For the past 2.5 hours I have been trying to get my new printer to make nice with my computer.
I am exhausted and angry. I was supposed to be in bed at 9 so I can wake up at 5. I started this project at 8:30.
I. Hate. Computers.
And Ubuntu.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Camping
I'm pretty sure I ate my last s'more of the summer over the weekend.
It was bittersweet. Well, not the s'more. That was very sweet.
I went camping with two wards of singles 25ish-30, and one of 30+. We went to a camp that the church owns in New Hampshire on Friday night. It was huge, and had cabins. Luckily, there was a brand new shower house right near the cabin we chose. The issue was it had two entrances, one labeled "Adults" and one labeled "Young Women." When we went to bed that night I said "Someone better change those signs so we know which is girls and which is boys." My comment was met with this response: "Oh the boys have a shower house down by the water front; both sides of this bathroom are just for girls." Ok, fine.
I got up on Saturday morning to take a shower. The Young Women side only had one shower, but the Adult side had four. The Adult side was full of girls getting ready, so I joined them and got in a shower. Apparently all the girls left while I was in there because I was toweling off when I heard a boy cough from one of the bathroom stalls. I threw on my shoes and grabbed all of my clothes and bolted out of there as fast as I could, hoping mr.bathroom-stall didn't see me. I went over to the "young women" side where the girls were and finished getting ready.
About ten minutes later, a boy came by asking which side was theirs. Someone suggested they label the adult side as "men" but then there was argument about the number of showers. So then it was determined that the "Adult" side would be "Women" and the "Young Women" side would be "Men". This is all confusing, but the point is, after running out of the side the boys thought was theirs, I ran into the other one, and then left my contacts when it was determined that I was indeed in the right side in the first place. I had to wait for a boy to come along to get them for me. Ugh. And people think I'm uptight and too detail-focused. But guess what? This whole thing could have been avoided if the bathroom was re-labeled on Friday night like I suggested!!!
Anyway. On Saturday we had breakfast, did a service project (well, about 30 people did- the rest of us stood around), had free time which was used practicing skits, ate lunch, competed in "ward olympics" where we had to cross a ropes course, transport people in a canoe, out to the middle of the lake, and then switch canoes mid-water and come back without falling in or sinking, play tag (eeww), and answer trivia questions. Then we ate dinner, and had our skit night. Our ward won.
All of this was fine and dandy until Saturday night when I dropped my toothbrush on the bathroom floor.
Yeah, there was absolutely NO way that was going back in my mouth.
One of my cabin-mates and I went to bed at a reasonable hour both nights, which I am grateful for. It was chilly at night- I was wearing two pairs of socks, leggings, pants, a long-sleeve shirt and sweatshirt in my sleeping bag. (my roommate let me borrow hers- thank you janna!) We got up this morning and had a testimony meeting by the lake and then cleaned and came home.
I went on search of a toothbrush, since that can't really be put off a day. Since when does a CVS-brand toothbrush cost $3.50?!?!
Really.
Well I guess that's a small price to pay for clean teeth. It works out to about 1 cent for every time you brush and I suppose it's worth a penny.
But $3.50?!?
-mollie
It was bittersweet. Well, not the s'more. That was very sweet.
I went camping with two wards of singles 25ish-30, and one of 30+. We went to a camp that the church owns in New Hampshire on Friday night. It was huge, and had cabins. Luckily, there was a brand new shower house right near the cabin we chose. The issue was it had two entrances, one labeled "Adults" and one labeled "Young Women." When we went to bed that night I said "Someone better change those signs so we know which is girls and which is boys." My comment was met with this response: "Oh the boys have a shower house down by the water front; both sides of this bathroom are just for girls." Ok, fine.
