So sue me.
Well, I just finished my first week of my masters program. First impressions? Oh, my God, the eye candy!
Oh, stop rolling your eyes. Even if I were single I wouldn't be interested in pursuing anything with the young 'uns, but they sure are nice to look at.
"What!?" some of you might be thinking. "You've just started a Masters of Social Work program and all you can talk about is the cute boys?" Oh, please. It's a little early to have much to say about the program. I'm pretty satisfied with my instructors. They all seem knowledgeable, personable and easy to listen to. (Better be. All the classes are three hours long.) The amount of reading that is assigned is insane. I'm already behind. We'll see if I can catch up and stay on top of it.
I've also started my internship at the county Juvenile Receiving Center. It's basically where cops bring teens they pick up for truancy or minor offenses that don't warrant Juvenile Court. Parents are also welcome to bring their kids their for a "time out" or for free counseling. It's funny how some parents think it's a babysitting service. They're going on vacation, don't want to take little Johnny with them so they try and drop him off at the country for a few days. Yeah...no. It doesn't work like that.
I got to sit in a couple of therapy sessions. Of course I'm not at liberty to discuss them in any kind of detail, but lets just say after listening to one teenager talk about his home life, I walked out thinking, "Well, duh. It's no wonder this kid has issues."
I'm excited about this. People ask me if I'm nervous and I'm not really. Stressed, yes, but that's not the same thing.