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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Think (09/02/10)

TITLE: The Talk
By Delores McCarter
09/02/10


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“Dr. Jones, what they did was so mean,” Nicole said.

“I know. Gossiping has become a big problem. It is mean and juvenile. I will talk to Dr. Patton about this today.”

Dr. Emily Jones tried her best to reassure Nicole, one of her brightest students. She noticed that Nicole visited her church last week and seemed to enjoy the service, but by the following Tuesday, she saw Nicole crying and summoned her to her office.

It was in her office when she found out that Nicole was the latest victim of online gossip. To address the problem, Dr. Jones was preparing a presentation entitled: “Gossip: Think About What You Say and Write.”

Nicole always aced the exams and maintained a strong 3.8 GPA, but she was painfully shy and didn't make many friends.

“You just don’t understand, Doctor Jones,” Nicole said.

“I understand that you are hurt. I’m going to talk to the Principal about that blog. ”

“I am beyond hurt, Dr. Jones. I’m devastated!”

“I know, but you can’t let these folks get the best of you. You are smarter than that.”

“They wouldn’t get any of me if I wasn’t around here anymore. I feel like disappearing.”

Emily’s heart sank.

“Come on now, Nicole. Please don’t even think anything like that. A few years from now, you won’t even remember those girls. You have a very bright future ahead of you with the college of your choice. Please don’t let this high school stuff eat your dreams away.”

“It really hurt my feelings. Instead of these girls coming up and talking to me, they go and gossip behind my back.”

“These girls are not your friends, so you shouldn’t take what they do to heart. They are so jealous, they are not thinking anything about you other than wanting you to fall flat on your face.”

“They think that I'm stuck up, but I'm not. They like to run behind boys or go off to get drunk. I just don’t live in that world.”

“These girls are getting drunk at sixteen years old?”

“Yes, Dr. Jones. Most of the kids here drink…a lot.”

“These girls are looking for nothing but trouble.”

“I know.”

“We will deal with this. On a lighter note, how many acceptance letters did you get?”

“From when…last week?”

“No. How many total acceptance letters did you receive in the mail?”

“About seven thus far, but I didn’t
open two that came in Saturday.”

“So, it is possible that you have nine schools that want you next year. You are on the fast track to a great future. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same thing about many other students here.”

“I didn’t think about it that way.”

“Nicole. You don’t have the time or mental energy to walk around with all of that negative energy inside of you. You have worked very hard. Now that you are a senior, you need to relax and have fun.”

“But Doc, you are the only friend that I have in this school and you’re my guidance counselor!”

“Well, I see that you attended my church last Sunday. If you are interested in coming back, I have some friends in our youth group that I’d like you to meet. They are a lot of fun to be around.”

“Ok. Well, anything is better than going through this!” Nicole said.

“Great. I’ll take that as a yes and a thank you.”

Nicole stood by Dr. Jones’ desk and started sobbing. Dr. Jones stood up and gave Nicole a hug. Dr. Jones didn’t usually touch the students, but it was obvious that Nicole needed a hug.

“I’m sorry. Thank you, Dr. Jones.” Nicole said, wiping the tears from her face. “It feels good to have someone listening to me and understanding where I’m coming from.”

Dr. Jones leaned over and grabbed a box of tissue off the corner of her desk and handed it to Nicole.

“Great things are in store for you, young lady. Just get through these last few months and you’ll be able to look forward to the rest of your life.”


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/10/10
High school is such a tough time. We need more counselors like the one in this story.