the stress of the day
The stress of the day is killing me. I need to go to sleep so I can start all over again tomorrow but can't. I should write with all this pent up energy but I can't. What a long and crazy day. I love, LOVE, my job at a professor. Especially teaching the Freshman Seminar class...but this year is going to be a hard one.
I met my students today. One from Alabama and doesn't know how she's going to handle it when her parents leave tomorrow...she won't see them again until Thanksgiving. I wanted to hug her when she told me her mother has been crying all day.
One student introduced herself and said that she lives in her car with her brother and commutes an hour to class because this is the only school that could give her a scholarship. when asked by another student if she wasn't allowed to go home she just said sometimes she's allowed home...sometimes it's easier just not to go home. I wanted to hug her and tell her to move into my spare bedroom.
She then told me she can't come to the final convocation tomorrow night because it's in a church and she can't go into churches ever since her boyfriend's funeral this past spring.
I have a boy who met me after class because he needs my help finding a local doctor for his ADHD and a local counselor to help him with a weekly appointment because his counselor back home told him he needed to keep going to therapy even when he was at school. He wants to talk to me about his issues when I have the time.
I came home and cried...
I met my students today. One from Alabama and doesn't know how she's going to handle it when her parents leave tomorrow...she won't see them again until Thanksgiving. I wanted to hug her when she told me her mother has been crying all day.
One student introduced herself and said that she lives in her car with her brother and commutes an hour to class because this is the only school that could give her a scholarship. when asked by another student if she wasn't allowed to go home she just said sometimes she's allowed home...sometimes it's easier just not to go home. I wanted to hug her and tell her to move into my spare bedroom.
She then told me she can't come to the final convocation tomorrow night because it's in a church and she can't go into churches ever since her boyfriend's funeral this past spring.
I have a boy who met me after class because he needs my help finding a local doctor for his ADHD and a local counselor to help him with a weekly appointment because his counselor back home told him he needed to keep going to therapy even when he was at school. He wants to talk to me about his issues when I have the time.
I came home and cried...