I'm feeling pretty good about school tonight, which is a change. After meeting with Dr. Marcia, I have some more information about practicum and graduate assistantship for next year. Now it's just a matter of waiting... until next month to start emailing universities in England about doing an internship there... until February before the assistantships start opening up. I hate waiting. These are some nerve-racking things to go through because it will test my competence. I feel like others have the advantage, but I am okay at putting my thoughts together if I have time to prepare and I'm a pretty personable person, so I think I might have a chance. My hope is to get on somewhere at Cambridge University, though I still have some more research to do. They don't necessarily have a "Dean of Students" or a specific student affairs department like colleges here in the United States do and that makes it tricky because I'm not sure where I'll fit in. I really hope for a GA position next year that I get something directly related to academic advising. I would venture to say that it's pretty imperative that I get something that's directly related to academic advising because I need some concrete experience to put on my resume. I think most positions say 3-5 years, and I obviously will not have that. I've learned though, from getting hired at BroMenn, that what they say they want is not necessarily what they're going to hire--it just weeds out the totally unprepared and unexperienced. We'll see though. Again, I just hate waiting. But wait, I shall.
So the situation with the parent has been, I guess, about 75% resolved. Cecilia did some investigating and it sounds like the whole thing was pretty much pointless (the student doesn't even need the class?!). I'm annoyed and frustrated because the mother took a completely different angle with Cecilia, which probably makes me look worse. Cecilia reassured me that I did fine and that I shouldn't worry about it. I still feel awful; that mother said some very hurtful things that will probably stick with me for awhile. I still feel like crying about the whole thing. I hate feeling incompetent, but the thing that's worse is that I'm worried that Cecilia doesn't think I'm a good advisor. She doesn't know me well enough to know that I care, that I listen, and that I'm patient and understanding. All she knows is what she hears from other people and, unfortunately, this parent probably had a lot of bad things to say about me, which really just came from a pl...
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