The things that went down on the college tour have stayed with me in ways I didn't expect. Both the good and the bad.
I can't go into details, nor do I really have to here, but I have to say I am having trouble moving forward after what happened with student X. All I see is anger, discontent, pain, and tinges of hopelessness that all reveal themselves in varying amounts on a daily basis. It's killing me to see that and not know how to rectify it.
I know all I can do moving forward is to be consistently supportive. But what about that English homework...? Keeping the academics out of conversation when you're supposed to be someone's academic advisor is mighty tricky. But that's how it has to be for now.
My supervisors (all 3) asked me how I stayed calm during the "incident", as they refer to it. Quite frankly...I have no idea.
Maybe it was a snap reaction. You see a room full of hysterical, crying girls and you just act.
Maybe it was because...honestly, I wasn't surprised. I saw the spiraling and pondered the possibility, as much as you don't want to.
Maybe it was because I've dealt with this before, so to speak. Granted, I was on the receiving end, playing the role of the grieving friend who never saw it coming, so the 'shock' of it all was removed. Sadly.
I don't really know.
Im just thankful things turned out okay. What a week that was.
I can't go into details, nor do I really have to here, but I have to say I am having trouble moving forward after what happened with student X. All I see is anger, discontent, pain, and tinges of hopelessness that all reveal themselves in varying amounts on a daily basis. It's killing me to see that and not know how to rectify it.
I know all I can do moving forward is to be consistently supportive. But what about that English homework...? Keeping the academics out of conversation when you're supposed to be someone's academic advisor is mighty tricky. But that's how it has to be for now.
My supervisors (all 3) asked me how I stayed calm during the "incident", as they refer to it. Quite frankly...I have no idea.
Maybe it was a snap reaction. You see a room full of hysterical, crying girls and you just act.
Maybe it was because...honestly, I wasn't surprised. I saw the spiraling and pondered the possibility, as much as you don't want to.
Maybe it was because I've dealt with this before, so to speak. Granted, I was on the receiving end, playing the role of the grieving friend who never saw it coming, so the 'shock' of it all was removed. Sadly.
I don't really know.
Im just thankful things turned out okay. What a week that was.
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