When I got in high school I started observing Occupational Therapist's and quickly decided that that's what I wanted to do with my life. It was just the perfect health profession job for me. No clean up or blood...hopefully. Regular daytime hours. Great pay. I was sold. I knew what I wanted.
Honey and I both went to junior college taking many of the same classes together. About a year in we decided to get married and the rest is history. I worked while he went to school and when he graduated I tried and tried to get into a local Occupational Therapy Assistant program. Because I was out of the district my name was way down the list. I tried for three years. THREE YEARS people! And then finally I decided to take things in my own hands. I lied on my application form giving them a friend's address who happened to live close to the school. I even went as far as changing my driver's license address just in case. I was desperate. I wanted in soooo badly.
Have a blessed day.
These paintings have nothing to do with my post. Just haven't added them to my Etsy store yet. If you are interested in buying one email me:)