A little bit about Sam

Alright boys and girls, I've gotten tired of having nothing to write about. Here's the thing: I've been on winter break since I had to come home and get the ol' appendix out. That was roughly six weeks ago, and I haven't run a call since then. When I get back into the swing of things, I'm sure my memory will be sparked, and I will have the push to write about things old and new. But for right now, I'm feeling a little lackluster when it comes to posting.
So here's what I'm going to do. I know that I can *always* write about myself (after all, don't they say that you should write about what you know?), so I'm going to give you a little insight into who this "Sam" is that you all have come to know (and love, I hope).

According to this story, my name is Samantha Evelyn Montgomery. It's not, in case you were wondering. I've been asked many times why I picked the name "Sam", so I will let you in on the story. Once upon a time, my good friend "Anni" told me that fictional characters named Sam reminded her of me (read: Sam from the movie Garden State, and Sam from the book The Perks of Being a Wallflower). I was beyond flattered, and so I promised her that if I ever wrote a book, I'd be named Sam. True to that promise, here we are.

I'm often asked how I got into Emergency Services as well. My dad is an OB/GYN and I grew up around all things medical. When I was a tiny Sam, I had tiny pink scrubs that said "Nurse In Training" on the back that I would wear when I made rounds with him at the hospital. I was very miffed that they were a)pink and b)proclaiming that I was going to be a nurse. I wanted blue or green scrubs like my daddy, and I was most certainly going to be an OB/GYN just like him. Well, I'm still miffed about them being pink, but now I realize that being a doc is simply not for me. For years after the death of my 21-month-old god-brother, I wanted to be a pediatric radiation oncologist. I later came to see that I would be an emotional wreck every day, and I was simply not cut out for that. Later, I wanted to be a forensic scientist like nobody's business. I wanted to go to the University of Tennessee, work at the body farm, and all that. I saw a couple of autopsies, and I was sure that'd be my life's work. Truth be told, I simply wasn't interested in continuing care, and it's hard to do so for the dead. After that I decided to be an English teacher, but that lasted for a very short time. My roommate "Olivia" got an email from her sister one day about a class that taught you how to drive an ambulance (EVOC). She had gotten it from her former professor, and wasn't interested, but thought Liv might be. Sure enough, I get a phone call, and I hear Liv saying "Hey Sam...wanna learn how to drive an ambulance?" I'm always up for an adventure, so I said "Hell yes I do," and a few weeks later I was getting my certificate in the mail. That's how I got started officially, although I had been interested for much longer. As a kid I went to "rescue camp" every year, which was put on by the local fire/rescue. We were taught first aid, CPR, things like that; once I even got to pretend to be a patient for the EMTs that were there to learn more. I had often wondered if I'd make a good EMT, but by the time I was 16, I was applying to colleges, getting distracted by boys, and doing all those extra-curriculars. Moral of the story--what started with pink scrubs is ending with navy BDUs.

Alright, so besides EMS, I do a lot of neat stuff. I'm Secretary of the Senate of my school's Student Government (not to mention a Senator for my class), a member of Alpha Phi Omega (a co-ed service fraternity), a Creative Writing major with a minor in Spanish and a minor in Leadership, a die-hard Redskins fan, a vocalist, an actress, a Girl Scout for 13 years (with my Gold Award, the equivalent of an Eagle Scout Award), and a cross stitching/knitting fiend (don't judge).
I laugh loudly, sing constantly, dance awkwardly, and love wholeheartedly.

Random fact you'd never know about me from this blog:
I'm going to be on the History Channel. I got to act as a patient for the History Channel's show on Nightengale Air Ambulance's 25th anniversary. So if you're ever watching the channel and you see some girl all bloodied up from a 4-wheeler crash getting her pants cut off and her chest needled--that's me!

My favorite quote is either:
"Everything is always okay in the end; if it's not okay, then it's not the end."
or
"The absurdity of life does not relieve one of the duty...to live it through as bravely and as generously as possible."

I'm a very strange girl, but I'll be damned if I'm not as fun as can be! I'm relatively out of things to say right now--props to you if you read all of this. If you have any questions, just comment and I'd love to answer them, seriously. I promise I'll write something you all want to read soon, but I need to get back into that frame of mind before I can.

Two more things:
1) My dear friend over at http://medic9emt.blogspot.com/ was recently working the biggest fire in his city in 10 years. He needs to blog about it. I am *dying* to hear about it from his point of view, rather than from the news. So if you will, please go over there and bother the hell out of him until he obliges. Thanks!

2) Em (http://emergencyemilly.blogspot.com) just got engaged! Go on over there and tell her congratulations, will ya!?

Now you guys take care out there.
--Sam