Taped
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Last published Tue, Jul 14, 2020
Senior year of college is supposed to be the hardest most challenging year of anyone's life for any major. So much reading out of 3 inch thick 800 dollar text books. So many thesis to turn in on time, so many training hours back here in the athletic department. Just a lot. My senior year also included a lot of home and away games that I had to attend for many if not all sports that the school had. Not to mention the practices I had to stay behind for. But all those hours would add up for me to complete my major so it had to be done. But this was it. My last year. Then I could pursue a career in athletic training for any school. I wanted to leave all the hard school work behind for hard career work. My senior year would be easy sailing for me considering everything I was taught is now second nature to me. Ive become quite passionate with athletic training and the program here at my school. My life would be easy once these last two semesters are over. Time would fly by now that my classes are becoming more hands on during the day and writing about it at night. Im ready for my next chapter in life. Or so I thought... who knew my next chapter would begin with one concussion injury that would come in during one of my tape sessions to flip my world on its head... three fold.
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