It’s hard to believe that nearly two years have gone by since I graduated with my Master of Physical Therapy degree and began my career as a physiotherapist. How quickly time flies! After being in school for so long, being released into the “real world” seemed like such a foreign concept (it still does sometimes.) I was already used to getting up in the morning and working a full work day, but now I get a paycheque every two weeks! Stranger yet, instead of me going to my professors after class and asking them questions, now people are coming to me for advice. It really does seem surreal sometimes. What is reassuring though, is that even after two years I still look forward to going to “work” every day, and I’ve never once regretted my decision of pursuing a career as a physiotherapist.
Perhaps some of the strangeness comes from how vividly I still remember my time in school. Sure, I remember bits and pieces of my four years as an undergrad in the college of kinesiology, but it hardly compares to my two intense years as a masters student in the School of Physical therapy. Honestly, I think “intense” is the best way to describe my experience. Intense hours of study, intense friendships, and also intense extracurricular activities, because while our free time might have been few and far between, when we had an opportunity for fun, we seized it! Who could forget the Christmas party at Emile’s house, where 39 of our classmates made an appearance? Or the day-long party at Jen’s house in Regina during our placements, where we played frisbee, made a giant potluck meal, watched the Rider game, then had a spontaneous dance party until the wee hours of the morning? How about the grand finale, our graduation trip to Las Vegas, where over 20 of our classmates spent a week in Sin City living it up, and a handful of extra dedicated “physibros” spent an extra week in the desert, hiking and climbing in Red Rock Canyon? It’s no wonder I look back so fondly on my years spent as a physio student.
It’s remarkable how despite our physical distance, many of us still manage to stay in touch. Lifelong friendships were forged during the course of our studies. After graduation, many of us scattered across the country. Some stayed in Saskatoon, others migrated to Regina or other cities and towns in Saskatchewan. Today, our class has spread itself from coast to coast, with some beginning their careers in Victoria, BC, and a couple other adventurous souls making the long trek east to Nova Scotia. I managed to find my way back to Manitoba to work for the Northern Health Region. Working in a remote northern community can pose its challenges, for sure, and every day my skill set and problem solving skills are tested – my patients never cease to come up with curveballs to throw at me. However, I feel that my time in school prepared me well for the challenges I face as a therapist. For that, I thank the excellent faculty, guest lecturers, and support staff at the University of Saskatchewan. It’s because of your knowledge and support that I’m a proud member of one of the world’s best professions!