Eight o'clock in the morning, Alabama time. In a bit, I've got to head up to Auburn Junior High to do my practicum. It's kind of like an Internship (you know, free labor in exchange for work experience), except it is only for eight hours a week. I'm working with some students that are having really hard lives. Some students have lost hope, some seem to have never had a chance from the get go. School Counselor's are supposed to work with them and help them realize what kind of potential they have. The hard part is that some of the students may never reach their highest level of ability. They just don't care...and that's one thing you can't teach: caring.

Oh: and the other day we had to do these interviews with girls for the soccer team. The girls are called "Soccer Sweethearts" and I'm not really sure what purpose they serve, but it's always nice to have people at the games. The interviews are pretty formal; anyone who has ever gone through some type of fraternity or sorority "rush" knows what I'm talking about. Well, we just finished practice and were to head over to do the interviews. The coach told us to go and change for the meeting. I thought he meant just clean up and head over. But no, he meant for us to get all dressed up in "snappy-casual" attire for the session. So how do I dress? Jeans and a t-shirt. I guess I went for comfort and all I got were dirty looks that said, "I can't believe he's dressed like that." I also cut myself shaving and had some toilet paper on my face-that probably didn't bode well either. Ah, such is life.