"Surviving life’s plot twists with yarn, loud worship music, and a stubborn streak of hope."

I heard back from CT, the Placement Coordinator for Barrie, and I need to complete 125 hours. My schedule will be discussed directly with my host. Scrubs are dependent on the host’s preferences, and Lord, oh my, do I hope and pray they’re not strict about it. I’ve ordered grays, a green shade, dark gray, and black scrubs from Scrub Canada using the funding provided to me by Better Jobs Ontario.

Sadly, veterinarians are refusing placements for MOAs—that one stung a bit. CT has been cold calling places, and I give her lots and lots of props, prayers, and well wishes. Not only is she doing this, but she’s also enrolled in a hairstyling program at a sister college. That’s no small feat.

I’m currently working on filling out a form for Niagara Regional Sexual Health for an Unpaid Student Placement Request (Children’s Services).

My placement runs from August 4th to September 5th, and I’ve been told I’m there to learn and listen. But try telling that to my mind—it just spins and ping-pongs to twenty other thoughts and concerns. Thankfully, it’s only twenty things now; it used to be a far greater number.