I got up on Saturday morning to take a shower. The Young Women side only had one shower, but the Adult side had four. The Adult side was full of girls getting ready, so I joined them and got in a shower. Apparently all the girls left while I was in there because I was toweling off when I heard a boy cough from one of the bathroom stalls. I threw on my shoes and grabbed all of my clothes and bolted out of there as fast as I could, hoping mr.bathroom-stall didn't see me. I went over to the "young women" side where the girls were and finished getting ready.
About ten minutes later, a boy came by asking which side was theirs. Someone suggested they label the adult side as "men" but then there was argument about the number of showers. So then it was determined that the "Adult" side would be "Women" and the "Young Women" side would be "Men". This is all confusing, but the point is, after running out of the side the boys thought was theirs, I ran into the other one, and then left my contacts when it was determined that I was indeed in the right side in the first place. I had to wait for a boy to come along to get them for me. Ugh. And people think I'm uptight and too detail-focused. But guess what? This whole thing could have been avoided if the bathroom was re-labeled on Friday night like I suggested!!!
Anyway. On Saturday we had breakfast, did a service project (well, about 30 people did- the rest of us stood around), had free time which was used practicing skits, ate lunch, competed in "ward olympics" where we had to cross a ropes course, transport people in a canoe, out to the middle of the lake, and then switch canoes mid-water and come back without falling in or sinking, play tag (eeww), and answer trivia questions. Then we ate dinner, and had our skit night. Our ward won.
All of this was fine and dandy until Saturday night when I dropped my toothbrush on the bathroom floor.
Yeah, there was absolutely NO way that was going back in my mouth.
One of my cabin-mates and I went to bed at a reasonable hour both nights, which I am grateful for. It was chilly at night- I was wearing two pairs of socks, leggings, pants, a long-sleeve shirt and sweatshirt in my sleeping bag. (my roommate let me borrow hers- thank you janna!) We got up this morning and had a testimony meeting by the lake and then cleaned and came home.
I went on search of a toothbrush, since that can't really be put off a day. Since when does a CVS-brand toothbrush cost $3.50?!?!
Really.
Well I guess that's a small price to pay for clean teeth. It works out to about 1 cent for every time you brush and I suppose it's worth a penny.
But $3.50?!?
-mollie
Friday, September 17, 2010
Word to the Wise
I find the inappropriate use of the word "literally" annoying, but I have never spent time voicing my opinion on that fact until today.
If you are giving directions to someone (like me), please please please do NOT use the word "literally" as a modifier for the prepositional phrase "across the street" when what you really mean "around the block, through a door, and up a staircase".
Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
-mollie
If you are giving directions to someone (like me), please please please do NOT use the word "literally" as a modifier for the prepositional phrase "across the street" when what you really mean "around the block, through a door, and up a staircase".
Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
-mollie
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Channel Surfing
So I just decided to try the random cable cord that's been coiled up on my window sill and threaded out around the house to an unknown location.
I was excited when the channel scan said it picked up like 40 things, until I clicked through and realized that I now get the same 10 or so channels repeated 4 times, with the addition of a bunch of shop-at-home and Spanish channels.
So I think I'll stick to my NBC, ABC, and CBS. Because, let's be serious, I watch the news and Jeopardy.
I was excited when the channel scan said it picked up like 40 things, until I clicked through and realized that I now get the same 10 or so channels repeated 4 times, with the addition of a bunch of shop-at-home and Spanish channels.
So I think I'll stick to my NBC, ABC, and CBS. Because, let's be serious, I watch the news and Jeopardy.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Personal Chauffeur
So today was my first day of practicum, unexpectedly.
Last Friday I finished the interviewing process and made my list of where I wanted to go, while my interviewers also made a list of who they liked. Unfortunately when I met with my program director before turning the paper in, she told me to cross off two of the schools (that happened to be work-study funded) because she didn't think I would a) like being there or b) get the experience I was looking for. She recommended another I had interviewed with. She said it would be the best site to really learn what an effective guidance office does, working off the model for the national associate of school counselors etc. So I ranked it #1. I was worried because it was a pretty popular spot- a lot of people wanted it.
