It's a strange place being where you've wanted to be for so long. I'm not sure what I thought it would feel like, but it has been a whole lot more work than I ever imagineg. I'm not talking academically, I think the course load is reasonable so far. I've just had to take a step back and look at what exactly it is that I am bringning into the midwifery education program and I've been very critical about how that will fit with the program. It has been an rather personal experience and a real existential challenge for me. The introduction to the program so far has left me feeling like I need to dissasemble myself and allow myself to be processed into a midwife. It feels like a giant though small scale midwifery production factory. This aversion might seem dramatic, but I don't see midwifery as a job but rather an identity and it's shit when it feels like you need to discard who you are to fullfill a prescribed role. That said, I remain really positive that there are ways around feeling this way despite knowing that other students are in similar situations. I'm not the only one who feels that this program is well beyong feeling clinical. Since no part of me is even going to consider dropping out, I've taken the time to address this conflict of interest and find a solution. I suppose I've gone from being on strike to serious late night negotiations and have begun to find a a happy medium. Part of that included having a conversation with the director of the program. Part of it was to accept that it will be what I make of it. Right now, I am very happy that I have the opportunity to learn the clinical skills I will need to handle my responsibilities as a midwife. I am also happy to know that all of my transfer credits make the extra room in my schedule for me to continue persuing and cultivating the art of midwifery. And that's how I choose to continue being me through this process."i sit by my window with everything i've done,doors that i've opened and webs that i've spun.the candle beside me burns to the leftthe rain on the clay sends a lizard to its next.there will be a time when i will hold you againwith my arms spread out on my chest you will rest,i'll write you a letter with everything i knowabout the weight of the world and the way things could go.so give up my friend, step back againfor some things will be givenfor some you'll have to bendyou'll have to bend my friend to hold on to thisfor some things will come easy and some will be a test,you'll have to bendnow the ocean connects me to everything i knowby mellowing my mind so my heart it can callwith these trees as my witness i'll slice up some fruitand each to their piece for good intentions and truththere will be a time when i will hold you againwith my arms spread out i will give right inso now here is your letter with everything i knowabout the weight of the worldand the way things could go"