel down a water slide, wind slapping your face, clinging tightly to the inner tube. It starts to tip, and reality is suspended until the faded rubber once again splashes down and rests firmly on it’s tracks. Your breath comes out in a… Continue reading 18, eh? How’s It Feel?
Yes, that’s me holding a baby bunny. It was soft, and scared, and it I immediately adored it. And in case you were wondering, yep, those are EMT pants, and I was indeed riding along that day. The sun was just touching the horizon, after a rather slow 10 hours spent hopping around town testing… Continue reading I finished!
This blog is incorrect. Misleading and flat out lying to you. See, no longer is this blogger a highschool EMT student. I am, in fact, neither of those things. As of May 6th, I have finished highschool. As of April 13th, I am a licensed EMT. Yeah, I think it sounds weird, too. So will … Continue reading I’ve stopped apologizing
Tonight, my hands are stained with grease, my clothes are littered with dust, and my hair is a frizzy mess. I’m hardly fazed by my appearance, though. Underneath the dirty nails and wet boots, my heart beats proudly. For a short time tonight, I stopped worrying about college financial aid and dropped whatever else has… Continue reading Why dirty hands equal a happy heart
The phrase, “If he can do it, so can I” never held much meaning for me growing up.In my house, it didn’t matter if the whole neighbourhood was doing something; if mom didn’t approve, you weren’t doing it. End of story. So it wasn’t until I found myself in the back of ambulance, listening to… Continue reading If He Can Do It…