Around 8 pm on Friday I found out they took me (and two others)! So, luckily they must have liked me! I went to bed on Sunday night, checked my email this morning, and saw the district guidance director (an alum of the PSP program) wanted us there at 11 today, until my class at 4. So much for finding a job today. Luckily I did all my week's reading last week, minus one assignment that I did after I got out of class tonight.
First day at practicum (a site we'll call MHS) was good. I got a free planner!! More on that later. Then I came back to campus and went to my Childhood Trauma class where we talked about how high levels of cortisol (released in your body's stress response) can become chronic when exposed to chronic trauma (aka child abuse, etc.) and how the cortisol actually biologically changes the brain and stunts brain growth so that people who have chronic trauma experiences have fewer synapses. They usually develop a chronically high cortisol level even after the chronic trauma ends because their body was so used to it being high that it considered a high level as the new baseline. So, in short, chronic childhood trauma can screw you up for the rest of your life, not just emotionally, but by biologically altering your brain development. That's happy!
I went to the library with Molly to do a reading, and then went to leave. Another girl in the program gave me the number for the Harvard van service.
This is really the point of my post.
I called, the man told me about the service and asked where I wanted to be picked up and where I was going. He took my phone number and said he'd call when my turn came in the line-up of calls. I got a call about 15 minutes later saying the van was on its way and asking me to make my way to the exit. The van picked me up, and a very nice man made conversation with me [he grew up around the corner from where I live and Cambridge is very safe- the crime rate is at a 40 yr low] while he drove me right to my front door.
It. Was. Glorious. I came in and had to tell my roommate all about it- I was THAT happy.
So, you know, $38,000 tuition = free meals and a tote bag during orientation + free van rides home every night (between the hours of 7 pm and midnight). I take the perks where I can get them.
-mollie
p.s.- This means mom, you can stop worrying about me getting attacked on the sidewalk and dragged into some basement lair on my way home at night. And I don't have to pay $1.75 to take the (public transportation) bus!
And now I shall go to bed because it's cold and rainy and I have classes all day tomorrow!
Last Friday I finished the interviewing process and made my list of where I wanted to go, while my interviewers also made a list of who they liked. Unfortunately when I met with my program director before turning the paper in, she told me to cross off two of the schools (that happened to be work-study funded) because she didn't think I would a) like being there or b) get the experience I was looking for. She recommended another I had interviewed with. She said it would be the best site to really learn what an effective guidance office does, working off the model for the national associate of school counselors etc. So I ranked it #1. I was worried because it was a pretty popular spot- a lot of people wanted it.
Around 8 pm on Friday I found out they took me (and two others)! So, luckily they must have liked me! I went to bed on Sunday night, checked my email this morning, and saw the district guidance director (an alum of the PSP program) wanted us there at 11 today, until my class at 4. So much for finding a job today. Luckily I did all my week's reading last week, minus one assignment that I did after I got out of class tonight.
First day at practicum (a site we'll call MHS) was good. I got a free planner!! More on that later. Then I came back to campus and went to my Childhood Trauma class where we talked about how high levels of cortisol (released in your body's stress response) can become chronic when exposed to chronic trauma (aka child abuse, etc.) and how the cortisol actually biologically changes the brain and stunts brain growth so that people who have chronic trauma experiences have fewer synapses. They usually develop a chronically high cortisol level even after the chronic trauma ends because their body was so used to it being high that it considered a high level as the new baseline. So, in short, chronic childhood trauma can screw you up for the rest of your life, not just emotionally, but by biologically altering your brain development. That's happy!
I went to the library with Molly to do a reading, and then went to leave. Another girl in the program gave me the number for the Harvard van service.
This is really the point of my post.
I called, the man told me about the service and asked where I wanted to be picked up and where I was going. He took my phone number and said he'd call when my turn came in the line-up of calls. I got a call about 15 minutes later saying the van was on its way and asking me to make my way to the exit. The van picked me up, and a very nice man made conversation with me [he grew up around the corner from where I live and Cambridge is very safe- the crime rate is at a 40 yr low] while he drove me right to my front door.
