I am happy to announce that I am officially done with this semester. Now, being done with a semester might not seem like a major accomplishment to you, but it has been a really stressful five months; from the professors not giving all the needed info for an exam to being in groups for a project and one or two people didn't participate. I am totally happy with my grades beside the evil C+, but fortunately for me, it won't affect my gpa too much.
Another good thing that has happened during my absence is an internship! In the fall semester, I'll be going to a funeral home, interning there for the whole semester, and I will get college credit for it. I'm hoping that this internship will also count toward the apprenticeship requirements to be a licensed mortician in the state of New Jersey, but if not, I'll still have the experience so it's a win win deal.
With that being said, that means I have more time to spend on my blog and YouTube channel.
As for things concerning my blog, I am not sure if I'm going to keep the same schedule at the moment. For now, the best I can do is promise you a post every two weeks. The topics will remain the same, mortuary science, macabre, but I also plan on doing book reviews.
For my YouTube channel, I will be elaborating on topics on my blog. I also will be having guest speakers state their opinion on certain topics, taking you with me on trips, and dabbling into fashion a little. It just seems easier for me to express my interests to a camera than to a keyboard.
Until next time,
chubbyofthedead
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Is it enough to only be knowledgeable in the field of Funeral Services?
I apologize for not posting last Sunday. Life gave me a good 'ol kick in the tookus. I will try to post another one this Sunday, but don't hold your breath. Just giving a fair warning to the crippling few who give my blog a sidewards glance.
One of the hardest things to do as future mortician, daughter, granddaughter, sister, and a friend is not only accepting the fact that YOU will die, but the one's you love and/or care about will die as well. I find it extremely difficult since I've yet to experience a loss of someone truly close to me, blood or not(knock on wood!) I almost feel strange ascending toward a field where I don't personally understanding losing, grieving, and actually facing a deceased loved one. Almost like giving someone sexual advice when you have yet to experience sex yourself.
I'm not saying or implying that I want to experience it, the losing and grieving, that is. I just don't know how I would handle it. And, that's the frightening part. I spend most of my time, advocating for death positivity and yet, I haven;t experience how darkly death can make you feel, how you feel like you lost a part of yourself, why most people fear it.
Doesn't that sound strange to you? Would you really give your faith as well as your money to a tattoo artist who doesn't have tattoos? Or maybe to a parachutist who has never jumped from an aircraft? Is it enough to only be knowledgeable in the field of Funeral Services?
I don't think I'll ever be ready for death of someone close to me; nobody is.
Feel free to write your experience on grieving or your apprehension about it. Whatever tilts your casket.
Until next time,
chubbyofthedead
One of the hardest things to do as future mortician, daughter, granddaughter, sister, and a friend is not only accepting the fact that YOU will die, but the one's you love and/or care about will die as well. I find it extremely difficult since I've yet to experience a loss of someone truly close to me, blood or not(knock on wood!) I almost feel strange ascending toward a field where I don't personally understanding losing, grieving, and actually facing a deceased loved one. Almost like giving someone sexual advice when you have yet to experience sex yourself.
I'm not saying or implying that I want to experience it, the losing and grieving, that is. I just don't know how I would handle it. And, that's the frightening part. I spend most of my time, advocating for death positivity and yet, I haven;t experience how darkly death can make you feel, how you feel like you lost a part of yourself, why most people fear it.
Doesn't that sound strange to you? Would you really give your faith as well as your money to a tattoo artist who doesn't have tattoos? Or maybe to a parachutist who has never jumped from an aircraft? Is it enough to only be knowledgeable in the field of Funeral Services?
I don't think I'll ever be ready for death of someone close to me; nobody is.
Feel free to write your experience on grieving or your apprehension about it. Whatever tilts your casket.
Until next time,
chubbyofthedead
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Why become a Mortician?
Hello everyone! I've finally been able to make another blog post. I've been debating on what to write about for the last six days and when to post, probably going to stick to posting every Sunday. For this post, I decided to answer the question that I probably will have to repeat for the rest of my life: why become a Mortician?
The simple answer to that question is: because I want to, but I know that's not the answer many people are looking for. I'll start with how I came to that decision first, maybe my answer will become clear soon enough.
It was during the second week of January in 2013. I had the flu and was bedridden and feeling extremely miserable.
Somehow, I managed to sit up long enough to eat and that is when my mind started to wander. I thought of a hypothetical situation where I had a terminal illness and pasted away. Questions like, would anyone grieve? Would anyone attend my funeral? As I continued to ask questions more questions popped into my head.
