A student fails to come to class for a week and a half. She appears one day. I return her barely passing midterm and her paper. She does not offer any explanation and I do not ask for one. Then an email comes from the dean's office and she is concerned about her grade. She is having personal problems but does not want to talk to me directly so a staff person writes to me to represent the student. The same one who vanished for a considerable period. I explain that the student, no longer a first year college student, should know better than to play these games. While we do not require her to divulge a private matter, she could have communicated the difficulty she was facing and informed faculty accordingly. As a result, she is left not without options but very little sympathy. Growing up is painful. Sometimes I wonder if there is no other way.
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She has bought into the culture of deferral. Blame her problems, someone else will represent her, someone else will the do the work, but THEY want to harvest the fruits.
I am sorry but she is allowing herself to become like a TV caricature situated in the pretense of a stage-set in Universal Studios. If these people are open to some type of formation, it is not the therapists who will help them. What they need is a friend, a parent, a sibling who will remind them that growing up is not easy. If one wants a reasonable retirement, he or she should work for it.
Her option. Mag-dasal siya.
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