Tomorrow is Another Day

Yesterday, I was on top of the world. Today, statistics managed to give me flash backs to my fourth grade classroom… long division. Though long division was some time ago, the symptoms of uneasiness are still the same: churning stomach, air pockets that thankfully make no sound; you know the drill or at least I hope you do. Why must numbers, especially numbers mixed with letters, drive me into panic?

There is a bright side. I found out that I was not the only one letting the pressure of statistics worry them. I can feel a bit lonely when other students start spatting out theories and voicing ideas in class that make them sound competent. At those times, I wonder, what am I doing here? Am I going to be found out and sent packing?

In my statistics course, I am currently practicing the “Keeping My Mouth Shut Method” to appear to be more intelligent than I really am. I highly recommend this practice.

Proverbs 17:28
A man of knowledge uses words with restraint, and a man of understanding is even-tempered.

I know at some point I will have to pipe up and profess/confess to the professor that I am totally new to statistics. All of the psychology majors have already had two undergraduate level statistics courses under their belts.

On the bright side, my Introduction to Counseling and Psychotherapy Class lifts me up every week. It is one of those “feel good” courses. It is interactive, and the teacher does funny skits using her hands to demonstrate couples therapy. I feel at home and comfortable. Yesterday, I had a day of relationship building, and feeling at one with my cohorts (Hey that’s one statistical term I know. Lol.).

My Career Development class is fine, though the professor that I do most of my assistantship work for called me by the wrong name multiple times today. “Jackie made these graphs to go along with our Career Success Map Questionnaire.” I let it go the first time, but I finally said, “Actually, it’s Lesley, but that’s o.k.” Funny, I used “weenie words” to defend myself, words we were told not to use yesterday in Intro to Counseling. She didn’t respond, so I was left feeling awkward and a bit like a weenie.

To give her some credit, there is a GA named Jackie… who very striking, and I have no problem being mistaken for being her. Also, the professor did give me the project of producing name tags for each student before the first day of class three weeks ago. I didn’t put mine up this week because I was confident she knew my name. I seem to be experiencing all of the pains of growing and being the new kid on the block once again. Unfortunately, I can’t skip the steps to comfort. Though, I may have felt overwhelmed today... I have decided not to worry about it until tomorrow. Afterall, tomorrow is another day. (Ha. At least, I will try.) :)