Thanks Timehop for reminding me that I graduated with my Master’s Degree three years ago today.
Sometimes it feels like 10 years. Some days it even feels like 100 years.
Some days I wonder how I graduated and wonder if I just graduated yesterday.
I do love what I do even if sometimes it’s hard and challenging and emotionally taxing. Like now. When I’m dealing with a lot of upset girls over the death of a parent of one of our students. He had cancer, so it’s not a shock, but it’s still very upsetting. There are some days I run for the door at 3:15 just because it’s either been a long day or an emotionally challenging one. There are some days I’m still here until 4:30 just talking to other faculty members and losing track of time.
But, at the end of the day, I love what I do. I’m so glad I pursued a degree in this. I’m happy I get to work in a school where I’m valued and not just “for scheduling” or “college visits”. Yes, I do college visits, but I’m also involved in the students emotional and mental needs and always consulted before alternatives are considered for a student in a special circumstance. It’s not often a high school counselor gets that.
Three years later; I’d do it all over again.
In thirty years? I don’t know. Ask me in 27 years.