Beautiful darkness and a golden light rising behind my Wicked Tree. I wish I could capture these stunning colors in a picture. Today was another morning up to the hill, this time to Pollock Pines for a client, but the session was delayed until 9 due to the hearing van making its exciting appearance at the school. Ethan was granted his Monster before class and Mags had her day before her, as well.
Once I finished my assessment, back to the clinic I went for supervision with Darryl (a fantastic clinician) as My Super Susan is accompanying her daughter to college in Oregon, then consult with Elena and another supervision with Ellen. Seriously. I know now. If you have a question, just call. I jest of course, there is so much to learn – so, so much…yet I feel, ever so
slightly that things are slowly beginning to ”click”. If I were a cartoon, the knowledge wouldn’t quite be in my head yet, but it is there hovering just outside. I also have the opportunity to lead two groups – anger management and relapse prevention. That’s pretty exciting for me. The anger management would be more of a process group and relapse prevention; well…I know that shit. Plus it’s with the population I love, the one where I feel I left off, myself – adolescence.
The day continued. I had three more clients and soon it was 5 O’clock with nary a prog note written. I also have a request for service to write (which I’ll do tomorrow). I LOVE this – when there is too much to do and not enough time, thus I’m forced into a mode of operating under pressure. Within an hour I had accomplished what was needed and by 3 minutes to 6, I left. I was just walking to the front door at home when L pulled up with the kids. Ethan’s first words to me were “You need to be more specific when you post about me on your 5-a-Day…everyone thinks I was molested in the locker room. They don’t realize I just had to have the lock sawed off” –Oops. So, to clarify, Ethan had his lock on another kid’s locker and instead of just asking him to take it off, they sawed the lock open. I have been in girl’s locker rooms and can imagine what the boy’s is like. Something like this? Yikes. But still, definitely not a molestation.
At home, things were rolling along pretty smoothly…kids were jovial, I was happy after a good, long day..and then it hit me. ..my intern hours: they weren’t at work
, and I don’t remember putting them anywhere different after I calculated the hours last week. These are gold to me, and I always put them in the same place, only…they weren’t there. So then I started looking for them, yet simultaneously…
..I also needed to get letters to Ethan’s teachers as I don’t think they’ve read his IEP. At work, J-Ber said call an emergency meeting with his teachers, so I contacted the only person I would under such circumstances– the IEP Queen herself– Swerner. She guided me through the info I needed to know since I have no idea where I have Ethan’s stuff. I have save ALL of his documentation since pre-school, yet I am not sure where in the hell I put it as I haven’t established a “system” in this house. SWerner also caught me up on the goings-on of the kids I still know at Union Mine and the transformation in the last year. It sounds as if imperative changes have been made to help students make the most of their high school years. I sure do miss it and wonder….
Pictures: My desk; Before I began work at NM, I did not have this much silver. J-Ber? Recognize anything?
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