Last night was my first class, comprehensive school counseling. It was great! Better than I'd hoped. It's been almost six years since I finished my undergrad, so I was terrified I'd be too rusty. But then I started talking to people, and a 25-year-old who had only been out for a couple of years was worried about the same thing. She made me feel old.
Class just flew by. We started out with a group exercise, and I learned that people think I'm quiet (no surprise there). However, I did become more vocal towards the end of the activity, after I had gotten a chance to observe and get a sense of who everyone was. But apparently it's only the first impressions that count. I guess being more talkative from the beginning is something I will have to work on.
This class seems like it won't be insanely hard. We have some reading due every week, and then a few papers and group presentations. The teacher said that in grad school they want papers to be shorter...no more rambling on trying to fill 15 pages. Yay! I'm looking forward to that because I think I'm better at shorter pieces. For example, at my job I'm working on an abstract for a conference and a longer paper to submit to a journal. I'm having so much fun with the abstract, tweaking everything to make sure the point comes across clearly in under 2250 characters. The paper, on the other hand, is excruciating. I hate working on it because it just feels so long and overwhelming.
Tonight I have my other class, counseling skills. I think that one is going to be harder because they will be recording us to watch and analyze, and that kind of thing always makes me nervous. But I am looking forward to learning and challenging myself and continuing to grow from this experience.
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