Then, I wondered about my own funeral, thinking about how it would be arranged and how I wanted the funeral director to treat my family. I would not want them to be scammed or pressured to buy the best of the best things for me only to throw dirt on it. I would want them to be comfortable and trust the funeral director that would be handling everything. Shortly after that, I thought about how I would treat grieving families if I were a funeral director. Being that I am that kind of person, I almost always view things from other perspective.
Later when I was feeling a little, I decided to read a bit on morticians; what are their job requirements, how to become one, what do they do, and bunch of other facts about them. The more I read, the more interested I became.
I decided then, that being a funeral director is what I wanted to be and work towards when I got to college. Luckily for me, my high school had an internship program that allowed students to experience what is like to be in the working force. I interned at a funeral home that was pretty close to my school for a couple of months, which helped confirm that the career I chose was the one for me.
I suppose you could say I saw this coming, because as I grew up the concept of death did not seem gross or sad as portrayed by family, friends, and the media. The idea of being next to a cadaver does not bother at all.
To me, being a mortician is not just about being around the dead bodies and embalming, it is about helping people confront their deceased loved one and facing the fact that they have passed on.
It is kind of funny thinking about it now, if it weren't for the flu I had for that dreadfully long week, I would not have made the decision to become a mortician.
Until next time,
chubbyofthedead
The simple answer to that question is: because I want to, but I know that's not the answer many people are looking for. I'll start with how I came to that decision first, maybe my answer will become clear soon enough.
It was during the second week of January in 2013. I had the flu and was bedridden and feeling extremely miserable.
Somehow, I managed to sit up long enough to eat and that is when my mind started to wander. I thought of a hypothetical situation where I had a terminal illness and pasted away. Questions like, would anyone grieve? Would anyone attend my funeral? As I continued to ask questions more questions popped into my head.
Then, I wondered about my own funeral, thinking about how it would be arranged and how I wanted the funeral director to treat my family. I would not want them to be scammed or pressured to buy the best of the best things for me only to throw dirt on it. I would want them to be comfortable and trust the funeral director that would be handling everything. Shortly after that, I thought about how I would treat grieving families if I were a funeral director. Being that I am that kind of person, I almost always view things from other perspective.
Later when I was feeling a little, I decided to read a bit on morticians; what are their job requirements, how to become one, what do they do, and bunch of other facts about them. The more I read, the more interested I became.
I decided then, that being a funeral director is what I wanted to be and work towards when I got to college. Luckily for me, my high school had an internship program that allowed students to experience what is like to be in the working force. I interned at a funeral home that was pretty close to my school for a couple of months, which helped confirm that the career I chose was the one for me.
I suppose you could say I saw this coming, because as I grew up the concept of death did not seem gross or sad as portrayed by family, friends, and the media. The idea of being next to a cadaver does not bother at all.
To me, being a mortician is not just about being around the dead bodies and embalming, it is about helping people confront their deceased loved one and facing the fact that they have passed on.
It is kind of funny thinking about it now, if it weren't for the flu I had for that dreadfully long week, I would not have made the decision to become a mortician.
Until next time,
chubbyofthedead
Sunday, March 15, 2015
First steps of Mortality's Assistant
I'm not sure how one goes about making or even maintaining a blog, but here I am. I'm going to express my compassion about the death industry, my journey, and advice on the road to being a mortician.
I'm currently in college majoring in Mortuary Science, working toward being a funeral director. Although, this is my second year working toward my goal of being the ULTIMATE UNDERTAKER, I still have a long way to go. And, what makes matters worse, I am one out of twelve students in my major program (according to the Dean of my major program as of November 2014); making me a rare and lonely commodity. So, that brings me to this blog. I've decided to reach out in ways I wouldn't normally do and put myself as well as my opinions out in the embracing arms of the interwebs. Hopefully, what I get in return are lifelong companions and positive feedback.
To be honest, my blogs will most likely be short to the point as I'm not really into writing and all that jazz, with a side of enthusiastic jazz hands. However, I will at least keep them entertaining and/or informative for all who pity my naive blog and actually read my horrid babble.
Until next time,
chubbyofthedead
I'm currently in college majoring in Mortuary Science, working toward being a funeral director. Although, this is my second year working toward my goal of being the ULTIMATE UNDERTAKER, I still have a long way to go. And, what makes matters worse, I am one out of twelve students in my major program (according to the Dean of my major program as of November 2014); making me a rare and lonely commodity. So, that brings me to this blog. I've decided to reach out in ways I wouldn't normally do and put myself as well as my opinions out in the embracing arms of the interwebs. Hopefully, what I get in return are lifelong companions and positive feedback.
To be honest, my blogs will most likely be short to the point as I'm not really into writing and all that jazz, with a side of enthusiastic jazz hands. However, I will at least keep them entertaining and/or informative for all who pity my naive blog and actually read my horrid babble.
Until next time,
chubbyofthedead
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