So, sweet friends, sorry for being MIA as of recent but I got very caught up with my “wrap-up week” at school and review for my boards exam AND … GRADUATION DAY. Yes, people after 3 years of undergraduate education in exercise science and 2 years of didactic graduate education and 1 year of clinical rotations for physical therapy, paying tuition to work 40 hours/week, I finally can call myself Dr. Kendra-lynn Kohanski, DPT. Now, the only thing standing in the way of me and my professional practice is my boards exam in July. Every exam, practical, and internship has led up to this one 250 question exam. No pressure, right?
Stress for boards aside, this journey has been full of lots of tears, some laughs and
amazing celebrations, thousands of cups of coffee, several bottles of wine, and most importantly… a new set of friends that have become family. To help some of you understand what PT school is like, I want to use an anecdote my friend Lacey Young used during her commencement speech at our hooding ceremony: Imagine you are all packed and ready to hike this enormous mountain, you have your backpack filled and your permits in place, when a man walks up next to you. You ask if he is to hike the mountain as well. He replies, “No, you’re going to drag me up the mountain” and he throws himself on the ground. So for 3 years, you are dragging this heavy man up this mountain. There are plenty of times you want to give up and leave him in a tree, but no matter how much you drop him and sigh and say you give up… you keep going back, picking him up, and continuing to drag him up this steep incline. Then, when you make it to the top, he says, “I thought we’d never make it,” and you look around in amazement that you’re still alive, though thoroughly exhausted. Thank you again, Lacey, for using your wonderfully creative analogy skills to make our graduation worthy of our journey up this great, tall, rocky, beautiful mountain.
I have grown both personally and professionally throughout my time in graduate school. Part of this has been the professors who have mentored me, the friends I have made, the loved ones that have remained supportive, and the boyfriend who has taught me to stress out a little less about the small things. I am no longer the underaged girl in the front row, waving her hand in the air to ask about the change in the syllabus. I am so grateful for those who have dealt with my rants and my excuses that I had to study when all I really wanted to do was go out. And I am also grateful for the wonderful parties after finals week each semester… because none of us will ever truly live down that first Christmas party… I’m still learning about stories from that night. Now, we’re doctors and that concept is exhilarating, terrifying, and mystifying all at once.
So with this portion of my life-long journey coming to a close, and a new trek beginning, I am considering writing a blog on applying for first jobs, understanding applications, interviews, and contracts. Let me know if this is something any of you would be interested in.