Week one: Success.

As of today, I've contributed 25 hours towards my summer internship.  Although I'm not even close to being finished, I feel like I've learned a lot.  

Until this week, I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do with my degree--or if my degree would even be useful to me in the future.  I'm a pretty indecisive person.  I've been at University for three years, and have changed my major five times.  Awesome, right?  Well, this week everything clicked.  I love working with the elderly--and (gasp) I'm actually good at it!  With this in mind, I want to pursue Geriatric Social Work.  

This week, I've worked in the memory care facility at an assisted care center.  Everyone in this facility is struggling with some form of Dementia, and need a lot of special attention.  I've grown to love each of my residents, individually--even though they usually don't remember me from day to day.

Here's a (particularly bloated and unflattering) picture of me and one of my new friends.  Resident C and I are very close.  Apparently, I look a lot like her daughter.  She calls me her baby and loves to hug me and dance with me.  Yesterday, I saw her sitting on the couch and approached her.  She had great big tears welled up in her eyes--so I tried to comfort her.  It turns out that she was crying because she thought yesterday was my birthday, and felt bad for not making me a cake.  I assured her that I loved her, and that she didn't need to worry about the situation anymore.  Minutes later, we were dancing and singing together.

I love my new job.