Today was not so bad, in comparison to the many days I have now spent in Western Ky wishing I could be anywhere else. The sun was shining and I didn't have to work. On the other hand, the wind was blowing as usual and I have nothing to do but hang around my house and write reports. I guess anything is better than driving the two hours to and from work though. All in all, it could be have been worse.
I am so looking forward to summer and this break is just a tease. Two more long months and 30 some reports/meetings until freedom. Some would say I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but really it's more of a faint glimmer for the time being. Oh, school psychology. That's the thing they don't tell you about this profession in grad school...no one actually likes their job. Basically we get to put up with all the crappy situations like telling parents their kids either are or are not eligible for services, and no one is ever satisfied. They want me to tell them exactly what is wrong with their child and then immediately fix it - even when there is nothing at all wrong!
The kids can be an upside...sometimes. Or sometimes I just chase them down the hall before they can run in and disrupt another classroom. Yes, I know, I am such a professional. I think for me though, the administrator expectations are the worst. They expect the world of me, and when I do something human it's like I committed the crime of the century.
"Yes, I'm so sorry I was five minutes late for a meeting or you had a hard time tracking me down, but see I have this thing called a job. You wouldn't know anything about that since I apparently do yours for you."
What can you do though. I could quit and work at the library, which is what I should have majored in anyway. But no, I chose psychology. A profession that leaves you absolutely unemployable, except of course, for the jobs no one else wants. I mean really, who chooses to listen to other people's problems all day. I should work on my compassion I guess...or just find a new job.
But I digress, today's writing was supposed to be about my not so bad day. A few and far between occasion, so back to the point. I slept in (no children in this household to wake me up...just two crazy cats and a husband) and wrote a few reports. I also exercised and worked on my meditation (which is supposed to help prevent tirades such as those above). Yay for me. But overall I made a commitment to write each day, even if it is just crap like this. At least my brain is working and I'm starting somewhere. Writing practice is good, so the experts say. We will see...right now it just looks like a jumbled mess. Kind of like my life really. Although, one could postulate that everyone's life is a jumbled mess because that is life. There is no rhyme or reason for the things that happen. They just do.
I am so looking forward to summer and this break is just a tease. Two more long months and 30 some reports/meetings until freedom. Some would say I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but really it's more of a faint glimmer for the time being. Oh, school psychology. That's the thing they don't tell you about this profession in grad school...no one actually likes their job. Basically we get to put up with all the crappy situations like telling parents their kids either are or are not eligible for services, and no one is ever satisfied. They want me to tell them exactly what is wrong with their child and then immediately fix it - even when there is nothing at all wrong!
The kids can be an upside...sometimes. Or sometimes I just chase them down the hall before they can run in and disrupt another classroom. Yes, I know, I am such a professional. I think for me though, the administrator expectations are the worst. They expect the world of me, and when I do something human it's like I committed the crime of the century.
"Yes, I'm so sorry I was five minutes late for a meeting or you had a hard time tracking me down, but see I have this thing called a job. You wouldn't know anything about that since I apparently do yours for you."
What can you do though. I could quit and work at the library, which is what I should have majored in anyway. But no, I chose psychology. A profession that leaves you absolutely unemployable, except of course, for the jobs no one else wants. I mean really, who chooses to listen to other people's problems all day. I should work on my compassion I guess...or just find a new job.
But I digress, today's writing was supposed to be about my not so bad day. A few and far between occasion, so back to the point. I slept in (no children in this household to wake me up...just two crazy cats and a husband) and wrote a few reports. I also exercised and worked on my meditation (which is supposed to help prevent tirades such as those above). Yay for me. But overall I made a commitment to write each day, even if it is just crap like this. At least my brain is working and I'm starting somewhere. Writing practice is good, so the experts say. We will see...right now it just looks like a jumbled mess. Kind of like my life really. Although, one could postulate that everyone's life is a jumbled mess because that is life. There is no rhyme or reason for the things that happen. They just do.
