We’ve all been there. Those days where you feel like the world is just conspiring against you, waiting to see just how much it can push you before you break. We’ve all had those bad days when it seems like nothing is going to go your way, and you just want to curl up in a ball and cry. When I’m having a rough day, I like to call home. My younger brother, Cory, can usually snap me out of a mood real quick because he says, “Stace, you’re at HARVARD. Harvard people don’t get to complain.” Well, I hate to break it to you bro, but bad days come for everybody. Yesterday was no exception.
I woke up yesterday morning with a horrible stomach virus. I’ll spare the details, but it wasn’t pretty. I couldn’t believe it – the one weekend I had gotten plenty of sleep and was fully energized to teach at my practicum placement, and now, I couldn’t even leave my bed. Not only did I feel nauseous, but I felt sad. I then turned on my computer, or so I thought I had. The screen was black. I tried again. Still black. A glimmer of hope appeared when I heard the computer turn on, only to watch it completely turn off again. Glimmer gone. So now I’m up at 6 AM, and this day is already going wrong.
Well, I won’t recount the whole day, but you’re probably wondering why I’m writing this type of blog post. It wasn’t so much the horrible happenings (though I think they make for a fun little anecdote), but it’s what occurred after. For example, I’m currently writing to you on a friend’s Kindle Fire. She is in the Prevention Science and Practice cohort, and lent it to me no questions asked. I was able to keep up with the downloaded readings of the week because someone in my Language and Literacy cohort sent them all to my email, so that I could read them on my phone. I had the sympathetic ears of many, all people who had been there, who had gone through this kind of day. I made great use of the computers and resources in Gutman Library, without which my students would have had no lesson activities. Not to mention that the cafe has great soup, which helped me get past the sickness. So perhaps my brother was right after all – bad days at HGSE don’t have to be so bad. People here are kind and willing to help each other succeed, especially on their worst day – that’s the Harvard way.
Stacy Tell is a Master’s of Education candidate in the Language and Literacy program. An aspiring Reading Specialist, Stacy is passionate about helping students to become lifelong readers.