This week’s writer has just finished her DipSW course

    Monday

    It is the last week of my placement, all my work is completed
    and I have confirmation that my final dissertation has passed. The
    marker states: “This is the most unusual piece of writing I have
    ever read in my whole 15 years of teaching.” I’m not quite sure how
    to take this and start probing him why. He says it is very
    post-modern and post-structuralist, and I’m glad, because I
    specifically chose this paradigm. It was a practice study highly
    influenced by Michael White and narrative therapy, perhaps because
    my growing passion for this approach as an area I would like to
    specialise in.

    Tuesday

    I arrive home, and I feel lost. I have no written work to do and
    I wonder what on earth to do with my time. I begin to cry, and it
    just won’t stop. I wonder whether this is relief, and I feel
    confused that I cannot acknowledge my achievements. I decide to
    reach out for some dialogue and work through these feelings. I ring
    a dear friend, someone I met who shares the same passion for
    narrative therapy. By the end of the conversation, after two hours
    of the most powerful emotions I have ever felt, the retelling of my
    story as a student had been done. My language changes and I feel
    much better, for today anyway.

    Wednesday

    I keep feeling some twinges of tears, and just observe these
    emotions of relief, change and sheer exhaustion. Today it has been
    confirmed by both the college and practice teacher that I have
    passed the diploma. I hold back the tears. What a struggle this has
    been, in terms of my own raising of consciousness, the financial
    struggle and my overwhelming academic achievements. If anyone would
    have said to me two years ago how well I was going to do, then I
    clearly would not have believed them. I e-mail my personal tutor to
    thank him for his support, the backbone of my achievements. He
    replies: “Remember, in a couple of years time, you’ll be doing what
    I do now, keep notes of your experiences as a student!” My dreams
    are becoming a reality.

    Thursday

    Just received a letter for an interview. Not sure whether I want
    to work just yet, but my financial circumstances are leaving me
    little choice in re-energising myself after such a journey.
    However, I decide that the interview experience will be good and
    begin some practising, in private of course!

    Friday

    Today I reflect on my most fascinating journey through social
    work education. I remember at the beginning of the course, all of
    those doubts, mainly about my ability to write assignments. By the
    second year my marks were consistent and I came to the opinion that
    I could carry on to do a BA in social work. Me, a BA, it is unreal
    to think that I am at this standard now and where I was at the
    beginning of the course. My language has changed so much, and many
    other people have pointed out how differently I say the word
    “Education”, the root of all empowerment. A couple of years
    practising and I’m right back in there, teaching hopefully. And a
    freelance narrative therapist of course.

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