We started back with school today. The class I’m taking is Social Justice and Advocacy in Counseling. It’s very similar to the multicultural class I already took and is also one of the class requirements here. We went through the syllabus and had to do introductions. This teacher frustrates people because she doesn’t return emails. Her partner (a man) suddenly died two months ago from leukemia.

We were done within an hour. I love when classes get out early. I always leave feeling like I have a new lease on life. She said there won’t be lectures in this class because it is mostly discussion based. I asked for clarification about an assignment. Is this a term paper? She said it’s really up to you and depends on what works best for you. Next week we already won’t have class because of the MLK holiday.

So I think I’m going to like it. I feel bad for being such a slacker sometimes. If they’re chill about it then I’m chill about it and I’m not going to complain about the way she’s doing things. It’s not that you don’t try or don’t want to learn but the readings seem like too much to keep up with in the way I would love to be reading them. I did read an article that is part of the assigned readings list for the course.

My internship class is different so I’m not sure what’s going on there. There are required textbooks which my last instructor did not have. She wants four individual videos between the two of us instead of last semester’s two. Instead of sighing, I’m going to try and embrace this expectation of development where we’re supposed to be going deeper into our theory both in research and in practice.

I saw a student from my former school. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes because this whole time I’d thought I was the only one. We said hello. He had just started in the semester when they announced the closing. He’s a black man who often wore a clerical collar. So that was kind of nice but I’m still the person in the back of the crowd. I’m thinking I will do my project on mental health care for the poor.