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Fear.
In my DVR WorkStrides class today, we were given an assignment to draw an image of where we saw ourselves in the future and what barriers we saw standing between ourselves and our goals.
Mine was... frightening.
I threw myself into the assignment -- to the detriment of the class for most of the rest of the day. It was a 10 minute in-class assignment, but ended up spending hours on it, ignoring most of what was going on in class around me -- much the way I used to do back in elementary school (which got me labeled a "problem student" and put in the "special" class in 5th grade. *)
I went into a flow state, as I waded deep into the imagery of my fears, which was kind of cathartic, but also disturbing.
So much so, that when we were asked to show our pictures to the class, I declined. I wasn't comfortable sharing an image this disturbing with the rest of the class. Later, after much prodding, I shared the image with a couple of instructors, but only after some wheedling on their part.
After class, Anita, one of the instructors, sat down with me to have a long talk with me about what I was getting out of the class, and what my plans for the future were. After months of banging my head against a wall, it was nice to have someone from within the bureaucracy listen to me... I mean really listen to me.
* Remind me to tell you that story sometime.
Mine was... frightening.
I threw myself into the assignment -- to the detriment of the class for most of the rest of the day. It was a 10 minute in-class assignment, but ended up spending hours on it, ignoring most of what was going on in class around me -- much the way I used to do back in elementary school (which got me labeled a "problem student" and put in the "special" class in 5th grade. *)
I went into a flow state, as I waded deep into the imagery of my fears, which was kind of cathartic, but also disturbing.
So much so, that when we were asked to show our pictures to the class, I declined. I wasn't comfortable sharing an image this disturbing with the rest of the class. Later, after much prodding, I shared the image with a couple of instructors, but only after some wheedling on their part.
After class, Anita, one of the instructors, sat down with me to have a long talk with me about what I was getting out of the class, and what my plans for the future were. After months of banging my head against a wall, it was nice to have someone from within the bureaucracy listen to me... I mean really listen to me.
* Remind me to tell you that story sometime.
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cigarettes?
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Yeah, well, I sit over by the teachers, so they knew what was going on...
> cigarettes?
When I don't have 'em. I get crazy(er).
cigarettes
Re: cigarettes
your amount of detail is great considering the supplies.
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