It. Was. Glorious. I came in and had to tell my roommate all about it- I was THAT happy.
So, you know, $38,000 tuition = free meals and a tote bag during orientation + free van rides home every night (between the hours of 7 pm and midnight). I take the perks where I can get them.
-mollie
p.s.- This means mom, you can stop worrying about me getting attacked on the sidewalk and dragged into some basement lair on my way home at night. And I don't have to pay $1.75 to take the (public transportation) bus!
And now I shall go to bed because it's cold and rainy and I have classes all day tomorrow!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I Dreamed a Dream
Dear Family,
Last night I had a dream that all of you were in. It was Evan's birthday, and it was a Sunday. Mom was at church, mad that Erin and Mike did not get up to go. Dad was on a business trip somewhere, so Megan, Kyle, and I were on our way home on Main St. to start the birthday celebrating. Kyle was driving. We made a wide turn down a side street and cut in front of a guy who gave us a very dirty look. I was in the passenger seat and looked at Kyle, who had apparently fallen asleep. And then I started screaming and Megan and I stopped the car. Kyle wouldn't wake up and kept rolling around with his eyes half open.
We called home and I don't remember quite how we got there because the next thing I remember is dragging Kyle into the house and his body was all stiff. Evan said he was going to take him to the ER, but he had to take Paul somewhere to be babysat. Mom called to see if we were ready to eat cake, but we told her what happened. She said she'd come home. Evan thought Kyle must be on drugs since he wouldn't wake up and was acting all weird and I was wondering why we didn't just call an ambulance to come get him.
Mike came downstairs and said he thought we'd be getting a big storm soon because the ceiling was wet. Mom came home and we were telling her what happened; it was dark and stormy outside and someone said "Where's the dog?" She was alive sleeping on the floor by mom's feet.
And then I woke up. It was creepy.
And then I had another dream that Erin's friends Aubrey and... her husband (Mark? Was that his name?) bought a gigantic mobile home. It was the size of a house and had a big fancy master bathroom with a whirlpool tub and marble, and a great big living room. And Aubrey was trying to convince her husband to sell their house since they really didn't need two. I was in the library trying to study and they had these lock boxes on the desks where you were supposed to lock anything that was keeping you from studying, and when you were done, you could get them back. Some guy was saying people just go around and steal everything that's in them. I walked over to this gigantic window looking out over a big blacktop, like at an airport. Erin was yelling at me to get into the mobile home her neighbors had. Megan and Erin were in it because they were driving back to Aubrey's house, right near Erin's, and Erin needed a ride home.
The ride was all crazy and bumpy- driving up really steep cliffs and sliding down the other side. The mobile home was filled with bumble bees. Dead ones. And Aubrey was saying they had been harvesting the honey for money. The ride seemed like it was taking forever and then I woke up.
Odd.
I have vivid dreams pretty much every night, but this is the first time in a while that they've been sort of creepy. So there you have it.
Last night I had a dream that all of you were in. It was Evan's birthday, and it was a Sunday. Mom was at church, mad that Erin and Mike did not get up to go. Dad was on a business trip somewhere, so Megan, Kyle, and I were on our way home on Main St. to start the birthday celebrating. Kyle was driving. We made a wide turn down a side street and cut in front of a guy who gave us a very dirty look. I was in the passenger seat and looked at Kyle, who had apparently fallen asleep. And then I started screaming and Megan and I stopped the car. Kyle wouldn't wake up and kept rolling around with his eyes half open.
We called home and I don't remember quite how we got there because the next thing I remember is dragging Kyle into the house and his body was all stiff. Evan said he was going to take him to the ER, but he had to take Paul somewhere to be babysat. Mom called to see if we were ready to eat cake, but we told her what happened. She said she'd come home. Evan thought Kyle must be on drugs since he wouldn't wake up and was acting all weird and I was wondering why we didn't just call an ambulance to come get him.
