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tsubaki94 · 5 months
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Counseling Session
Here's my half of the ectoimplosion2023.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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In 3rd grade or so I had a very detailed dream about my elementary school counselor running a factory that turned kids into Thanksgiving food. I never saw that man the same again.
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rainbow-baby-one · 8 months
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Counseling Crew Shirt | Middle School Counselor Sweatshirt | Counseling Office | School Counselor Tees | Squad | Mental Health Social Worker
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lovelikecourt · 5 months
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dont trust school counselors, i told the school counselor my problems and i got sent to a luney bin
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thistherapylife · 2 years
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Welcome back to school, therapists
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fan-dweeb · 3 months
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Me: omg I’m so stressed about [insert stressful things in my private life]
School counsellor: awww forget about those, worry about [insert academic stressors] instead
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glasskit · 6 months
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if anyone here is planning on starting a private school please give those kids access to a school counselor. there were so many situations at my private school as a kid where i should have been sent to see a counselor but i wasn't because my school was small and didn't have one
and if you're thinking "oh these kids don't need a counselor this is just elementary school" my serious problems started in elementary school and by the time middle school was in session i was near my breaking point. the goal should be to get them help before they get to that point
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taoamitq · 11 months
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10th grade - So when the teacher calls me disrespectful is a life lesson?
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Ok heres some background So i had a group presentation due the next morning and i was on the slides the night before and barely anything is done one of my group mates is on it now doing their work but i didnt have one of my groupmates number and the other isnt responding to my texts and if i called it went straight to voice mail
The Night Before:
i was literally going to have a breakdown i did not want to go to school the next day and i didnt want to do their work cause wtf i literally could not and we couldnt ask for extra time cause the presentation is in time with when we are reading that chapter (it was a book report thingy for Lord of the Flies
i had been debating just going to the wellness center but then i thought i might get in trouble but i could not do this with my then state of mind much less talk in front of the class the next day even if its just one slide
I still had so much shit to do that night. I had to clean the kitchen, take a shower, eat dinner, and get my stuff ready for school the next day.
i thought ill do my part and skip the presentation and hide in the wellness center and maybe talk with the school social worker or counselor
but then again idl what my teacher will think i could have said "oh i had a breakdown last night" but like i didnt want to admit that
The Day of the Incident:
My presentation was at 8:30 sharp and i had been running late. So i got to school 10 minutes late to class accidently missing the presentation.
My teacher comes up to me and starts saying how me being late was disrespectful to my group while the classroom was silent do you know how embarrassing that was and how yk hurt i felt after that.
I was speed walking to the wellness center after that cause i needed the break i was literally crying as i was walking.
I spent a good 40 minutes in the wellness center sobbing and talking to a counselor and that was a terrible decision.
My Rating: 5/10 she said what happened was a “reality check” how is embarrassing a student in front of a class a “reality check” and she was mean
for my next class i was about to pass out and my paper was getting blurry from my lack of sleep
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elfie4306 · 2 years
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The urge to trauma dump on my school counselor so she knows my whole deal and that I’m not dumb I just had a tough few years lmao
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thatgayhippie · 1 year
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school counsellors be like "dO yOu hAve hObbIeS?" bitch I'm talking about my anxiety I'm not here on an awkward first date
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wronggalaxy · 1 year
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Mental health hotlines need to ask less personal questions. Just tried to chat with a counselor from The National Suicide Prevention Hotline(I think, don't completely remember) and had to leave before I could discuss any of my feelings because I had to put in my city which made me paranoid and anxious. The people who are supposed to help are doing the exact same thing as well. I'm too scared to see a therapist other than my school counselor who I'm forced to see and I won't even tell him the truth about anything because I don't want to be sent to a mental hospital and given more trauma. I need help, but it's literally impossible to get safely. What the fuck?!
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lifeofaneducator · 2 years
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Trying to get into the counseling field is hard.
I graduated a year ago from my master's program in School Counseling. I am licensed to work in schools and to help students whether it be with schedules, making friends, mental health, or just being a friend. I have applied for a counseling position 17 times, and was denied 16 out of the 17. The 17th application I find out about on Monday.
When you go to school for 6 years and she'd tears over homework, frustration over independent class work, and pride over the accomplishments, getting denied/rejected just feels worse than the F I got on a test in college. Out of my 17 applications, 2 of them were to my dream job and I got rejected both times--I was told I would be in "high consideration".
Now that I have been rejected so many times, my hope and belief in myself is steadily decreasing and I always question, "Why should I put in so much effort if I'm going to get declined?" Even thinking about my interview Monday has me on the verge of tears.
"You need to be more confident." "It was just your dream job." "Keep your head up." This isn't just a dream job, this is a dream profession that I want to be successful in. I want to get my doctorate and teach these counseling skills at the baccalaureate level. Getting the position means more to me than life itself. I know people are trying to help me stay positive, but how can I be when it's always, "Unfortunately we went with another candidate."
If I could change one thing about the field, it would be for administration to give people a chance. "Your portfolio is beautiful." Then let me show you my skills and my beautiful personality. I may only be 25, but I'm hardworking, passionate, empathetic, and all I want to do is help people. I just want to be given a chance.
~Author
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friendlychaos · 2 years
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More stuff that’s happened at my school!
•A kid had a screaming match with the gym coach in front of the entire lunchroom. The gym coach is an ass and probably deserved it.
•There was a gas leak. We had to evacuate.
•Still no Chem teacher lol.
•Apparently we don’t have a school counselor. I learned that when I had a panic attack and had to go home early.
•My Greek teacher is the most boring person alive. I’ve decided I’m just gonna skip Greek and go sit in the Latin teachers room because she’d A) Let me and B) She’s fun. I love her, she’s my second mother.
•Also they’re actually enforcing the dress code so we can’t wear high top sneakers, hoodies, shoes that aren’t brown, black, white, or navy, skirt lengths are being checked as well as shorts, no cargo pants, no baggy pants, the hair rules are dumb. Maybe they should work on having student resources and abiding by 504s and IEPs before they do stuff like dress code enforcement.
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qupritsuvwix · 2 years
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The poorly educated and the brain dead making education safe for ignorance.
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roist-vaz · 3 months
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bfgoodridge · 4 months
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Many Happy Returns
I have not blogged in three years. Traffic was a nightmare.
I have experimented with Substack. A post or two (or three) have slipped out over there from time to time. But tumblr was my home, my space for years. I would often begin my Sunday mornings at a Starbucks with a Mocha Frappuccino and cheese danish. I would let my mind wander for a couple of hours at my laptop before getting on with my day. And then I stopped.
As I write this it is 11:05 PM on January 1, 2024. I just took some time to my write my hopes and goals for the year. I wrote down my hopes, my INs and OUTs, three goals, and some far-reaching fitness goals. I think I'll keep those close to my chest for now.
I guess I didn't want the first day of a new year to slip by without returning to a familiar place. A lot has happened since 2020. I tried journaling daily but that didn't last long. Blogging has never been a daily thing for me. I have always been a spur of the moment writer when it came to my thoughts or times when I post. I guess that is who I am.
I hope to come back here often. If I don't, I hope I am taking care of myself. I hope I am enjoying friendship, a good book, a lunch group with students, continuing to fall in love, and entering deeper into the Kingdom of God. If I can come back here in a week or another three years and find my hopes to be my reality...well, here's too many happy returns!
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