*****Okay guys, I really need your help on this. I have to write an essay in order to be formally admitted to the program. The instructions are as follows:
“The Professional Counseling faculty is particularly interested in knowing why you want to become a school counselor. In addition, given that it is important for students in a helping profession to be open to self-examination and personal and professional self-development, provide examples of how you have successfully engaged in these activities in the past and/or how you would accomplish these things in the future should you be admitted into the program.
Please provide in the space below a double-spaced, typed essay (600 words or less) discussing significant milestones and events in your life which have led you to the decision to become a mental health counselor or school counselor. In addition,provide information regarding your openness to self-examination and personal and professional self-development. “
Some things to keep in mind:
Although I haven’t officially been admitted to the program, I have already started taking classes. I do have a relationship with the head of the department - she was my professor for the class I’ve already and taken and seems to like me. Also, I’m not too stressed about being admitted, but I do want to write a good essay. Make sense?
I welcome any and all feedback! As it stands, my essay is currently over 800 words, so… needless to say, it needs to be cut. Please let me know what you think should be taken out, added, or kept the same. I really need some fresh pairs of eyes to look at this, because I think if I read it one more time I’m going to go crazy!! Okay, so here it is… please be gentle but firm!
Kisses and candy,
Angela
As I sat in my living room one Tuesday night, lamenting over my unhappiness with my job in retail management (“Angela Garner – Manager, Starbucks Coffee Company” just didn’t sound right), I said aloud to my husband, “I need someone to help me figure out what to do. Someone to guide me on the path of finding out who I am. Someone to help me see my options.”
A moment of silence passed.
Then, click. The puzzle piece fell into place. That was it. That person that I so desperately needed was the same person I desired to be for others. Helping others had always been my calling, my gift, but it wasn’t until this moment that I realized it was what I wanted to do professionally and for the rest of my life.
I began to brainstorm about the specifics. What were other times in my life that I felt like I needed guidance? The examples quickly piled up, and the majority of them pointed to my time in school. Although I have no regrets about my past (for my past has made me who I am today), I couldn’t help but wonder how things might have been different had I been shown the way while I was still in junior high and high school. It wasn’t that I needed someone to tell me what to do, but it would’ve helped to have been shown a few different options and been guided to ask myself some probing questions about what I wanted out of life.
Another time in my life that I kept coming back to was the year after the death of my father. I had just graduated college and was on the verge of becoming an independent woman in the “real world.” When my dad was suddenly ripped out of that picture, I discovered I didn’t know who I was anymore. I tried grief counseling, but gave up on it too soon (I realize that now).
“Should I be a school counselor?” I thought. “Or maybe a grief counselor? Oooh, I know! A marriage counselor!” At first, the possibilities were overwhelming. As I began to research counseling programs online, I quickly realized that I needed to choose a specialty. In a way, I needed to discipline myself out of my sometimes faulty ambiguity.
I felt I was at a crossroads and took some time to think. The prospect of going back to school made me nervous! I had been a graduate student once before, just after getting my Bachelor’s degree in 2003. I went into the 5th year Masters program in Secondary Education at the same University, mostly because I wasn’t sure what else to do with a Communications degree. It was during my first semester there that my father died, and though I finished the semester with a nearly perfect GPA, I didn’t go back because something about it just didn’t feel right.
As I reflected on my time in graduate school, I tried to piece out what exactly it was that did feel right. I loved being in the school. I loved pulling into the parking lot 2 days a week and walking into the building. I loved being around the students. I loved getting to know them personally and forming relationships with them. I loved education as a subject, but… something was missing. I just didn’t enjoy leading 30+ students in the classroom day after day.
That was it! I’d narrowed it down, and once I did, the idea of becoming a school counselor began to take form in my head. I’d still get to go to the school every day, get to know the students, and form those relationships – it was perfect. I began to think about all the things I’d be able to help them with that I wish someone would’ve helped me with long ago.
So here I am today, more sure than ever that being a school counselor is where I belong. To me, counseling isn’t only about telling someone where they should go to school, who they should be when they grow up, or how to survive a bully in their classroom. It’s about guiding them down the path of self-discovery, and gently showing them how to find out who they are on their own and how to handle those situations.
I don’t always have to be in the driver’s seat. In fact, I am always open to the guidance of others in the journey of my own self-discovery. I enjoy learning about myself from the people around me, even when it means listening to things I don’t necessarily want to hear at the time. I know that it helps me to stay objective and learn from my own experiences. I will always be on my own journey of self-development.
I want to make a difference, to use my gifts and intuitions where they can help. “Angela Garner – School Counselor.” Now that has a ring to it.