induction week

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Mám za sebou první týden školy. Byl to tedy spíš takový představovací plný workshopů a ještě jsme se pořádně neučili. První den se na chodbách rozdával popcorn a cukrová vata a já se ocitla ve školním divadle (ano, divadlo je třída). Tam už nás vítali budoucí profesoři. Hlavní řeč měl takový vysoký pán s kudrnatými vlasy a hustým plnovousem a zrovna jedl růžovou cukrovou vatu :D. A já už jsem se samozřejmě stihla ztrapnit, jelikož nás tam bylo více kurzů a ptali se kdo patří kam a já zvedla ruku, když se ptali na variantu mého kurzu ve velštině (jejich pohled byl takový podezíravý :D).

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CAP 1 Induction Week August 2016 - YouTube
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Here is a link to a playlist of all the videos from the CAP 1 induction week!

Blog Posts About the Week:

http://aimeemccallumcap.tumblr.com/post/150114183279/cap-1-introduction-day-12-capinduction

http://aimeemccallumcap.tumblr.com/post/150114456419/day-3-wednesday-evaluate-for-wednesday-i-made-a

http://aimeemccallumcap.tumblr.com/post/150114816789/day-4thursday-improvement-once-everyone-was-in

http://aimeemccallumcap.tumblr.com/post/150114869694/wednesdaythursdayfriday-cap-induction-plan

http://aimeemccallumcap.tumblr.com/post/150114921894/day-5-friday-set-up-and-exhibition-i-was-a-bit

http://aimeemccallumcap.tumblr.com/post/150114963339/day-5-friday-exhibition

http://aimeemccallumcap.tumblr.com/post/150115006304/feminism-project-results

This is in response to the induction of the week challenge by @sex-obsessed-lesbian . The challenge for week 0 was to record your default induction. I wasn’t really able to do that so instead I recorded an induction mocking myself and my default speech tendencies. This is entirely off-the-cuff and experimental- please give me feedback on if/how it works for you. Apologies for the hasty editing- if there’s any effectiveness here I may actually write a script and record a polished thing in this vein. I hope you like!

Warning for the accidental self-bimbofication of your hypnotist. :)~

Tagging: @mr-prism @wellgnawed @minddiver @jonsmisu @soundshypnotic @ubertea @hypno-sandwich @tennfan2 @meltinggoldanddippingthingsinit @sebsteerpike @rightthewaydown @zanythoughts @heidisea @hadenluy @mistermindwiper@banana-pie-gaige , anyone else who wants to play :)

ETA: Here is my default induction for those who are curious, done better than I usually do it. :)~

Induction of the Week 0: Entries Masterpost

Hey Readers! Do any of you happen to enjoy being hypnotized? Do any of you happen to enjoy listening to/reading inductions from fantastic hypnotists and learning from how they do what they do?

Week 0 of @sex-obsessed-lesbian‘s Induction a Week challenge was baseline inductions- whatever induction the hypnotist felt most comfortable with. There’s a lovely variety in these inductions and it’s nice to observe people show off their skills using an induction that is already comfortable. I’m really looking forward to what people come up with for next week!

Audio Inductions

@minddiver does his spin on eye fixation and progressive relaxation  with a  lovely, casual, lulling tone that reminds me of summer sunsets and  cicadas

@ubertea shows off her professionalism with her hall of mirrors induction - a creative induction that I imagine is especially wonderful for visually-minded subjects

@ellaenchanting (that’s me) cheated and did a thing attempting to utilize my tendency to say “umm..”when hypnotizing

@amhypnotic does an amazing job of using all the modalities in his induction- the “man in the moon” section near the end  is especially cool

@sebsteerpike shares his basic induction which is great in and of itself and also gives a fantastic example of incorporating safety suggestions in a clear and smooth way

@sex-obsessed-lesbian makes reciting an induction while walking down a busy street sound effortless, sounding calm and measured the entire time while utilizing the sounds around her

ETA: @jonsmisu uses a very clever fire-based analogy in his induction

ETA- @meltinggoldanddippingthingsinit has a short, lovely induction about patterns and expectations

ETA- @shaman58 does a nice, soothing progressive muscle relaxation

Written Inductions

@theleeallure gives both an induction and a how-to incorporating the sneaky usage of vowels and showing how much she can accomplish in just a paragraph


Please let me know if I’ve left anyone out or if you’d like me to add your contribution!

