drama llama
So Jean's parents are contemplating getting a divorce, and Jean is being forced to mediate between her domineering mother and never-saying-when-he-wants-anything father. Jean also tends to mediate between Sarah and Rachel, in the Epic Quest to Actually Finish the Physics Homework. Except that it's not 'finish'. It's 'have everything perfect'. Which doesn't tend to happen.
Evidently this morning Sarah walked in on Jean and Rachel, who had started physics without her. She started yelling, Rachel had a panic attack, there were lots of tears. My RA saw me coming into the building and was all concerned that our block had some serious issues going on. (Which, granted, is true, but they are not substantially worse than they were in the past, nor are they theoretically going to get worse in the future. Hopefully.)
Sarah spent the day downstairs, trying to do the problems that evidently Rachel and Jean "wouldn't help her with". She appears to be convinced that she's a third wheel in the EQtAFtPH, and that she never contributes anything of substance, and thus is dumb, and is going to fail all her classes. Which is not true, but a serious fear & belief in inadequacy, etc
Rachel left the building. Jean was willing to help, but (rightfully) wanted an apology first, especially since she's dealing with all sorts of other issues at the same time, and Sarah expected Jean to come down first. Because her logic doesn't always hold. But Sarah isn't eating right, and is stressing out before the midterm-y weeks when I expect Physics to elicit this sort of response, and though I can occasionally get her to calm down, I don't know the material she's working on, and the Mother Hen in me wants to fix this, but it's a realization that Sarah needs to make, and I can't make it for her and *flail*
In other news, I actually saw people today at dinner, and Kevin stopped by afterwards. I don't know, guys. *more flail*
And I went sledding with 6-year-olds, who fit on their sleds much better than I fit on my Sharples tray.
Evidently this morning Sarah walked in on Jean and Rachel, who had started physics without her. She started yelling, Rachel had a panic attack, there were lots of tears. My RA saw me coming into the building and was all concerned that our block had some serious issues going on. (Which, granted, is true, but they are not substantially worse than they were in the past, nor are they theoretically going to get worse in the future. Hopefully.)
Sarah spent the day downstairs, trying to do the problems that evidently Rachel and Jean "wouldn't help her with". She appears to be convinced that she's a third wheel in the EQtAFtPH, and that she never contributes anything of substance, and thus is dumb, and is going to fail all her classes. Which is not true, but a serious fear & belief in inadequacy, etc
Rachel left the building. Jean was willing to help, but (rightfully) wanted an apology first, especially since she's dealing with all sorts of other issues at the same time, and Sarah expected Jean to come down first. Because her logic doesn't always hold. But Sarah isn't eating right, and is stressing out before the midterm-y weeks when I expect Physics to elicit this sort of response, and though I can occasionally get her to calm down, I don't know the material she's working on, and the Mother Hen in me wants to fix this, but it's a realization that Sarah needs to make, and I can't make it for her and *flail*
In other news, I actually saw people today at dinner, and Kevin stopped by afterwards. I don't know, guys. *more flail*
And I went sledding with 6-year-olds, who fit on their sleds much better than I fit on my Sharples tray.