~Thankful for passing my RD Exam today. (And I finished it in less than an hour!) Thankful to be an RD.
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~Thankful for passing my RD Exam today. (And I finished it in less than an hour!) Thankful to be an RD.
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Today, I’m thankful…
That I have just three more days before my RD exam
For those of you unfamiliar with the process of becoming a Registered Dietitian, I’ll give you a quick summary. First, a RD-hopeful must complete a qualified Didactic Program in Dietetics (DPD). I completed mine in December of 2007 with a bachelor’s degree in Dietetics from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln (UNL). Second, a RD-hopeful must complete a qualified internship including at least 900 hours of supervised practice. I completed my internship at UNL just this last July. The final step in becoming a Registered Dietitian, then, is passing the Registration Examination for Dietitians (or RD exam). This is our version of med school’s “boards”.
The RD exam is a computer-based test that will test my knowledge in five critical domains of dietetics:
The potential scope of this exam is perhaps best illustrated by the list of references the board recommends potential RD’s review prior to sitting for their exam. The list is twenty-two books long. I own just five of those titles, but that alone is over 3000 pages of information. The texts I own that are analogous to the other suggested references are just as long. So imagine a test that could cover up to 13,000 pages worth of information. Of course, the test won’t be that long. I’ll have a minimum of 125 questions and the test will take somewhere around four hours. But still, I have no way of knowing what information might show up on my exam. Which means I need to review it all (Hah!)
Needless to say, this is slightly stressful.
So today I’m thankful that in three days the stress will be over. The results are scored immediately, so I will know Sunday evening whether I’m an RD.
And, presuming that I pass, I’ll be ready to accrue some CME (Continuing Medical Education) at FNCE (Food and Nutrition Conference and Expo–the American Dietetic Association’s National Meeting) next weekend.
~Thankful for (almost) guilt-free skipping today. With one week to go before my RD Exam (and 60 lab reports to grade), I knew I needed to get down to business. So I skipped the Sunday school prayer hour, choosing instead to spend some time in the Word at home. And I skipped the Precinct meeting of the Republican party (Mom and Dad will have to catch me up later.) And I skipped Life Chain (Probably the second time I’ve missed it since it began.) And I’m currently skipping a movie night at church.
I don’t feel bad at all. I spent some hard-core time with my MNT text–and am feeling much more prepared for my exam.
I’d never even thought of skipping. I don’t skip things. Especially not church things. Or political things. I go. to. everything.
But yesterday, my Dad told me that I had “permission” to not attend the precinct meeting–and it suddenly hit me. I don’t HAVE to attend everything. Not right now, when I’ve got too much on my plate already. I don’t have to attend things just because they show up in the church bulletin or in my mailbox.
Thankful for the realization–and thankful for all the work I managed to get done on my quiet day while everyone else was attending the stuff I skipped.
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Several years ago, I picked up an etiquette book from the 1920s at a garage sale. I’ve rifled through it every now and then, but haven’t really read it–at least, not until just recently.
What I’ve found has been most entertaining.
Some things stay the same, other things change.
In a chapter on dinner parties, the author suggests the following as an acceptable way of taking leave:
“Good-night, Mrs. Carr. I must thank you for a perfectly delightful evening.”
To which the hostess may reply:
“We were glad to have you, I’m sure, Mrs. Roberts.”
Perfectly polite in the ’20s. Ridiculously snarky in the next millennium.
Just read the sarcasm: “I must thank your for a perfectly delightful evening.” “We were glad to have you, I’m sure.”
Ah, the differences between then and now.
I know I’m just complaining and I know I ought not. But seriously. Something is wrong with my life. I just wish I knew what.
I’m beyond tired. I’m exhausted.
I’m impatient. I want to be done with my RD exam, done with my grading, done with this infernal Master’s degree. I want to be on to a job search, a house search, a family.
I feel like I’m piddling around, wasting time. I don’t have any time to do anything I want to do–and I don’t seem to be getting any closer to being able to do what I want to do.
I’m just here. Tired. Overworked. Frustrated. Impatient.
God, are You listening?
Help!
Today I’m thankful…
And I’m thankful for a few positives, too. Today, I’m also thankful…
Every so often, I’m tempted to get a big head. Like when yet another woman from my department remarks on what a great teacher I am. Like when the guy in front of me in biochemistry thinks I’m a Ph.D. student. Like when another classmate in biochem thinks I’m a professor (really?)
Then I try to take a more objective look at things. So I’m a good teacher. Maybe I am. But it’s not by any personal merit. I love teaching, I love the material, I love imparting knowledge. It makes me come alive. But this is what teaching does to me, not what I do to it.
And why would people think I’m so much smarter than I am? No idea. But it’s just an illusion. I look put together. I sound like I know what I’m talking about. I ask questions to clarify what the professor said to make sure that I’m understanding the information correctly. Not that I’m actually that smart. A Ph.D? Even a Ph.D. student?
Not that I haven’t thought about it. But, truth is, I’m a (2nd year) Master’s student who’s currently overwhelmed by school and hasn’t even written her thesis proposal.
In the euphoria of teaching, I consider the further education to be just a tiny hurdle to overcome. But when I come off the buzz, even just finishing my master’s seems insurmountable.
The thousand dreams compete with one another for first place, and I think in a moment of stillness: maybe I’ll just drop out of school and get married and spend the next ten years barefoot and pregnant.
Problem is, I want to do that and STILL have the master’s degree, and get to teach, and run a church-based community center, and have a ginormous library, and write the great American novel, and bike across the state of Nebraska, and be a world traveler, and be a lactation consultant, and be a doula, and be a player in the political scene, and, and, and…
I’m caught in the difficult middle between a fierce pride that wants to do everything well and a false modesty that states that I do nothing so well as I’d like.
C.S. Lewis suggested that a truly humble man would be quite unprepossessing, not at all interested in what others thought of him, far more interested in others themselves. I am definitely not that humble man. I care way too much about where I fall on my own and others’ charts. I’m proud to have topped theirs, humiliated that I have fallen so short of my own. Neither is anywhere near humility.
~Thankful for the opportunity to enjoy a Saturday night making cake with my sister and listening to an audiotape version of Eragon. I’m glad God made us sisters!



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I have discovered php and it is AMAZING!
Too bad this web design stuff doesn’t really tie into my profession that much, ’cause I’m really building my arsenal.
I’m proficient in HTML and CSS, can do a smattering of xHTML and Javascript, and am in the process of learning PHP.
A classmate asked me on Thursday why I kept calling myself a nerd (apart from the obvious: annually celebrating Bilbo and Frodo’s birthday.)
I threw out a few things (copious reading, blog keeping, etc.)–but here’s another piece of proof: I just spent over two hours searching through the script for my new PHP driven web-design to find the bug that was messing up my formatting.
I found the bug–finally!–so now Version 9 is rolling out.
Of course, like with the many versions before, the roll-out may be slow. I only have so many hours in the day to work on things (and I shouldn’t GENERALLY be up at 2:45 am still working on web design!)
But the amazing power of PHP is that it should be a snap to adjust to version 10 if and when it comes out. (I wouldn’t hold my breath for that one!)
So, having shared the latest evidence of my nerdiness (and some really cute pics of me as a baby), I will bid you goodnight!
Today I’m thankful:
I’m also thankful:
And then there are the not-so-quantifiable things I’m thankful for: