This is the last big push.
Tomorrow is the big day to turn in the position paper I've been working on for some time. I've put in two late nights on it. I spent 2 hours on it at school. I spent a couple more hours on it here at home. It is done, and placed in a folder with my stack of references. That was a relief.
I turned my attention to my presentation tomorrow. It is supposedly a group project, but no one has met from our group. Out of five people, one girl volunteered to use her laptop to play a video. That was it. The presentation is supposed to explain what OT is. (April is Occupational Therapy month.) We had five groups for the five senses. My group is doing vision. I just got three blind folds, and a large shirt. I'm taking a teapot, a cup, some teabags, pencils, paper. I'm going to have a volunteer perform three ordinary tasks while blindfolded. After we have a very good laugh (I've got some little tricks up my sleeve to make sure that the person has some trouble with the tasks), we'll talk about what an Occupational Therapist would be doing for our volunteer. I'll give a brief overview of the need for independence that almost all of us have, and that my job will be to help my clients live as normal a life as possible no matter what their disability. Short, sweet, to the point, but entertaining as well.
I have projects I could be working on for next week (the fun never ends!)but I am tired. Beat. I am going to bed and curling up with my latest find at the second hand book store. It is a paperback book, a reprint of 'Malcolm' written by George McDonald, orginally published in 1875. MacDonald was the favorite author of C.S. Lewis. Most intriguing to me? The book has a stamp in it. It was bought at the Keswick Book Shop, Portal House, Bandi St, Nairobi.
The story is interesting, but I find myself longing to know the story of the book itself. How do you suppose that it got all the way to a thrift shop in a small town in northwestern Pennsylvania? Oh, if only that book could talk!