This week has just kind of flown by quick. Let's see...it was a week of:

• 4th year formal welcome and introductory scare
  
• IELTS 'Training' aka bitch-talking, Mentos-stealing amongst 40-yr old women
  
• Sweaty necks and hair during cervical PPIVMs and mobilisation
  
• "I need more receptors along the lateral surface of my index finger"
  
• Loving the Guy Zito
  
• BRAN NUE DAE with the Sarah Wong and John Lee. Wants a KOMBI VAN and NOT one of those trees...
  
• Dr. Sherburn playing pole-dancing music (her fave) then parading in front of 80+ soon-to-be physios demonstrating how an exercise class should be carried out. Getting us all up to join her in her antics. Clapping to the beat of the music.
  
• Realising there are a hell of a lot of assignments to get through these 5 weeks - global assignment, exercise video, exercise assignment, ethics essay, reviewing an ethics application, MCQ stats test - and that I may not have a life yet again
  
• More group work.
  
• 8am prac classes again
  
• My new phone sock
  
• 3-hour ethics and psychology seminar. THRIVE, do not
  languish.
  Dr. McLeod telling us to look after ourselves before others. Self-care is important. Alone time too.

If every week was like this, this year, I would be happy. Though I know things are only going to get tougher. Get through this year and graduate, but be happy and thankful for the things that happen along the way - after all, which other course has a crazy 50-year-old woman deep-squatting, arms waving and stepping to the tune of pole-dancing music, reporting that her shin nearly gave way, but kicking along anyway, for a demonstration at 11 in the morning. Welcome to final year physiotherapy.