For those who know me, know that I am not the most social person especially when it comes to large groups. I am also someone who tends to be a peace keeper and stays away from conflicts. So this year when I learned that I would be placed in a high school for my methods class on emotional and behavioral disorders, I freaked out. This was the opposite of everything of what I want to do in my future. I am more comfortable with children under the age of five, what am I going to do with high schoolers?! I had a lot of AM thoughts and limiting beliefs floating around in my head. I was fortunate to have a cooperating teacher that is experienced and willing to help me grow as a teacher. Through my experience, I was able to gain a little confidence in my abilities even though I still carried around some limiting beliefs. Going into this summer I wasn’t sure to expect being at a residential treatment facility. This facility serves children under the age of 12 that have experienced some sort of trauma. Starting the summer out, I was nervous and had the running thought of “what if I am not able to handle their behavior?” I tend to take the flight response when faced with difficult situations. After four weeks, I feel that I am finally able to handle some of what is thrown at me. I am learning to push my limits and throw away the single story I was writing for myself. I am becoming. I can do this thing.