The College Life of a Psychotherapist
The bell rang just as I ran into the class out of breath. I was nearly late and as Professor Bingefield, didn’t allow late entries, I would have completely missed the lecture today on how a healthy breakfast is good for the human brain. Of course most of us in the class are intelligent enough to already realize that simple fact. We’ve been studying the human brain and communication behavior all year.
This particular lecture however was going to go over just how people such as weight watchers can really damage the human brain. When people who are trying to lose weight one of the most common strategies they employ is to simply eat less. This can cause vital damage to the brain however. That’s fairly obvious, our professor is giving us a lecture today on how that damage can relate to communication behavior.
I was almost late to the lecture however because I had to stay up till early this morning all through the night working on my homework assignments. It’s tough attending classes as a psychotherapist in college. The hours of homework are long and can get really complicated as you study theory after theory.
Don’t even get me started on some of the post graduate stuff I’ve seen. I’m one of the top students in the whole college and even I get headaches reading through some of the content. It took me almost five hours last night, working straight through the night and giving up half my sleep, just to complete the assignment due today.
“Nice of you to join us”, my professor said just as I walked. “Would you mind handing in the writing assignment from last night?” As I dug through my backpack looking for the assignment realization slowly started to dawn on me. Oh. My. God. I left the assignment, the same one I spent half the night doing, the same assignment I was nearly late to class cause of oversleeping, sitting right on my desk where I wrote it. That’s another zero for me this semester.
Stupid lack of sleep, and they’re worried about how simply eating a healthy breakfast is good for the human brain. Well last night I slept maybe three hours total and skipped breakfast, what a great start I was off to. Now I’ve gone and forgotten that assignment that caused it. I could tell by the way my professor checked his watch when I told him I had forgotten it that he wasn’t exactly pleased.
“Since I’ve never had this issue with you before I’ll give you two choices. You can walk out the door and go get it and slide it back under my door before the lecture ends and I’ll count it as on time, or you can stay and attend the lecture and I’ll give you a zero.”
Easy choice, I was out the door before his last words had registered in my mind. It’s a long walk across campus. I stopped and grabbed a quick bite to eat at the campus cafeteria. I hadn’t eaten yet and seeing as how they were still serving breakfast, well a healthy breakfast is good for the human mind after all. I sat my tray down and had just started tucking into my pancakes when some jerk came along and knocked my book bag onto the floor!
He didn’t even turn around to say sorry! If was only halfway through picking up all my things books and placing them back into my bag that a couple of sheets of paper fell out of my communication behavior book. Then I realized just how dumb I truly was. I didn’t leave my assignment in my room, it was right there tucked away inside my textbook.
After a few screams of frustration that drew a lot of unwanted attention my way, I just stuffed everything back into the bag and returned to my breakfast. Being a psychotherapist major is hard in college. It involves hours of hard work that leave you as frustrated as I was feeling. The work load is no joke and you better be prepared to commit to your major.
With that all said, I wouldn’t change it for the world and even though I may be upset, at least I learned a few breathing exercises on how to control myself. Next time I’ll make sure to eat a healthy breakfast before I go and do something stupid like that again.