“An online education is hard work, often done by parents, military veterans, and full-time workers. You won’t find better commitment. To discriminate against online degrees on that basis goes against basic common sense. It also goes against the facts” (The Applicant, 2009)
Today, I was informed that the new CEO and the new clinical director of Springwoods Behavioral Health, in Fayetteville, will no longer accept interns from online universities. I feel obliged to inform the new CEO and the new clinical director that according to the Department of Education and a 12-year study of education best practices, “Online courses proved markedly better performance results than face-to-face education. Students who took all or part of their class online performed better, on average, than those taking the same course through traditional face-to-face instruction” (U.S. Department of Education, 2010). I had an interview at Springwoods in July and was assured of an internship placement for December 2012, by the individual who had assumed the duties of clinical director until one was hired. We had already completed the application process together. Now, because of this unfounded prejudice of the newly hired clinical director and CEO, I am without an internship placement 10 days before the application deadline. As a student at CACREP accredited, Walden University, this prejudice concerns me greatly. I am an excellent student, with over two years of counseling education which I am ready to put to use. Also, I completed my education while raising twin toddlers, moving across country twice, and working full time. I have a diverse background, with an M.A. in Archaeology, and years of international travel and life experience which will only contribute to my effectiveness as a therapist. I will find an internship placement in 10 days. I will make an excellent mental health counselor and I am proud of the degree I earned. I hope that this letter serves to bring awareness to this institution, that rejecting talented individuals on the basis of “non-traditional” universities is extremely behind the times, and not at all in keeping with their vision statement of a commitment to “innovation, and ethical and fair treatment.”
Last week when I volunteered at the girls’ preschool, I realized what a girl-dominated world I live in. I was sitting with my girls and Emma (same age as the girls, who gives them hugs at the end of the day) and we were all coloring. Out of nowhere, this little shit-head boy ran around the table with a nondescript cylindrical toy, pretending it was a machine gun. He sprayed us all with his imaginary bullets, his little shoulders squared, his lip curled, his tongue making a classic “my gun is firing rapid bullets” noise while spit flew from his mouth. I looked around at the girls, who were all nonplussed. Their eyes flicked up for a mere second, than back to their work. Such different behaviors, and such different worlds. I had several thoughts at once. First was, “how dare you fire pretend bullets at my precious babies!” the second was, “god, I can’t stand little boys,” and finally I thought, “is it our influence (as in society) that this little boy has adopted this form of play, pretending to kill people en masse or is it in his biological make-up? And also, couldn’t there be some in-between option, wherein the girls, despite the power of their silent disdain, could also have the inclination to use other, less passive, forms of interaction with boys such as assertiveness, and wit? I thought, what cultural micro-lessons instilling gender restraints have I unwittingly modeled for my girls, and what has been modeled for that boy in his short life? I think there is undoubtedly a biological element to gendered behavior, but I also wish we lived in a world where boys were equally praised for their nurturing, emotional, and artistic sides, and girls praised for their strength, assertiveness, and intellect.
When Indy has a piece of cheese, she almost always tells me not to do toots and make it stinky. Correspondingly, when I toot in her vicinity, the first thing she says is, “I don’t want any cheese now.” This is just something that she started saying, and I have no idea where it came from; most likely a previous toot-and-cheese-combination experience of which I am unaware.
I live inside this song, like I haven’t lived in music since I lost myself in motherhood. It’s little moments like discovering this song (thank you Ty) that reignite the flame of my internal self.
Little Scream - “The Heron and The Fox” (live) (by SecretlyJag)