A blog documenting the delicate art of becoming a school psychologist. It's irreverent, hardly serious and occasionally humorous. If you're here seeking an incredibly informational resource about school psychology and school psychology matters, you're lost my friend!
Well, it's not quite mid-year, and I've gone and done something radical in my school psychology career again.
I resigned from my urban school district where I worked with K-6th grade students and moved to a sub-urban school district where I'll be working with 9th-12th grade students.
This transition will be my third official job as a school psychologist, since I became licensed in 2011. That's right - seven years, three districts. Now before your eyebrows hit your hairline, you have to know this about me. I've never really held a single job for more than 5 years. So this recent move feels quite natural to me.
When I was in college, I did the whole "work 20 crappy jobs at once to pay the bills" thing that kept me moving from employer to employer. When I graduated from college, I went to work in a large financial institution for about 10 years. While the employer remained the same, my job changed several times within the company. If I recall correctly, I believe I had 5 very different jobs within the company. I started out answering the phones to process investment transactions and left the company as a Collateral Project Manager in charge of managing mountains of printed marketing pieces in a warehouse across the country. Then I quit and decided that I wanted to get a job that actually used the degree I earned.
So yeah, I'm a job-hopper, which is fine by me because I get restless when the dust begins to settle at my feet. I need to experience new and different very regularly in my life. I expect that my professional school psychologist career will mirror my financial institution career. I'm going to continue to work in the field of school psychology, just exploring different facets of it!
I'm going to have to tell you all about my job and my suspicion that I may be the angel of death when it comes to SPED directors. In any event - HAPPY DECEMBER!
WARNING - This post contains some explicit language. I lost my filter after the winter break.
It's March 31st, I've officially broken 100 evaluation requests and today I determined based on the unique death-warmed over feeling I have that I'm coming down with the flu. Regarding my evaluations, please don't pity me! I'm not the first one in my district to break the dreaded 100 mark. I believe that gnarly record belongs to another school psych in my district. Said school psych is currently 16 requests ahead of me. I'll be gracious, I'll lose that race. I don't have to win everything. Pity that person! But the flu? really? on March 31st? How is that fair Universe? How?
I've posted for a couple of years about the horrors of spring and the havoc it wreaks on the psyche and testing schedule of school psychologists across the nation (here, and here). Remember when I thought 60 evals was crushing? Ah those were the good old days. I was a young and naive school psychologist!
For the first time in my school psych career, I'm not just treading water in my evaluation requests, I'm drowning. It's not the number of requests, it's my surprising inability to navigate the rapids of the spring rush. Here's the deal folks - keeping it real, right now, I'm in the position where I'm typing up reports for some of my kiddos in their actual meetings. While parents and teachers are listing their concerns, I'm making sure that I've swapped out all the names, matching up pronouns and making sure that I've done everything I'm supposed to. Then I print and report out. Keeping it real people! Report writing at a meeting is one of those things that school psychologists are not supposed to admit to publicly, but yeah, IDGAF. This is not lack of preparation, or organization on my part - believe me, I would own my shit. This is just fighting quicksand. Somewhere in my year, I fell in a pit and I'm just getting sucked deeper and deeper. Which is why getting sick yet once again infuriates me because dammit! This was my first weekend in months that my own children didn't have any sports activities and I could actually just enjoy being home. Now I'm going to be home laying on the couch attempting to pseudo-die with dignity AND try catching up on work. If you follow me on Facebook, I will be duplicating the wine and report typing picture from last weekend, this time add some pain killers.
The countdown to how many more work wake-ups till Spring Vacation started last week (10, not that I'm counting along) but I'm looking ahead because I'm ready for summer vacation. It seemed apt that this morning, this picture came across my twitter feed. I needed the virtual fist bump from another psych. Happy Friday!