Thankful for Us

This week during my internship I got called "just an intern" by one of my supervisors. As if that isn't bad enough, that same supervisor then had to fill out my final evaluation for my school class. She rated me low on respectfulness, being professional, and being able to make relationships with my coworkers. I have never been rated low on any of those things. I always try so hard to be respectful even when we don't see eye to eye, I always work on being professional, and I am the one who writes thank you notes for everyone that does any little thing to help me along my way. She wouldn't hand me the evaluation. She put it in my mailbox and made me go get it. It hurt. It still does. I now dread going to my internship on Monday even more than usual. I am not just an intern. I am a future Child Life Specialist. I am the future of child life.  So you can try to break me, you can try to lower my grade in my Master's program, and you can just be flat out mean to me, but I am going to try to be the bigger and better person and move on.  

I woke up early on Thanksgiving Day still with that hurt in my heart. All day as I cooked, talked to Becca, watched movies, talked to my family, and feasted the pain ebbed away. I had to put things into perspective. I only have a week left. I get to go home to a loving and family. I have sweet friends who are always there for me. I have my baby girl who I love so much. I am thankful for each and every one of them. I am so excited to see my mom and dad in just 10 days. I am thankful for us.