Monday, January 15, 2007

Mourning the loss of freedom

So this post will not be as serious as the title sounds. I'm basically coming to the realization that tomorrow is the beginning of my last semester; and with that comes the schedule from hell. While I'm very much looking forward to my internship, I'm not looking forward to waking up at 6 AM every morning. But that's life and I guess I should get used to it.

I'm also deathly afraid that I'm going to be a horrible counselor. I know that I won't be all that bad, but the thought still lies there bugging me like a fly buzzing around my head. I'm so nervous that I'm going to say the wrong thing, or just not know what to say at all. I keep going over scenarios that may pop up in my head and I guess I should stop doing that; you never know what will pop up on an adolescent psychiatric unit. I'll let you know tomorrow how the first day actually counseling went.

Next is a note on my shear stupidity. This should give everyone a good laugh. The other day I complained of the city spray painting the grass green. Well I was in the car today with my Mom and was complaining about this to her as we passed the guilty grass. She informed me that the green I was seeing was in fact "grass seed". Apparently there is a need for more grass on the neutral ground, so what I was seeing was in fact the seeds that will achieve that task. Wow I'm dumb.

Final observation...I notice that I often start of blogs with the word "so". I know others that do this too. Why is that? I think I may try to avoid that in the future. Kinda makes it sound like the continuation of a conversation...hmm...

And tonight I shall enjoy the Golden Globes though I haven't seen many movies at all this past year. I just hope that Heroes wins best TV show. That show is incredible...very refreshing. And for right now, I will go back to the daunting task of reading the very, very long Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.

I think that I've been having too much fun with these labels.


Jessica said...

So ... yeah I do it to. COnstantly. Oh well.

Literacy-chic said...

I understand about not wanting to be tied to a particular specialty and yet wanting to be a specialist. And I think we always worry about whether we're going to be good at something we've worked hard to achieve. Personally, I think I'm a crummy teacher sometimes--very disorganized & lazy. If it means anything, I think you'll be a great counselor. You're so caring & patient!

Chris said...

thanks Nicole! appreciate the confidence :)