No rest for the Wicked...I must be wicked then!
'No rest for the wicked' isn't that what they say?
The only conclusion I can draw from this, is I must be wicked then. Whether this is conscious wickedness (I don't think it is) or not, it still comes to the same thing.
Work, Work, Work. And I know a LOT of people can empathise with me there. I just don't feel like I've stopped over the last week!
However, after submitting my Lit. review and getting feedback that as it stands it would be marked at a 60 (and it's a first draft); getting 2 essays back at 68 and 73: yes, Black studies was miraculous-still haven't figured out why I got 73 though, and dialogue with Wayne today didn't help either! He just said I 'deserved it' and was 'brutally honest'...is that a good thing then? Hmmm.
Have just handed in another essay today- Play work, which is my focus of worry now-there's always a worry, it's how I function and drive myself; I wouldn't be me if i wasn't conscientious and a 'worry-puddin' as my Grandma has always said. And then, today as if that wasn't enough, I did my counselling skills practical. Phew. That was crazy. I don't think I've ever felt so drained after just 30 minutes -well ok, maybe I have ;-) but not from just sitting and listening to someone else. No wonder we never actually really, truly and honestly listen to people. If we did then I think we'd all die from tiredness and emotional drainage! After the 30 minutes I wanted to cry. I felt this person's anger, frustration and hurt so much. I don't know why or how, because the conversation topic wasn't one that I could directly relate to; but it was like they passed me a ball of these emotions and it just hit me. It was a phenomenal experience and I'm glad I felt that, I'd never, ever have thought I would be able to feel those emotions just from really listening to someone. Listening beyond words, listening to what isn't being said rather than what is, and listening to the emotions. Very poetic I know, but that is the only way I can explain it. Anyone who has been through that will understand.
It made me feel very odd.
Anyway it was all filmed and I plan to do my analytical review of it over the weekend and hand that in next week- I got an extension, everyone else did this last term and handed the assignment in today. I don't want to be too far behind them.
But now all of that has actually been achieved- all of the above. I feel for the first time this year that I'm on top of everything work-wise...only to go to paid work tonight and be told that we are going to have staff training about Every Child Matters, something that has already been drilled into me at uni! Terrific!
well, like I said, you know what they say.....
The only conclusion I can draw from this, is I must be wicked then. Whether this is conscious wickedness (I don't think it is) or not, it still comes to the same thing.
Work, Work, Work. And I know a LOT of people can empathise with me there. I just don't feel like I've stopped over the last week!
However, after submitting my Lit. review and getting feedback that as it stands it would be marked at a 60 (and it's a first draft); getting 2 essays back at 68 and 73: yes, Black studies was miraculous-still haven't figured out why I got 73 though, and dialogue with Wayne today didn't help either! He just said I 'deserved it' and was 'brutally honest'...is that a good thing then? Hmmm.
Have just handed in another essay today- Play work, which is my focus of worry now-there's always a worry, it's how I function and drive myself; I wouldn't be me if i wasn't conscientious and a 'worry-puddin' as my Grandma has always said. And then, today as if that wasn't enough, I did my counselling skills practical. Phew. That was crazy. I don't think I've ever felt so drained after just 30 minutes -well ok, maybe I have ;-) but not from just sitting and listening to someone else. No wonder we never actually really, truly and honestly listen to people. If we did then I think we'd all die from tiredness and emotional drainage! After the 30 minutes I wanted to cry. I felt this person's anger, frustration and hurt so much. I don't know why or how, because the conversation topic wasn't one that I could directly relate to; but it was like they passed me a ball of these emotions and it just hit me. It was a phenomenal experience and I'm glad I felt that, I'd never, ever have thought I would be able to feel those emotions just from really listening to someone. Listening beyond words, listening to what isn't being said rather than what is, and listening to the emotions. Very poetic I know, but that is the only way I can explain it. Anyone who has been through that will understand.
It made me feel very odd.
Anyway it was all filmed and I plan to do my analytical review of it over the weekend and hand that in next week- I got an extension, everyone else did this last term and handed the assignment in today. I don't want to be too far behind them.
But now all of that has actually been achieved- all of the above. I feel for the first time this year that I'm on top of everything work-wise...only to go to paid work tonight and be told that we are going to have staff training about Every Child Matters, something that has already been drilled into me at uni! Terrific!
well, like I said, you know what they say.....
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