Even residents I did not expect to come were there. I took that as a sign of respect even though I deliberately came in pajamas and told them that I was a resident like them. Probably one of the better floor meetings I’ve had.
Of course one of my more defenseless residents came to me after I made clear that I was there to talk. I wish she had spoken to me sooner…some of these kids need to advocate for themselves more, you know? Poor thing doesn’t even seem to know what resources are available to her. Of course I’m feeling protective of her well-being now, too.
One thing I need to remind myself is that getting rid of one bad resident will definitely not fix all my problems, because I used to bank on that, and it never worked. Sigh. One more week till we find out placement for next year. In the meantime, I guess you could say I’m working to be the change I wish to seek in the Residential World.
Fighting the good fight, eh?