Mike came downstairs and said he thought we'd be getting a big storm soon because the ceiling was wet. Mom came home and we were telling her what happened; it was dark and stormy outside and someone said "Where's the dog?" She was alive sleeping on the floor by mom's feet.
And then I woke up. It was creepy.
And then I had another dream that Erin's friends Aubrey and... her husband (Mark? Was that his name?) bought a gigantic mobile home. It was the size of a house and had a big fancy master bathroom with a whirlpool tub and marble, and a great big living room. And Aubrey was trying to convince her husband to sell their house since they really didn't need two. I was in the library trying to study and they had these lock boxes on the desks where you were supposed to lock anything that was keeping you from studying, and when you were done, you could get them back. Some guy was saying people just go around and steal everything that's in them. I walked over to this gigantic window looking out over a big blacktop, like at an airport. Erin was yelling at me to get into the mobile home her neighbors had. Megan and Erin were in it because they were driving back to Aubrey's house, right near Erin's, and Erin needed a ride home.
The ride was all crazy and bumpy- driving up really steep cliffs and sliding down the other side. The mobile home was filled with bumble bees. Dead ones. And Aubrey was saying they had been harvesting the honey for money. The ride seemed like it was taking forever and then I woke up.
Odd.
I have vivid dreams pretty much every night, but this is the first time in a while that they've been sort of creepy. So there you have it.
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Boring Update: The First Week
So...
Since last week, I got my schedule approved by my advisor, registered for classes, and then began attending them on Wednesday. I went to my Childhood Trauma class where we talked about September 11 and collective/community trauma. And we talked about how until the early 90s, the general idea out in psychology land was that children are not affected by traumatic experiences because they are too young, or won't remember, or will "bounce back". And now the research is shifting to say kids are never too young to not be affected by trauma. So then we talked about scary things like a whole schoolbus of kids getting kidnapped and being buried underground, or a girl snatched out of her bed at night and how they affect the victim, but also those hearing the stories.
On Thursday, mom came and picked me up. We went to the Longfellow House which is only a 5-10 minute walk from my house, and incidentally, right across from where the LDS church building is that burned- otherwise I'd be going to church there. (Hopefully they'll get it rebuilt and I can stop walking 30 minutes and taking the T to church!!!!)
The Longfellow house was also where George Washington stationed the army as the revolution was beginning. Mom and I were taking a tour when I started to feel like I was going to barf or faint. I tried to make it better, but the only way to do that was to sit down on the floor and draw attention to myself, which I finally did. And felt much better. They had someone come to guide me out and get me a paper cup from the bathroom filled with about 5 ounces of lukewarm water. It was gross, but I drank like 10 cups. (Don't worry- I got them myself. The museum staff didn't seem that inclined to help.)
Anyway. Then we walked back to my house and drove home to CT. On Friday, I cleaned most of the day and got my hair cut. I decided I might as well go to a cheap place so that if it turns out as bad as last time, at least I didn't pay a small fortune for it. I was really happy with the cut- the woman took a lot of time making sure it looked how I wanted and she was very picky about making sure it looked alright. So I gave her a big tip and still walked out paying less than $20. Now I just hope she's still there and remembers what she did when I need it cut again.
Friday night, Sean arrived from Washington D.C. We got up Saturday morning and I made breakfast before mom and dad left to go to Boston and Sean and I drove around and eventually ended up in Boston where we walked around Harvard and went and met my parents for a movie. We used the free tickets that Megan sent to me in the mail that were originally gifts from Evan like 8 years ago. I had mine as well, so that made 4. I hadn't used them because there weren't any theatres around Cromwell. But luckily, there was a theatre in Lowell, where mom and dad were staying.
We also decided that was the best gift we could have gotten; sort of like buying forever stamps. The price of movie tickets has continued to go up since then.