@mr-prism @wellgnawed @minddiver @jonsmisu @soundshypnotic @ubertea @hypno-sandwich @tennfan2 @ellaenchanting @meltinggoldanddippingthingsinit @sebsteerpike  @rightthewaydown @zanythoughts @heidisea @hadenluy @mistermindwiper,  @banana-pie-gaige,

Let me tell you something about Janis Ian, we were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing, I don’t even…. whatever. So in 8th grade I started going out with my first boyfriend Kyle, who was totally gorgeous, but then he moved to Indiana, and Janis was like weirdly jealous of him, like if I’d blow her off to hang out with Kyle she’d be like “why haven’t you called me back?” And I’d be like “why’re you so obsessed with me?” So for my birthday party, which was an all girls pool party, I was like “Janis I can’t invite you, because I think you’re a lesbian” I mean I couldn’t have a lesbian at my party, there were going to be girls in their bathing a suits. I mean right? She was a LESBIAN. So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. And then she dropped out of school because no one would talk to her, and then she came back in the fall for high school and her hair was cut off and she was totally weird, and now I guess she’s on crack.
—  Regina George (Mean girls)
PGCE: University Induction Week Starts Tomorrow

Well the real work is about to begin. I am nervous, excited, and incredibly happy. Tomorrow is a day of introduction and welcome talks. I also should get my student ID card so I can sort out my travel pass etc. Then I have a week full of lectures and seminars on English, Maths and ICT. Then who knows! hopefully I’ll be given my proper timetable at some point. 

I am meeting up we a girl I meet on placement for a cup of tea before it all kicks off which will be nice. 

Wish me luck :)

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Thespians Come One Step Closer to Induction

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19.6.16 // tomorrow is my sixth form induction week, so I had to go to town to buy supplies for that, as well as revising for my history exam on tuesday! I’m really nervous for tomorrow, as well as having to meet new people I have to revise for my last test this year! 😅😥

6/12 Days of Productivity: It’s been a busy day with Sigma Tau Delta organizing (our chapter just began so we’re still elective officers and planning our induction ceremony), completing this week’s assignments for Science and trying not to stress about Spring Term.  Two of my three books came in for one class.  Thank goodness for Amazon.

My 12 days are halfway over.  

(Ella Enchanting)

This is my entry for @sex-obsessed-lesbian ‘s induction of the week challenge- weeks 1 and 2.*  This includes both mostly direct suggestions (which are not my usual style) and the tamest of mantras (which are also usually not my thing as a hypnotist). Enjoy and apologies in advance about audio issues!. Comments/feedback are always welcome- I’m especially curious about the pacing of this one.

@mr-prism @wellgnawed @minddiver@jonsmisu @soundshypnotic @ubertea @hypno-sandwich @tennfan2 @ellaenchanting @meltinggoldanddippingthingsinit @sebsteerpike@amhypnotic@theleeallure @zanythoughts @heidisea @mistermindwiper @sex-obsessed-lesbian @banana-pie-gaige @arihi @minddiver @rightthewaydown @shaman58 @jonsmisu @enscenic @hypnosophist

(Also- I’m not getting any notifications about things I’m tagged in lately! Are you guys?)

*Yes I know that’s lazy. Insert rant about my week here.

Induction a Week 0

I think that most inductions fall into a few categories, and some I like more than others. This one I used to like a lot and then I stopped doing so much typing, but I like my followers, so I’m typing for you all.

It’s simple, really. You don’t even have to do anything consciously. Whenever I type a vowel, you can find yourself automatically sliding more deeply into trance. You know what vowels are, right? A, E, I, O, U and sometimes Y. Okay, Okay, we’ll make Y ALWAYS a vowel here, just for the fun of it. And as you read what I’ve written, you may not even realise just how deeply into trance you’ve already gone. And that’s okay. Part of the fun of being in trance is discovering that you’re in a different place than you were a moment ago, and THIS place is better than the place you were, and the NEXT place will be better still. That’s a simple way to get someone trance, but it may not take you down as deeply as you CAN go more deeply still, so let’s add in that double letters will take you twice as deeply down as you were, which could be kind of fun especially if I start talking about going deeper, or oddly enough, about bookkeeping. Of course that isn’t cheating. Why do you ask? Now, generally if you were chatting with me online and we were doing this, I’d have asked you to continue chatting with me, so that I’d have some idea of how deeply in trance you were - you might just start off by saying, “yes” to what I wrote, and then as we got in a little further, typing might get more difficult for you, so you end up just typing y, and then, because I’m like that, and I’ve done this before, I might start typing more  quickly, and add in that every line that passes drops you faster, and every typo either you or I make drops you harder, and of COURSE all this dropping makes you feel even better than you had before, so you might just be a little puddle-of-staring-at-the-screen-goo by this point.

