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Day in the Life: Clinical Psych Doctoral Program 📚

It’s kind of sad that I’ve reached that point in the semester where I won’t write unless the data on my phone won’t let me access a report, or unless I can’t take out my computer because I’m on the metro and don’t want to be mugged. In this case, though, both conditions were met, so here I am, writing.

It’s Monday today. Felt like a less productive Monday because the classes required my full attention. I couldn’t squeeze in even a single report for work. But it was okay. I learned a lot.

My business casual outfit of the day

This morning during class, the professor called on me to roleplay. She wanted us to go over limits of confidentiality, which at this point is engraved in my long term memory somewhere between who the current president is and the address of my childhood home. So I start rattling off the limits of confidentiality, as one does, when she challenges me on my age. “Are you sure you can help me? You look young?”
Y’all, I swear this woman read my mind. My biggest concern is that a client will figure out how old I am.
“What would it mean to you if I was young?” I replied, and she said it meant I was inexperienced. She asked how old my supervisor was, because clearly she couldn’t trust me to provide services, and yes, this was role play, but I felt my heart rate accelerating faster than a Subaru when you ever so slightly tap the gas pedal. I was nervous. But I was learning.

Eventually, she moved on to another victim, a victim who apparently didn’t even have the limits of confidentiality memorized, and I breathed a sigh of relief. We got some worksheets in this class, worksheets that I’ll use with my patients on Wednesday when I see them.

Before I knew it, it was time for lunch and my workout. La fitness revoked their mask policy, so I got to show my face to the world and go on the stairmaster while breathing properly.


Then I had lunch. Lunch was two half sandwiches, which I made yesterday. I’ve gotten better at cooking. I used to be a person who hated cooking, but I realized that cooking for people I love can actually be nice. During lunch, I worked on one of the papers that we have due. March is a month of hell for us. I have three papers and a reading assignment due almost every week.

A paper and a zoom meeting: two things I could definitely use less of this month 😂

I was typing away when I noticed several tiny sparrows coming to investigate the crumbs I dropped. Lucky for them, I had many more where that came from. They were well fed and so was I.
Then, we had a Harvard lecturer come to our psychoanalysis class to teach her theories. Gosh, I wish I could say I loved it, but I think I liked the practical part of her lecture more than the theoretical part. I went home at 4:30 pm. From 5:30 pm (when I arrived) to 6:00, I cooked. Using a large baking tray and a sheet of aluminum foil (it is a mark of my culinary inexperience that I don’t know what to call half of these things), I loaded it with vegetables and put everything in the oven. While the vegetables roasted, I got to catch up with my sister about a date that she went on recently. “Where do you think he’ll take me next time? What should I wear?” Naturally, we had to sort out her outfit, so I provided three different options, two of which she vetoed, and one of which she accepted.

It’s wonderful to have a sister. I remember her vetoing the outfits that I was thinking of wearing on a hiking date 2 years ago. I covered up with a long sleeve shirt and black leggings, my hair hidden under a cap. “Okay, Farmer John”, she joked, adding that this was not the time for sun protection. “Do you want to look cute or not?” And I ended up looking very cute. So now it was time to return the favor.

Later that night, at 7:30 pm, I had a zoom meeting for a project. The two people I partenered with happen to be the two smartest people in the class, and I am terrified of disappointing them. I am good friends with one of those people. She asked me if I wanted to work together and I was like, “of course?!?!” Our project is on a head injury. We had a blast coming up with what the injury would be. My suggestion was a vindictive girlfriend weaponizing her stiletto heel and piercing the eye of her cheating man. In the end, we decided on a construction worker who fell face first onto a rebar, punctured his eye, and damaged his prefrontal cortex. Poor guy.
After logging off of that zoom, all I wanted to do was collapse onto my bed, but I had 2! papers to finish for the next day. It was midnight by the time I finally went to bed.

Overall, an eventful day. I’ll be sure to write more soon!


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Hi everyone! I started my doctorate in clinical psychology in fall 2020. A google search revealed that there are no current grad school blogs for psychology students. Anyway, I happen to know a girl who wants to document her journey to getting a doctorate (spoiler: it's me). Welcome. Hope you stay awhile!

2 thoughts on “Day in the Life: Clinical Psych Doctoral Program 📚

  1. On looking young… There’s really no cure for it. Young lawyers, especially in the personal injury area, get this a lot. The only way to get past it is to develop a good line of blarney and bulldust that keeps the clients engaged, or to develop a forceful, dominating style (as my dear friend Amila has done). Not sure either would work in your industry though.

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