Movie tickets = $10.50 a piece (who pays that?!) x 4 = $42
Large popcorn = $6.75 x 2 = $13.50
Regular soda = $4.25 x 4 = $17
Total cost today: $72.50
We paid: $0
Circa 2002 Evan paid: I don't know, but I know it wasn't $73!!
Seriously. Those movie passes were a pretty good deal!
We saw Inception. It was good I guess- but I prefer to think the little spinny thing fell over at the end because I do not want to spend any more time thinking about that movie.
Then on Sunday we went and drove around and saw the medical schools Sean applied to in Boston, went to church, and walked the freedom trail. We ate at an Italian place in the north end (where everything is Italian) and then decided we might as well stand in line at Mike's Pastry, which always always has a line around the block for a cannoli. I have to say, it was a delicious cannoli. And I don't like cannolis generally. We also had a chocolate creme brulee, an eclair, a strawberry lobstertail cream puff, and another cannoli. It was delicious.
And then Sean left on Monday morning and I tried to read a bunch of assignments I failed to do over the long weekend. And then I went to dinner at a friend's house- she made us a "raw" dinner because she's trying to get back into eating only raw foods because she has health issues. Everything looked delicious and it was surprisingly filling, but it took her quite a while to make and I like my meat and processed foods just fine.
Tuesday I had three classes: Individual counseling, Risk and Resilience in Adolescence, and Practicum Seminar. At Practicum Seminar we usually talk about how things are going and get feedback on what to do with students, etc. But, this time we had our Practicum Site Fair where 21 different schools/NPOs came and we tried to convince them they liked us. Luckily, there were more practicum openings than there are students, so that made me feel a little better. A little.
So you sign up for interviews and then you're required to go visit at least three of the sites, and interview there. Then you make a list of your favorite sites, they make a list of their favorite interns, and hopefully they match up.
I had two interviews yesterday, one today, and possibly two tomorrow. I've officially been on the bus by myself now- got off about 8 block too early, but whatever. I have two interviews at middle schools, three at high schools.
Our lists are due by Friday at 1 and then we hear hopefully that night where we're going. And then practicum starts next week!
Yesterday I also had Group Counseling class. It was fine, but I think it will definitely be my sort of touchy-feely class of the semester. Individual Counseling is like that too, but not to the same degree. Group involves "sections" (most classes do- they're like "labs" at BYU) but in group our sections are actually... groups. We each take a turn facilitating a group counseling session with each other as participants. (We also have a Teaching Fellow (people now graduated and working who took the class) who run the group for a few weeks to get us going.) It's a little weird, not gonna lie. But at least not all that intellectually challenging.
Alright, I have to go get ready for my interview today.
-mollie
Since last week, I got my schedule approved by my advisor, registered for classes, and then began attending them on Wednesday. I went to my Childhood Trauma class where we talked about September 11 and collective/community trauma. And we talked about how until the early 90s, the general idea out in psychology land was that children are not affected by traumatic experiences because they are too young, or won't remember, or will "bounce back". And now the research is shifting to say kids are never too young to not be affected by trauma. So then we talked about scary things like a whole schoolbus of kids getting kidnapped and being buried underground, or a girl snatched out of her bed at night and how they affect the victim, but also those hearing the stories.
On Thursday, mom came and picked me up. We went to the Longfellow House which is only a 5-10 minute walk from my house, and incidentally, right across from where the LDS church building is that burned- otherwise I'd be going to church there. (Hopefully they'll get it rebuilt and I can stop walking 30 minutes and taking the T to church!!!!)
The Longfellow house was also where George Washington stationed the army as the revolution was beginning. Mom and I were taking a tour when I started to feel like I was going to barf or faint. I tried to make it better, but the only way to do that was to sit down on the floor and draw attention to myself, which I finally did. And felt much better. They had someone come to guide me out and get me a paper cup from the bathroom filled with about 5 ounces of lukewarm water. It was gross, but I drank like 10 cups. (Don't worry- I got them myself. The museum staff didn't seem that inclined to help.)
