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New semester

Yesterday, I started my third semester of graduate school! Honestly, it's a little crazy how fast all this is going. I'm basically half way through!

I think part of my love of speech pathology comes from the fact that I can have a huge impact on people's quality of life. I understand how important it is for people to take the time to truly care about you and want to help you improve. While I've never had speech or communication issues (besides needing articulation therapy when I was little), having CF has prepared me to be a great speech pathology. I know what I would want in a therapist: someone who listens to me, someone who cares about my physical well being, someone who is always trying to help me improve and is up to date on the latest research for the best treatment options. I know how crucial it is to be kind and compassionate to your clients. Even when I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, I knew I wanted to help people, just like so many of my nurses, therapists, and doctors had done for me. It's cool to see how God intricately weaved my own life story with my passion and my chosen career path. Even when we don't see it, God is always using everything for our good and His glory!! I'm so excited to see what I learn and experience this third semester of grad school. May I never lose sight of Christ's guidance on my life, even in the busyness of the semester!


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