Finally came to an end. The weirdest semester I think. The kids were totally normal and beyond study problems + time management issues there was honestly nothing else wrong with them. Which is good for them, bad for us =P
Except for a few rare cases.
But all in all, this placement was much more relaxed than the previous ones. Plus, I got to know A LOT about government schools; which I never would have known otherwise. Honestly, all those who study in these schools and go on to higher education have my deepest respect. Its not easy.
I hated the teachers there. Heartless and cruel.
Some kids were beyond irritating (sadly, most were girls).
Some were amazing (I had pretty awesome boys).
When do you decide that this is where you draw the line?
Where's the border between being a counselor and being a personal friend?
How do you know when you've done enough?
How do you decide that you can't go further?
How do you stop yourself from trying?
They all tell us that there comes a point when you just can't do any more for your client. No matter how much you want to. They tell us that we can't help everyone. That there's a full stop here somewhere.
What they don't tell is how. How do you do all that?
How do you hold yourself back from thinking that maybe, maybe, just this time.. You can help a little more.