Anyway. Then we walked back to my house and drove home to CT. On Friday, I cleaned most of the day and got my hair cut. I decided I might as well go to a cheap place so that if it turns out as bad as last time, at least I didn't pay a small fortune for it. I was really happy with the cut- the woman took a lot of time making sure it looked how I wanted and she was very picky about making sure it looked alright. So I gave her a big tip and still walked out paying less than $20. Now I just hope she's still there and remembers what she did when I need it cut again.
Friday night, Sean arrived from Washington D.C. We got up Saturday morning and I made breakfast before mom and dad left to go to Boston and Sean and I drove around and eventually ended up in Boston where we walked around Harvard and went and met my parents for a movie. We used the free tickets that Megan sent to me in the mail that were originally gifts from Evan like 8 years ago. I had mine as well, so that made 4. I hadn't used them because there weren't any theatres around Cromwell. But luckily, there was a theatre in Lowell, where mom and dad were staying.
We also decided that was the best gift we could have gotten; sort of like buying forever stamps. The price of movie tickets has continued to go up since then.
Movie tickets = $10.50 a piece (who pays that?!) x 4 = $42
Large popcorn = $6.75 x 2 = $13.50
Regular soda = $4.25 x 4 = $17
Total cost today: $72.50
We paid: $0
Circa 2002 Evan paid: I don't know, but I know it wasn't $73!!
Seriously. Those movie passes were a pretty good deal!
We saw Inception. It was good I guess- but I prefer to think the little spinny thing fell over at the end because I do not want to spend any more time thinking about that movie.
Then on Sunday we went and drove around and saw the medical schools Sean applied to in Boston, went to church, and walked the freedom trail. We ate at an Italian place in the north end (where everything is Italian) and then decided we might as well stand in line at Mike's Pastry, which always always has a line around the block for a cannoli. I have to say, it was a delicious cannoli. And I don't like cannolis generally. We also had a chocolate creme brulee, an eclair, a strawberry lobstertail cream puff, and another cannoli. It was delicious.
And then Sean left on Monday morning and I tried to read a bunch of assignments I failed to do over the long weekend. And then I went to dinner at a friend's house- she made us a "raw" dinner because she's trying to get back into eating only raw foods because she has health issues. Everything looked delicious and it was surprisingly filling, but it took her quite a while to make and I like my meat and processed foods just fine.
Tuesday I had three classes: Individual counseling, Risk and Resilience in Adolescence, and Practicum Seminar. At Practicum Seminar we usually talk about how things are going and get feedback on what to do with students, etc. But, this time we had our Practicum Site Fair where 21 different schools/NPOs came and we tried to convince them they liked us. Luckily, there were more practicum openings than there are students, so that made me feel a little better. A little.
So you sign up for interviews and then you're required to go visit at least three of the sites, and interview there. Then you make a list of your favorite sites, they make a list of their favorite interns, and hopefully they match up.
I had two interviews yesterday, one today, and possibly two tomorrow. I've officially been on the bus by myself now- got off about 8 block too early, but whatever. I have two interviews at middle schools, three at high schools.
Our lists are due by Friday at 1 and then we hear hopefully that night where we're going. And then practicum starts next week!
Yesterday I also had Group Counseling class. It was fine, but I think it will definitely be my sort of touchy-feely class of the semester. Individual Counseling is like that too, but not to the same degree. Group involves "sections" (most classes do- they're like "labs" at BYU) but in group our sections are actually... groups. We each take a turn facilitating a group counseling session with each other as participants. (We also have a Teaching Fellow (people now graduated and working who took the class) who run the group for a few weeks to get us going.) It's a little weird, not gonna lie. But at least not all that intellectually challenging.
Alright, I have to go get ready for my interview today.
-mollie
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