Tuesday we walked in and received our client names, and let me just preface this by saying we got a confusing email that made us believe class started at 9. However- OHHH NO, it started at 8! We found this out Tuesday morning at 7:59 when our professor sent an email saying "just so you girls remember, class starts in ONE minute, and you aren't here!"
FAIL.
"Hey I'm Megan, the girl who you let into your program who can't show up on time to day one! I'm sure this is a great impression!"
Anyways, luckily most of the rest of the class was confused to, so we didn't get in trouble at all.
So, we sit in this "informative meeting" where basically, we had about a semesters worth of information on language and literacy shoved down our throat in 3 hours. Every like 6th word out of my teachers mouth might as well have been greek. The teacher says something about PSI about 7 times, so I figure this acronym must be important. I look over at my precious roommate Megan and ask her "Megan, what is PSI?" she picks up her notebook where on the top she has written "ask about PSI", points to it and we both laugh cuz this is such a joke.
Then, the teachers explain to us that we are some poor disordered childs "last hope." Let me just tell you, this was about the last thing I wanted to hear. I don't know the first thing about a disordered child, how to read a file, how to determine disorder from test scores of random standardized tests, or how to convert any of that information to therapy- yet I'm this kid's ONLY HOPE? Awesome, well my kids better kiss their hopes for normalcy goodbye!!
Then, as if that's not bad enough, we are informed that our treatment plans and lesson plans for both of our clients are due TOMORROW. AKA- "megan I know you've never written a treatment plan or a lesson plan, and that both of those take hours and hours of time and knowledge to write, and I know that you dont even so much as know where the copy machine is in this building, not to mention the fact that you get out of class at 4:00 so you can't even start on this til 4:30 ish- but can you turn all this into me by 9am tomorrow? SURE!!!!!
Anyways, so far in this week's time I have pulled two all nighters, the first was so overwhelming that the next day when I sat down in class I just started newborn baby crying. Like not tearing up, not crying, SOBBING to the point where I can't catch my breath. I walk out of the room like an idiot crying, and my supervisor and two good friends follow me and proceed to remind me that it's okay because everyone has cried this week. Ha, such a joke...
Last gripe of the day- our building, OHHH poor Neill Morris Hall is on his last legs. We have no windows in our building, making it a fluorescent light cave. I hate fluorescent lighting. I am all about the sun, natural lighting, etc- and this building is like the gloomiest place on earth. Not to mention the therapy rooms are like closets. They are so small that you can barely walk around once you put a table in it. The floors of the building are uneven and cracked because of the cracked foundation, and there is always a line a mile long for the copy machine given that we have to run the whole building off one copier. This week, it's a gloomy building full of depressed people who are sleep deprived and frustrated.
BUT I have to say, now that I've gotten my THIRD draft of treatment plans and lesson plans done, and my pre-test report done, I can take a deep breath and actually have fun with my clients.
The first day I was absolutely petrified. Like, I couldn't put a sentence together for the first couple minutes. ohhh great Megan, you're their SPEECH THERAPIST and you can't get a sentence out. Anyways, the kids are cute. I really love them, and after day two, I think they actually like me too. Not that its an extreme feat- you pretty much have to be the wicked witch of the west before a kid won't like you. But for some reason I was so scared about this. It's so funny how much I worry about things that are SO beyond my control. I cannot fathom why I am so quick to forget how plentiful God's provision always is.
I actually had my supervisor come up to me today and tell me that she watched my therapy and was astounded that it was my second day of therapy. She said there were no words she had to correct anything I was doing, but that she just sat there with her mouth gaping open wondering how I knew to do certain things. I'll say right now, it wasn't me. It was like the Lord just opened my eyes to things to do with these kids. My little girl ran up to me today and gave me a HUGE hug and said "you are my favorite megan out of all the megans." haha? I don't know what that means or if thats a big deal (She probably knows like ONE other megan) but it made me smile. My little boy told his dad he had "so much fun today." I heaved a sigh of relief and smiled to myself. THANK YOU Jesus for wrapping me up in your arms today.
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