So eight months later, I’m still alive, much like the undergraduates I’ve been working with. And I’m about to graduate myself. It’s been a tough, rough, year. Or few years, maybe. It’s May now — sounds spring-like, but it’s definitely still snowing here. School is out, and I’m working 3/4 time at the state hospital, which I love so far. Technically I graduate this week, and also technically not, because I have a couple more months of internship left. In September you can call me Dr., though. Which is totally freaking weird. And awesome.
Things: I should be excited about graduating, but instead I am more worried about fitting into a dress that I bought for graduation (and eternity) six months ago. The truth is that I have gained about 35 lbs getting this degree. I would like to think it’s like having a kid. But it’s not. And the weight shames me. I’m going to be a doctor! And yet my weight makes me fret like I’m Barbie trying to maintain something I never attained. Fuck this. I am too feminist and pro- health-at-any-size for this. And yet it gets to me, that number on the scale / dress size. Bleh, fuck, bleh.
I love Montana, its glacier-carved landscape… It’s like Colorado, only once you pass through one mountain range and valley, there’s another… and another… and another. And it’s so green. I miss the desert, sometimes, but on the whole this is amazing. Everyone: move here. Only not into the sprawly suburbs of Bozeman…
But the sprawly suburbs of Bozeman do kind of look like this (from the Target parking lot):
And this (not really a suburb at all, but part of Yellowstone National Park, not far away):
& come visit.