Thank goodness for the long weekend, which gave me a chance to catch up on my grading, take naps, and read a couple of novels for the fun of it.
And then I came back to school today, where I had a half-hour meeting with a school counselor to talk about not one, not two, but THREE students who are or have been in crisis:
- My advisee -- fortunately, she's actually doing great in her senior year, but it's becoming clear only now just how depressed and actually suicidal she was earlier in her high school career. So she's now having some therapy to figure out what depressed her earlier and what coping skills she could use if it happens again. I'm now going to be meeting with her weekly, in addition to her weekly therapy appointments, and one of the things we're going to do is to look up all of the mental health resources at her new college.
- A junior, who has been cruising toward a breakdown for much of the year and seems to be getting ready to have it right. about. now. My class seems to be the tipping point.
- A freshman, who wrote a poem for my class that was clearly about an eating disorder. I passed it on to the counseling team to make sure that she was on their radar.
All of this, on top of teaching four classes and meeting one-on-one with students for two hours today, mean that I am beat. So much for the restoration of a long weekend!