... of the Year
Otherwise known as... Still Standing...
This is a crazy, hectic, work-oneself-to-death time of year in the life of a school counselor. We are in the throes of course registration for the 2012-2013 school year, and senior letters are due (in which we inform parents of the credits their children are lacking that they'll need to graduate)... while maintaining our normal, cheerful duties of facilitating parent-teacher conferences, returning communication to parents and teachers, and continuing to give schedules and credit evaluations to the students who enroll in our school each and every week.
It's... a lot.
I have had good weeks and not-so-good weeks since my dad passed. Two weeks ago was not so good. Last week I pulled it together-- I have too much to do to be weepy all the time.
Last week I was named Counselor of the Year by My Ever Growing County peers. It's an honor... but it's also more pressure to be even better than I was before... and... I am... so... not... there.
I hate that.... but... life goes on.
Last night I had a dream that I was standing on the top of a high-rise building, and the building started to collapse underneath me. In my dream, I knew that I just had to stay standing up and I would be okay. I was scared, but I rode the building all the way down to the street, and when I reached the bottom... I was on my feet.
It was a powerful dream. I am still standing.
This is a crazy, hectic, work-oneself-to-death time of year in the life of a school counselor. We are in the throes of course registration for the 2012-2013 school year, and senior letters are due (in which we inform parents of the credits their children are lacking that they'll need to graduate)... while maintaining our normal, cheerful duties of facilitating parent-teacher conferences, returning communication to parents and teachers, and continuing to give schedules and credit evaluations to the students who enroll in our school each and every week.
It's... a lot.
I have had good weeks and not-so-good weeks since my dad passed. Two weeks ago was not so good. Last week I pulled it together-- I have too much to do to be weepy all the time.
Last week I was named Counselor of the Year by My Ever Growing County peers. It's an honor... but it's also more pressure to be even better than I was before... and... I am... so... not... there.
I hate that.... but... life goes on.
Last night I had a dream that I was standing on the top of a high-rise building, and the building started to collapse underneath me. In my dream, I knew that I just had to stay standing up and I would be okay. I was scared, but I rode the building all the way down to the street, and when I reached the bottom... I was on my feet.
It was a powerful dream. I am still standing.
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