Graduate School Intellect Meets Pre-school Behavior...

My Boyfriend CG is currently enrolled in graduate level courses for a degree in Counseling (ironic after you hear the rest of this story) and has been doing very well and has had some great experiences. However, in his last few classes he has been having some issues with a fellow classmate. He and "Su" I'll call her (sensitive and unnecessary) were in a group discussing a situation about how to act as a guidance counselor for a student, a pregnant teen to be exact, if your place of employment did not allow for such a student to receive counseling services.

Su said she thought they should counsel the student anyways and CG (who is very sarcastic) said that "if she did that, she would definitely get fired. Yep definitely get fired." The entire group laughed and he figured they would continue with the class. Oh no, Su was not a fan of the comment and later went up to CG to tell him she thought he was "hurtful and rude," (hence the sensitive). So, he apologized saying "If my comment upset you in anyway I am sorry, I was joking about our prospective situation, I wasn't referring to you personally," and then left.

The next class before CG is about to give the presentation Su walks up to him, slaps him hard on the back, and walks to her seat.... If that wasn't bad enough, during his presentation, Su whispers to the person next to her and says "watch this" then proceeds to question the font and wording on CG's powerpoint, and she disagrees with every theorist he mentions, but was luckily cut off when the Professor states; "actually he is correct," (hence the unnecessary).

CG left class thinking MUCH less of this woman but didn't think too much else about it. Then she contacts him (on facebook) again, stating that she feels "unsafe with him in the class and will be taking this issue to a higher power." Yes, all because he made a joke about their sample situation.

He responded with "Okay, I did not think this was as big of an issue as you do, clearly, and I too will be in contact with the department head regarding this issue. As you are intentionally taking away from my learning experience as well as physically assaulting me. This is both unnecessary and unprofessional. Thanks."

That is all.

I could have DIED when he told me all of this. Su is close to ten years older than I am and I don't know her at all, but I was completely embarrassed for her and also think SHE should be mentally evaluated by a counselor herself before deciding to enter the field as one.

If any of you are in graduate class or have taken courses please let me know if you've ever encountered such behavior at the highest level of education. I think it is completely unacceptable. Maybe if this was high school it would go unnoticed but graduate school? The real world? Haven't we outgrown the urge to hit people in class because they don't agree with us? I mean really. I sincerely hope so but it doesn't seem to be the case.

xoxo,

K

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas....

Oh New England winter weather. We have a love/hate relationship, I love it, it hates me.

For example:

-Slipping on the ONLY patch of ice in the parking lot? Check.

-While people were watching? Check

-Getting your car stuck in the parking lot because the people who plow, plowed everywhere in that parking lot EXCEPT the row your car is in? Check.

-Having NO classes, OR work cancelled all day so you have to walk around campus against 25mph winds(no joke)? Check.

-Reading on facebook before all of this that your sisters have a RAIN DELAY in CT and get to go into work late as you layer up the Northface and Uggs? Check.

Ugh, well, on the bright side it IS starting to feel like December and there are only 16 more days before Christmas!

xoxo,

K

A day in the life of a nursing major

So, I don't think I have EVER been so ready for Thanksgiving break in my LIFE! This week I have three exams, two 8 page research papers (one with a presentation), and two journal article presentations with summaries! All do before I leave! So much for my partying days in college....15 hours in the library on Friday night and Saturday morning should be illegal.

xoxo,

K

Dear God! Have I really not updated my Blog since the beginning of September!?!?

Well! THAT'S a problem. Sorry my blog has become one of the ones that you get news feed about but don't bother checking because A. It sucks, or B. Nothing is ever new! I apologize for being a boring blogger!

Anyways, the reason behind my pitiful page is that I am in college...where I play tennis, study as a nursing major, and have work-study. The only free time during the week I get I am sleeping, studying, or eating. Hopefully this will change when the season ends...since instead of working at the health and counseling center I will most likely end up there needing SERIOUS therapy or have stress-related illness!

Speaking of tennis....we have a new coach this year who taught for 20 years at a D1 college....we aren't D1. He is having a difficult time wrapping his around the fact that our school doesn't PAY us to be playing this sport, in fact we pay a TON just to take classes here...so forgive me if I choose to study over WATCHING the match I am not playing in until 11PM at night which was the only time it could be rescheduled. Tennis is something that I love to do, and nursing is what I PLAN to do for THE REST OF MY LIFE, that's what needs to be priority 1. Thanks though!

