This has definitely been the case with my Developmental Psych course.
More often than not, I have walked out of class feeling depressed, sometimes near tears, thinking “boy, have I ever screwed up with the teenager.”
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It’s true—I’ ve spent the past four months reading and hearing about all the things I "should have" done but of course I didn't do, or about all the things I “shouldn't have" done but of course did do.
Gees...
It got to the point where the Legal Dude forced the following mantras on me…”don’t take it so personal” and “it’s all just theory.”
The only (meager) consolation is that my Professor, who had her doctorate before having kids, claims she feels the same way.
This past Tuesday, as we studied the family and children and the styles of child rearing, I at last walked out of class thinking, “FINALLY—just maybe I had gotten something right!"
That doesn't mean however, that I'll stop worrying about what I still might, or might not, do to completely and totally screw up with the teenager!
Thank goodness, next Thursday is my last class!
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