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Monday – Psychological Consultation Report
Oct. 4th, 2010 12:00 pm.
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The Problem Solving Team met at my son’s school this morning. My husband and I sat at a table surround by kind women with sympathetic eyes, plus one perky psychologist eager to read the report she’d written for the committee. She smiled a bit too much, this young psychologist. Perky is okay for waitresses and receptionists; it's hard to take in a psychologist about to deliver a devestating report about your child.
I won’t bore you with all 4 pages of her observation. As with any good piece of writing, it’s the twist at the end that gives you your shivers. Any good writer knows that you save your most powerful words for the last paragraph.
( Drum roll…. )
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The Problem Solving Team met at my son’s school this morning. My husband and I sat at a table surround by kind women with sympathetic eyes, plus one perky psychologist eager to read the report she’d written for the committee. She smiled a bit too much, this young psychologist. Perky is okay for waitresses and receptionists; it's hard to take in a psychologist about to deliver a devestating report about your child.
I won’t bore you with all 4 pages of her observation. As with any good piece of writing, it’s the twist at the end that gives you your shivers. Any good writer knows that you save your most powerful words for the last paragraph.
( Drum roll…. )
