I’ve been asked on several occasions what a typical day is as a DPT student at Regis. I respond, “Usually, we start class between 8 and 10 AM (depending on the day); we’ll get a lunch break from noon ‘till 1, then classes/labs until 3 or 5 PM (again, depending on the day). Keep in mind, of course, that doesn’t include any studying time. Well, last Thursday constituted the LONGEST SCHOOL DAY OF MY LIFE. It went as follows:
7:00 AM: I’m already on campus trying to finish finding research articles for a small group tutorial discussion starting in an hour.
8:00 AM – 10:45 AM: Lots of blurry moments of discussing a “patient scenario” who had a stroke at a picnic and we’re going through the process of treating him. Someone brought donuts. That definitely helped.
11:15 AM: A group of us got Little Caesar’s Pizza since we had to make up a lab (from a snow day) in 15 minutes and we didn’t want to worry about heating up food on campus.
11:30 AM – 4 PM: Musculoskeletal Management II Lab . . . aka I’m getting joints I didn’t know about poked, prodded, and mobilized again and again and again. I can bend over a lot further now.
4 PM – 6:30 PM: Diagnostic Imaging Lab, this one involving electrical currents to nerves. Probably not the best lab to have when everyone is on their last wind; welcome to PT school. . . that’s where we thrive.
Actually, who knows where this lab came from (meaning, why at the end of such a long day?), but I suppose it had to be fit in somewhere. . . . so why not now?
7 PM: Finally home (I wasn’t sure how I got there), ate dinner, helped bathe Spencer and get him ready for bed, and get ready for the next day. Oh yeah, I’d better study a little.
There you have it. That was a Thursday. It was tough, and it just got even more exciting with a test the following Monday, a quiz on Tuesday, a skills check on Wednesday, and a journal due on Friday. Thankfully another paper that was due on Friday as well was postponed until the following Monday. What helped, though, was a bunch of us on the Monday of the exam decided to celebrate the 120th Anniversary of Montana joining the Union by wearing flannel to school, since, come on, there are 5 or 6 classmates from that beautiful state. You’ve just got to show support sometimes. It helped break up the monotony, to say the least, and it made for a great photo and memory. Why Montana and flannel? Who knows.