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Some days I wonder how an anti-social mis-anthropic pessimist could end up in the school counseling game. But then other days (like today) I realize that those are the qualities that allow me to do the job. I mean, most of the people I deal with are at least one of those three, and several are all three. Only time will tell if I am actually doing the right thing, but shit man, I can't help but feel like a hack... but I would think that any way wouldn't I? I'm a bit disillusioned right now because one of my clients (8th grader) got sent back to the YDC two days ago. Now, the student you are picturing in your head right now is NOT who this student is. Imagine the opposite...much closer to reality. Because of this, I can't get THIS out of my head.
DELTOID Because next time it's going to be the barry place and all my work ruined. If you've no respect for your horrible self, you at least might have some for me who'se sweated over you. A big black mark I tell you for every one we don't reclaim. A confession of failure for every one of you who ends up in the stripy hole.
ALEX I've been doing nothing I shouldn't, sir. The millicents have nothing on me, brother, sir, I mean.Deltoid pulls Alex down on the bed.
DELTOID Cut out all this clever talk about milicents. Just because the Police haven't picked you up lately doesn't, as you very well know, mean that you've not been up to some nastiness. There was a bit of a nastiness last night, yes. Some very extreme nastiness, yes. A few of a certain Billyboy's friends were ambluenced off late last night, yes. Your name was mentioned, the word's got thru to me by the usual channels. Certain friends of yours were named also. Oh, nobody can prove anything about anybody as usual, but I'm warning you, little Alex, being a good friend to you as always, the one man in this sore and sick community who wants to save you from yourself.
But please don't misinterpret this as me losing hope, or not believing in what I am doing...just look at the description of myself in the first sentence. They're just meeting my expectations...poor bastards.
Some days I wonder how an anti-social mis-anthropic pessimist could end up in the school counseling game. But then other days (like today) I realize that those are the qualities that allow me to do the job. I mean, most of the people I deal with are at least one of those three, and several are all three. Only time will tell if I am actually doing the right thing, but shit man, I can't help but feel like a hack... but I would think that any way wouldn't I? I'm a bit disillusioned right now because one of my clients (8th grader) got sent back to the YDC two days ago. Now, the student you are picturing in your head right now is NOT who this student is. Imagine the opposite...much closer to reality. Because of this, I can't get THIS out of my head.
DELTOID Because next time it's going to be the barry place and all my work ruined. If you've no respect for your horrible self, you at least might have some for me who'se sweated over you. A big black mark I tell you for every one we don't reclaim. A confession of failure for every one of you who ends up in the stripy hole.
ALEX I've been doing nothing I shouldn't, sir. The millicents have nothing on me, brother, sir, I mean.Deltoid pulls Alex down on the bed.
DELTOID Cut out all this clever talk about milicents. Just because the Police haven't picked you up lately doesn't, as you very well know, mean that you've not been up to some nastiness. There was a bit of a nastiness last night, yes. Some very extreme nastiness, yes. A few of a certain Billyboy's friends were ambluenced off late last night, yes. Your name was mentioned, the word's got thru to me by the usual channels. Certain friends of yours were named also. Oh, nobody can prove anything about anybody as usual, but I'm warning you, little Alex, being a good friend to you as always, the one man in this sore and sick community who wants to save you from yourself.
But please don't misinterpret this as me losing hope, or not believing in what I am doing...just look at the description of myself in the first sentence. They're just meeting my expectations...poor bastards.
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