The First Week Back Of Classes

If you think the first week of classes is hard for a normal student, amplify that by 50 bajillion trillion when you are a counseling graduate student.

Waking up on the first day:

Wake up and realize that the ONE WEEK of summer you had is shortly over and back to hell we go.

The only good thing in your life at this point is the fact that your are no longer a first year:

BOOM BETCHES, HELLO SECOND YEAR

Showing up to class and immediately:

Not today, Satan.

But then you realize that a new cohort means new boys:

"I can show you the world."

When you then realize that none of them are in your classes so you go back to doing your thang:

That moment when every professor asks you to introduce yourself and say "one fun fact about yourself":

WE ARE IN GRADUATE SCHOOL PLZ STOP NOW

And because it's counseling school, people tell their life stories leaving you nauseous and uncomfortable because you're not quite sure how to 'hold that for them':

After realizing your reaction to people sharing, you reevaluate your decision to become a counselor:

First years, I am sorry for my poor attitude.

But you don't feel to bad so you still throw shade around freely:

Actual footage of me as a therapist with a client.

For a fleeting moment, it hits you that you will start seeing clients in two semesters:

WHO LET ME DO THIS

But in the end, you are one step closer to becoming the best therapist that has walked the face of the earth:

Thanks, Richmont.