It’s okay. Because this is just me typing, to friends and strangers online, I’ll begin to have you wake up now, no matter what I type in this post, you find your head getting clearer, and your body can begin to feel better coming up as well. (Just because trance feels good, there’s no reason your actual conscious life can’t feel great, too!) Anyway, I’m sure you can develop variations on this particular trance, but it’s one I had wonderful successes with, and I’m sure that you can, too! ;)

@ sex-obsessed-lesbian

119. Personnel are to stop worshipping the Commander as if he were some god of war. Please refer to him as ‘Commander’ or 'Sir’. Not as 'Master Commander’, 'the Man with the Plan’ or 'the Great Commandy One’.
119a. Operatives claiming to hear the Commander’s divine will are to be reminded that they have all received subdermal radio implants during their first week of induction at X-COM.
119ai. Similarly, Operatives are to be reminded that increased accuracy is more likely the result of the improved barrel linings and electromagnetic plasma confinement arrays than 'the Blessing of the Great Commandy One’.
119b. Despite the increased enthusiasm, Operatives are to stop referring to EXALT Insurgents as 'heretics’, 'infidels’ or 'worshippers of a false god’. You should be aware of the irony of that last statement.
119c. Even if he were a god of war, attempting 'appeasement sacrifices’ of half a dozen women sneaking into his room is not appreciated.
119ci. Even if they were all volunteers.
119cii. Even if the brunettes all dressed up like Dr. Vahlen sans turtleneck (or only in the turtleneck).
119ciii. Even if the second group found out how to make Carapace Armour 'look so sexy it should be illegal’.
—  Things XCOM Operatives Are Not Allowed To Do

Well as many of you know, I was induced because I had gestational diabetes, and I was measuring 3 weeks ahead.

When I went in for my induction, I was 38 weeks measuring 41, so everyone was worried he was going to be too big.

Well, I had my last doctors appointment on Monday 4/21, and that was when they gave me the instructions on what I needed to do to be induced the next day.

I went home, got in contact with my husband, and we were both ecstatic. My mom and I had spent that night shopping and getting the things we still needed for little man’s arrival.

I couldn’t sleep that night, neither could my mom. We were so excited. I doubt my husband slept much either  :)

Tuesday morning rolls around, and my mom had an alarm set for 5, and she planned on letting me sleep while she called labor and delivery to make sure we could still go in at 630. But I was up anyways, so she called. We got the okay! I had decided to shower that morning because I didn’t know what the day held for me, and I was too excited to do anything else.

As I’m in the shower, I kept randomly crying from being so excited.

We finally left for the hospital. I was getting pretty nervous, I mean, my whole life was going to change, and I would get to skype with my husband for the whole time. I was more nervous that I would be mean to him and he would get upset.

But then we got to the hospital, they took me to my room, got me all set up, IV’s and answered all my questions, well most of them. Then we set Skype up and we got to see my husband.

A few hours later, the nurse came in and we had asked them when they planned on starting the pitocin. And she looks at us and goes “we started that well over 2 hours ago when you first got here. You’ve been contracting for an hour.” I looked at her and went “oh.” Around 9 I believe my doctor came in to see how I was doing and to break my water. I was pretty scared about that because I wasn’t sure if it was going to hurt. And it didn’t, thank god. When my water broke, it took like 2 and a half minutes for them to drain it, and even after that it still wasn’t all out. From the time they broke my water, until the time my son was born they were still coming in every half hour to push some water out.

At this point, I was still feeling good. Laughing and talking with everyone. While the doctor was breaking my water, my mom said she just watched my stomach shrink like 4 inches. And the doctor looks at us and goes “I’ve fished in ponds that have had less water than this.” And I just busted out laughing.

Then I started feeling the contractions. For the first few hours, it was just the nurses, the doctor, my mom and my husband on skype with me. My brothers and dad had come up a little later. When my family got there, my one brother and my dad were the first to come in and see me, mid contraction, and it was pretty painful. My brother, who is the joker of the family, was trying to make me laugh. He whips out his phone and says “are you having a contraction?” I said yes I was. And he jumped up and goes “wait, let me take a selfie” and everyone in the room just started laughing so hard, some of us even cried.

The contractions by this point were getting bad. Most of my labor was back contractions and they hurt like a bitch. So each time I had one, I would call for my mom and she would come massage my back for me and help me wait it out.

I was so determined to go as long as I could all natural. The nurse wasn’t too fond of it, but I kept my ground. Everyone that knows me know that I don’t have any pain tolerance, what so ever, so when I said I wanted all natural, even though to my face they agreed and cheered me on, I knew on the inside they were doubting me.