I mean I CAN manage my time and make it to as much tennis as I can, and I do, but this past Saturday I took off of studying for my own mental well-being which was probably why I needed all of Monday night to review. That weekend was alumni weekend though so my boyfriend was obviously up (since he is alumni...see my "student with parent" blog in case you forgot that he is 4 1/2 years older than me). So I was so excited to see all of our friends that graduated last spring and we had a good night. His was better than mine though...I remembered for him!

The night started off out to dinner with a bunch of people who graduated with drinks, insane stories I never wanted to hear about his Freshman year, and more drinks. After that we went to a house party where rugby "initiation" was occurring (he played rugby at school...which is why we were there). This basically consisted of kids throwing up in the living room, peeing their pants, or passing out on the lawn...needless to say I made him take me back to school after about 5 minutes. Luckily for us we left since cops showed up to bust the party after an astray player managed to roam the streets alone, pee on a cruiser, and be tasered down after an attempted/successful assault of an officer....lovely. Dear Rugby team, think twice about initiation next year...now that you've finished cleaning bodily fluids off your carpet and bailed everyone out of jail.

After that horrific scene, we went to another house on campus and had a good time, again, C more than me since I maintained my sobriety for practically the whole night (not exactly by choice but by the time I wanted a drink I checked our once overflowing backpack which was now empty compliments of the boy.

I looked at him and go "we have no more beer, or vodka, we should leave."

He looks around the kitchen, finds an unattended backpack, opens it and pulls out a budlight. He then replies with "here Baby, I even sprung for the bottle! You can thank me later..."

Haha! Or I can just thank the kid who it belonged to.

Alumni....

I'm hoping to have more stories later, but since I have matches Friday, Saturday, and Sunday this weekend I'm thinking you will have to wait until next weekend.

That's all for now.

xoxo,

K

Together Again

This weekend the entire family was home! Everything was pretty typical, you know, happy hour, drinks...lots of drinks, shopping, home-cooked food...it was pretty great. It's also my Dad's 50th tomorrow so we took advantage of the opportunity to come home when we were all able to on a non-holiday weekend, which is about as frequent as a blue moon these days. And since none of us have any money since we are all either in college, graduate programs, or still paying off student loans, we decided to write my Dad a poem about the four of us with him growing up in lieu of a gift. Of course he loved it, since writing poems has always been a T family tradition, I'm not quite sure why, my Nana (his mother) was a teacher and always loved English, so maybe that's where we get it. So instead of just giving him the poem we decided it would be a good idea to read it out loud to him, while our mother flip videoed us. Obviously we all cried trying to read it aloud and sister #3 couldn't even get through her verse and sister #2 had to finish for her! Next time we will know better than to apply mascara and eyeliner 5 minutes beforehand.

xoxo,

K

Back to School

So I just moved into my room at school for tennis preseason and my boyfriend, being the stand-up guy he is, drove down with me (since all my stuff didn't fit into one car....even though I have an SUV!) and helped me move in! He went to the same school I do (which is how we met) and he has created quite the reputation for himself here....and most people know who he is, staff included, which makes it easy for him to get stuff done. We got into my room and saw that I had the old furniture...ugh! Luckily, it took him all of 5 minutes to get someone to switch out all my furniture and get me the new stuff (love him). But when he asked the maintenance guy, he had to call someone else on the walkie-talkie to make sure it was OK first. While he was calling in we heard him say "uh yeah 316? I have a PARENT and a student here moving in with a question, can you meet us at 028?" HAHA! I mean he IS 4 1/2 years older than I am but....I didn't think he looked old enough to have a child in college.....and I didn't think I looked young enough for him to BE my parent....but I guess so. So after that we did not hold hands or kiss until the maintenance crew had left.

xoxo,

K

little bit of an update

I am still in VT and don't have to be at school until Friday...and I am soaking up every last minute of freedom before the tennis matches, clinicals, and exams officially take over my life! Don't feel too bad though, I have basically been unemployed all summer and have been poolside (with a drink), lakeside(with a drink), or oceanside(with a drink) all freakin' summer!

xoxo,

K