Between the hours of 8:30 and 1 today I experienced:
- counseling 6, yes SIX, students (3 scheduled, 3 crisis)
- dealing with a kid ready to run away because her mom thinks she's trouble and tried to "commit her to juvy" last night for hanging out with friends after school
- hearing the story of a girl who is being beat up by her brother (but because she's 18 and due to cultural issues, CPS won't get involved)
- kicking a kid out of my office because he was being an absolute punk (lied to me to get out of class--big mistake)
- internally celebrating the end of a controlling (abusive) relationship while empathizing with a student's mixed feelings about the breakup
- sighing with relief when a student of color shared a story about being released without any trouble after getting picked up by the police for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and bearing an uncanny resemblance to the guy they were looking for
- dropping my lunch on the floor of the staff room and then salvaging the top half that wasn't touching linoleum because I didn't have time to pick up anything else before my next session in a half hour
- laughing with the girls in the hall over our "10 reasons to use protection" binder, complete with graphic close-up pictures of every type of STD and STI
The rest of the day wasn't nearly so interesting, so I'll stop here.
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