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25001 Industrial Blvd. A STUDENT'S EXPERIENCE AT LIFE CHIROPRACTIC COLLEGE WEST, IN A NUTSHELL. - By Sara Parsons -
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y the time you are reading this, I will officially be an alumnus of Life Chiropractic College West. Even as I sit here at my cluttered desk in my tiny room typing away on my trusty laptop, it is nearly unfathomable that this chapter of my life is coming to an end. I was sitting in the student lounge today (week 9 of last quarter) waiting to see my intern in the new and improved downstairs, air conditioned, fully oxygenated student clinic reminiscing of my first quarter here on campus. I realized with a sudden pain of sadness that a lot of you never experienced it as the central hub it once was, buzzing with the spirit of community only possible when people who are fired up about life and the endless possibilities of serving humanity come together and let their guards down. Like family members getting together for the holidays. In my mind’s eye, a whole quarter of students crammed the main dinner table as they also crammed for an exam, a musical genius sat in the community wooden chair tuning the community wooden guitar getting ready to bless the room with their joy for strumming the old 6-string while singing slightly off key, and lines snaked through the room out both doors as eager students waited to warm up their lunches and rush off to two of the five clubs they belong to because they’re both on the same day. I smile as I remember the beautifully conducted hecticness of it all, and hope those of you who entered school since the lockdown will experience that before your time here is over.
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"...I feel like I was put in a pressure cooker...set on high, and in less than 5 cooking minutes came out of the Instant PotTM a fully cooked doctorate of Chiropractic, ready to serve the world." They said it would fly by and before I knew it, it’d be over. They were right. They were also so, so wrong. They were right in the sense that I feel like I was put in a pressure cooker seasoned with neurology, physiology, anatomy, public health, research, conferences, clubs, HIPPIRONEL but don’t make it weird, infectious disease, pathology, wait what’s Differential Diagnosis and why are there 80 people in my class, philosophy, business, blood labs, metabolic labs, urine labs, labs labs labs, set on high, and in less than 5 cooking minutes came out of the Instat PotTM a fully cooked doctorate of chiropractic, ready to serve the world. And that’s why they were wrong. I’ve been cooked and my time roaming these halls aimlessly between tasks is over. AND the knowledge, skills, and uncountable life lessons I have learned in this highpressure ever-changing environment will continue
