The profession

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgaSawXk6JU

My profession of choice is supposed to be one of compassion, one  characterised by caring, feeling individuals. However Im beginning to realize just because you're paid to do it doesnt mean you are it. Tpday has been one of the toughest days of my life. A day of learning about people and more importantly, about myself. Im a crybaby, and usually that shouldnt be seen as a bad thing by a practicing psychologist. However today I was treated with the Caribbean Adult response. "What you crying for?. Is that really how its supposed to be. That you treat someone with hostility because they express a basic human emotion. Im tired because I tried. I did not deserve hostility. I feel like i have 2 options, just give up, or prove her wrong by excelling in her exam....I choose the latter

EVERYBODY'S TALKING!

Do you really love me, underneath it all? Thats the question I wonder if he wants to ask me. A year ago, a resounding yes, a night ago, a shrug, a deflection. The truth is, im human, I want to be loved. But i also want respect. I want to be adored. But not be allowed to treat you like a doormat. I wanna be treasured, and proudly display them and boast look what he gave me. Do I have that? No! So until then, I am not really happy.

Msc Applied Psychology Programme, CH

I know some will say the programme is relatively new, so I shouldnt bash it. But oh come on!  Here we have something that I signed up for, paid for, yet lecturers cant lecture. They come to class unprepared. The textbooks have not yet arrived 2 weeks before exams begin. And lecturers sometiimes can come across plain rude and unhelpful. Especially madame revered senator. If anyone out there reads this and is thinking about signing up, save your money, go elsewheere or give it some years. Because this toddler sure cant even walk yet!

Lyrical Emotions

Im sitting here studying, yes i know, how could i be studying while on this site but there's so much on my mind. The teddy bear he sent me in the mail, I HATE IT. Its ugly and quite frankly it reminds me of him. Him who do you ask. Him, the boyfriend. Yes, I can hear you, this girl is screwed up. And worse yet, when i said um yeh thanks for the bear, um it kinda looks like you, the proud ass said yeh i know thats why i picked it. Ugh! I really dont know what to do. Can anyone out there help me? Im looking for love, real love, like mary j blige wrapped up in all the sweetness like mandy moore's candy (ooh baby babyy i miss u) and topped of with some mariah carey's I cant live with living is without you. Is that too much 2 ask. Well im just patiently hoping to catch the love bug again