Do you remember what it was like to be in Junior High?

By day, I am a middle school counselor. The school at which I work encompasses sixth, seventh, and eighth grades and hosts a variety of “crises” that one can only describe as drama. Remember being best friends with one person one day and the next day you hated each other, vowing never to speak again? THEN, the next day you are best friends again? (ladies, I KNOW you all can relate to me)

Ladies and gentlemen, this is what I deal with on a daily basis. Sometimes, it makes me laugh knowing that the crisis that comes to my office will resolve itself in less than twenty-four hours with no earth shattering guidance from me. In fact, the nuggets of wisdom I typically recommend, seem to entice the student to do the exact opposite.

Sometimes, however, it makes me cry (or want to pull my hair out — take your pick). Let’s face it — girls can be mean. If boys are mad at each other, they tend to hit or fight then get over it. Girls enlist allies then gather ammunition to use on their intended victim. It’s like a carefully planned game of RISK. Girls don’t forget. If a friend crossed them in grade school, they will remember it and bring it up when they are mad in seventh grade.

I usually find solace knowing that time will offer a favorable outcome. . . eventually. As soon as that students leave my office, it is only a matter of time before their problems are resolved . . . and they are well on their way to the next crisis.

So much drama. It has helped me learn a lot about myself this past school year. All the drama that I have had to listen to and attempt to resolve makes me realize, that if in fact this is my chosen vocation (one that I truly love), then I AM the ultimate drama queen.

I have no one to blame but myself.

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