Once upon a time a long time ago, I was sent to counseling. Well… anger management, really.
Hear me out, okay?
I was in a very bad situation in college. Basically, there were some unhealthy expectations placed on students, and I’m not good at complacency when being told to just grin and bear it. It got to the point where I was given an ultimatum, and I told a high-ranking academic official to go f**k himself. For the record, he deserved it.
So, I got sent to anger management. There was a very fancy building on campus I had never visited before. And, after filling out a lot of paper work, I was sent in to see a very nice lady. She asked me why I was there, and I told her the whole story. From scales and straight A’s to calculus and pointe shoes. By the time I had finished, the hour was basically up, and she said I had every right to be angry. I just needed to use politer terms to express my anger than “go f**k yourself.”
And I still had to go back. Once a week for the rest of the academic year. Things I continued to learn: Don’t swear at the people who can make you go to counseling. More important things I learned: Angry isn’t always a bad thing. There are times in life where it’s good to be angry. (more…)