As the contractions started getting worse, I would tense up, get nauseous, and couldn’t breathe. Each contraction made me cry so hard, but I was still firm that I didn’t want any medication. All I wanted was some ice chips. 

The whole time I was crying and contracting, my husband was in the background because FANTASTIC, he was cheering me on, motivating me. Just being absolutely amazing. I felt bad because when they started getting worse, I literally ignored everyone. I didn’t really talk to my husband throughout the whole thing. Looking back now, I wish I would have. But I listened to everything he said, and each motivating piece he told me, through each contraction that’s what I would chant in my head and it would help me. Still 4 days after, all I can think about is how amazing he was. My mom said that she saw him cry a few times, and I’m pretty sure that was because he hated seeing me in all that pain.

The contractions started getting really bad. Bad enough that not only did I make my dad cry, but when my brothers and dad were in with me, on separate contractions, I almost broke their hands. My dad had to leave the room because he couldn’t see me in that much pain either. My brothers were fantastic. My mom walked my dad down to the car so that he could leave and they stayed with me. Let me squeeze their hands so hard, I about broke them, and cried my heart out. I had my brothers, and John by my side. And I didn’t want it any other way, although I wish my mom had been there.

At some point in there, I had asked for some kind of medicine, it was something that started with a D. I was so against the epidural because I had heard awful stories about them. That medicine worked for maybe a half hour, then the contractions I felt at full force. It got to the point that I couldn’t even talk. I couldn’t even say a 3 word sentence. When I needed my mom to rub my back, I couldn’t even ask her, I had to grab her arm and put it to my back. I honestly didn’t think the pain would ever end.

While my mom was out with my dad, I had had enough. The medicine had worn off like an hour after I got it, I was getting dizzy and lightheaded and nauseous, I was just all around miserable. Each contraction made me shake so bad and cry until I had no tears left. I had asked my husband if he would be upset with me if I got the epidural, and he told me absolutely not. That he was so proud that I made it this far without anything, and whatever choice I made, he would be happy with. So I had my brother call my mom and tell her to get back to my room immediately. When she came in, it looked like she was going to tell me something, and I told her to be quiet, to find someone to get me the epidural. So she went and found my nurse. 

When the epidural went in, they made everyone leave the room, which upset me. They put it in between and during contractions, and the lady putting it in said that I had done fantastic. Didn’t move, didn’t twitch, nothing.

After about 20 minutes, I felt amazing. My mom and brother came back into the room and I felt great. I could talk again. I started having conversations with my husband.

I labored 4 and a half hours with absolutely nothing. Pretty good for someone who cries when she gets a paper cut.

I was pretty proud of myself. I was worried that if I ended up with the epidural I would hate myself and feel like a failure. but once I got it, I didn’t feel any of that. I felt that it was time and I needed it so I was fine with it.

Then maybe 2 hours later? the nurse came in to have me start pushing. Everything was becoming so real now. I had my brother on one side holding my leg, and my mom on the other. The pushing was rough, and the nurse was starting to become a bitch because I couldn’t hold them long enough. What do you expect from someone who has asthma? I let it go.

During the pushing, or sometime before, they had to hook the baby up to this special internal monitor because the outside one wasn’t picking up.

During the pushing however, my husband was fantastic. He was chanting, and cheering and just being awesome. And it helped my brother start getting excited. Both of them cheering gave me the motivation to push as hard as I could.

I was having a problem lifting myself up because of the epidural, so they gave me these handles to hold, and my brother would lift my back up while my mom held my head.

After an hour of pushing, Ivan Jackson was born.

at 3:41 p.m.

I cried, my mom cried, my brother cried, and John bawled his eyes out.

When Ivan was born, the doctor didn’t even show him to me, he cleaned him off and walked over to my computer to show John. And it was so beautiful. Even though John couldn’t physically be here, he was the first one to see what he looked like and it was so bittersweet.

They took Ivan over to get checked and stuff. I had to be stitched up.

My mom finally went over to the incubator after like 10 minutes because Ivan wasn’t crying. So she went to make sure everything was ok. And he was fine, just didn’t cry. They needed him to cry, so I believe they pricked his foot. John looked at me and goes “that’s our son. That’s our son crying.” and it made me cry.

John kept telling me how proud of me he was, and how much he loved me. and it just made me cry.

They finally brought Ivan over to me, and he was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. He was perfect.

My absolute part of all of it was when they had turned the computer screen so we could get our first family photo, and Ivan could hear John’s voice, and he was looking for him. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

My overall labor was just a little over 7 hours long. 4 and a half hours of that was medicine free!

Ivan weighed exactly 8 pounds and was 21.5 inches long.