Me, accused?

I had such a strange dream last night. I was being accused of killing a woman. Worse still, I was being accused by my family (aunts, uncles, cousins) of letting a woman who was already dying to die. She was going to die within days or weeks and I held her nose so that she couldn’t breathe! I went to the court and everything, and despite knowing the accusation was true, I cried and denied. To make it even worse, it appears that I didn’t do it in order to help the woman, but to help the family – and myself. We were going to have a celebration and that dying woman would jeopardize it. Selfish and heartless decision, but I apparently didn’t realize how wrong I was. The judge didn’t seem to believe I had killed the woman, but even though I was condamned for two years of reclusion, only having to sleep in prison. I asked my dad if I shouldn’t have a lawyer and he answered: “Leave it this way! I’m tired of lawyers!”

Oh my.

Back(stage)

I’m back for quite a while now, finishing my career counselling sessions for this year. I’ve been having some positive surprises and feedback, but what is still to be done is to diminish the distance between school and work, that is, to provide opportunities for the students to acquire some self-efficacy beliefs that will be useful when choosing a career. Many of them will only start doing things their own when they enter university/college. Besides, there seems to be a lack of reflexion on the world of work, like what the sense of work is, why people work, how necessary it is for them to work etc. It may seem odd, but some teenagers have no idea where the money comes from. They don’t know how easy/difficult it can be to make money and they know nothing about the cost of living.