I am in my spring semester, of my junior year, getting my BSW in social work. I was just accepted prior to the start of the semester, and let me tell you something, you do not even know how hard school is until your entire future is hanging right there in front of you. One thing they teach you over and over in this field, is the importance of self care. We are all going to take on roles that are going to be stressful and emotionally demanding, so I thought blogging would be a great way to share thoughts, feelings, and be a helpful reminder to me about my dreams and goals-- and why I am working so hard.
So here I am, 27 years old, chillin with all these bright eyed young kids... and I am exhausted. I feel like the first twelve years of school doesn't prepare you for nothing. That's right, I said nothing, because if I have to think about grammar and APA format for 5 more seconds... I might explode.
I have spent the last month and a half thinking about my future, what I need to do to be more professional, and how I am supposed to change to fit my new future role as a social worker. Yesterday, I was thinking about how I wanted to add local senators, representatives, and the director of the Idaho Department of Corrections as friends on Facebook. If you could see my face right now, it was be a confused and panicked look. I am torn between wanting to forever be irresponsible, posting pictures of me and my friends playing beer pong, and droppin the F bomb like I love. Or making people from my professional life part of my personal life, dressing in something that is not jeans and a 8 year old ratty t-shirt, and adding important leaders in our community on my Facebook so we can talk prison reform and introducing bills.
I cut my hair last week, chopped 10 inches off this bad boy. My conflicting worlds tell me this. I can make this new look wholesome and professional, wearing light or neutral colors of make up, and slacks with a pretty blouse. Or I can curl it, rat it, put on heavy amounts of black eyeliner, and join a biker gang.
I swear if this program beats me, and I have a mental breakdown, I am going to look so BA.
Anyways, I am writing this because (lets face it, well all like to talk about ourselves, am I right?), but also because I think my fellow cohort can have a good laugh, know they are not alone in their struggles, and maybe inspire them to do something similar. Because nothing makes me feel better, than a good vent session. OH and a beer. Cheers my friends.
