Thursday, January 19, 2012
A day in the life of a middle school counselor.....
4:58 pm est
I am digging for something to blog about.
Something to talk to you about. Words of wisdom. Erudite pearls.
I don't have any. I got up. I went to work. I
had a normal work day.
I came home. I cooked dinner. I paid bills.
I helped two students at school today-both
eighth grade girls--with their virtual school registrations. Both girls want to attend an elite magnet school in my county.
The school requires, minimally Algebra 1 and Earth Space Science. These are high school credits.
The girls do
not have the credits. The only way to get the credits now is through Florida Virtual School.
I think it's
pretty cool they have this initiative. I think also that it's going to be a ton of work for them. On line first time out with
high school credit.
Still though, I wanted to help them. So I called the virtual school folk, clarified the issue
and worked towards a solution to their problem. I think we were successful. Cool.
And this: I chilled with the
girls. I laughed with them Talked with them about their families...and their families' expectations.
Ms. Werner! You're the best! " ,they said as they left. I loved the sound of their laughter.
when I am inundated with some data oriented (and "important" no doubt!) task, I have to remind myself to be patient
and welcoming. No sighs. No comments about my work load. Nope. Just a smile and a "C'mon in! "
my school's most problematic boys came to see me. That made me feel good. These are boys who've been suspended for fighting,
selling drugs and for theft. They are tough...and vulnerable: painfully so. They just don't know it.
taught me these terms: "White girl" is cocaine and police officers are "crackers". It doesn't matter if
they are white, black or hispanic.
These young men think I'm a goofy lady who doesn't "know nothin'. They're
not sure why they like me. They think they have "one over on me". I know they don't.
Hey. I am not going
to write that I am doing anything terribly therapuetic. I'm just glad that these two boys visit with me.
issues came my way. Have you heard of purple nurples? I hadn't. Purple nurples are nipple twists. Ouch. I turned the "purple
nurple"caper over to an administrator.
That's hard for me. I am not sure administrators will do right things
in regards to bullying.
They've disappointed me in the past. Still, they've had the same district training as
I've had and so I must trust.
The other issue was a "no-brainer" for me. Possible knives in book bags
must be reported as a school security issue.
I identified children for a grant my school receives. We have a lot
of kids who need these services. It's a great thing I think and so, I found some kids and their families who I think
would benefit. Took a little time. I hope there is follow through. You never know.
I spent time in
the cafeteria with our "Bully Free It Starts With Me" poster. I invited kids to sign a pledge to stand up for their
peers. I got lots of signatures. Good stuff.
My job, in general, is good stuff. I like it. It's not perfect. What
ever is? Still, I like it a lot.
Seems I found something to write about after all.
Have a great