choices][Amber&Yoonjo
The door slammed unexpectedly behind Amber, she'd just meant to shut it like normal, but in her current state of mind she'd shut it harder than originally intended. finishing up her counselling session with the person who was supposed to tell her how to achieve her goal hadn't gone how she'd wanted or expected. Sure, maybe she wasn't the best student, but it doesn't give her counselor to tell her to try for a different goal besides social work.
This semester she was barely squeaking by in Psych, which apparently was major. According to the older woman, Amber's chances at being successful in social work was slim. Something about not having a natural ability to understand others. In the end, it's left the student upset with a lot to think about. The councilor had sent her away with papers on her majors that were "more suited to her needs as a student and human being."
She wandered the halls of the building aimlessly, sticking to the inner hallways, trying to avoid the sunlight. The bright light was only mocking her despair. Social work was the only thing she'd ever felt particularly drawn to. Helping with international adoptions had been her goal for as long as she could remember, and being told that she'd pretty much suck at it hurt.
Eventually she ran out of stretches of corridor to wander and settled on a window window seat on the the side of the building where the sun didn't reach. It was still bright, light reflecting off the freshly fallen snow, but nothing as obnoxious as on the other side.
Should she give this up? It'd been something she'd wanted forever, surely the opinion of one person, about one class couldn't matter that badly, but then again... Amber grew tired running scenarios of how one could be a bad social worker and eventually relaxed into a meditative state. Something that she surely needed at this point.