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...and now for the downside.
May. 5th, 2005 05:00 pmI want to write about endings. As you know, I finished my last class and handed in my last paper just about a week ago. You might have guessed, based on my not unenthusiastic post on the subject, that I feel perfectly at ease with this fact. And I do. What I am not perfectly at ease with, however, is the fact that my internship ended today.
*cries* Well, not really, but sort of meta-crying in my head, in the sense that I have spent a lot of time thinking, "Wah," and other similarly onomonopoeic sounds in my head.
I'm going to miss my fellow interns, but I said good-bye to them last week. I'm going to miss my supervisor, and the staff at my center. I'm going to miss all the kids who attend the center. But mainly? I'm going to miss my clients like hell.
I hadn't quite expected to get this attached to them: after all, I hadn't gotten nearly this attached to my elderly clients last year.
Well. I had intended an epic post contemplating endings, my clients, how they've changed, how I've changed, my navel, and how much fun it has been doing play therapy with them. I seem not to want to do this after all. Just as well, I suppose; it would be hard to do it all justice without descending into adjectival heaven.
Given the lack of anything remotely similar to identifying information about my center or my clients, I'm not friendslocking this. Which will necessarily limit the substance of any comments, I suppose, but oh well.
My social work icon seems a tad inappropriate for this particular post. Oh well. My graphics programs suck, nothing I can do at the moment.
*cries* Well, not really, but sort of meta-crying in my head, in the sense that I have spent a lot of time thinking, "Wah," and other similarly onomonopoeic sounds in my head.
I'm going to miss my fellow interns, but I said good-bye to them last week. I'm going to miss my supervisor, and the staff at my center. I'm going to miss all the kids who attend the center. But mainly? I'm going to miss my clients like hell.
I hadn't quite expected to get this attached to them: after all, I hadn't gotten nearly this attached to my elderly clients last year.
Well. I had intended an epic post contemplating endings, my clients, how they've changed, how I've changed, my navel, and how much fun it has been doing play therapy with them. I seem not to want to do this after all. Just as well, I suppose; it would be hard to do it all justice without descending into adjectival heaven.
Given the lack of anything remotely similar to identifying information about my center or my clients, I'm not friendslocking this. Which will necessarily limit the substance of any comments, I suppose, but oh well.
My social work icon seems a tad inappropriate for this particular post. Oh well. My graphics programs suck, nothing I can do at the moment.
