A Fruitful Beginning

The Harshlands

I stood in-front of the ECG counsellor room, hesitant to open the sliding door. Each breath, heavier than the other, I slowly paced myself towards the door. VROOM!! The door slide in a rather quick instance. There stood a middle aged teacher who welcomed me with a warm smile. Sub-consciously, I entered the room while clinging onto my school bag ever so tightly. I entered a well organized room and set onto a cushion seat. "May I have your name and class?" The counsellor questioned. I, ever so timid, gave a stammered answer. "Ease up, do not be so tensed up." The counsellor comforted me after seeing the unease emotion emitted by me. Heeding her advice, I laid back, almost drowning myself in the cushion of the chair. After assimilating to my environment, I poured my uncertainties and worries on her, making sure not to waste a single drop. It was a huge moment to me as I took a big step seeking for help and clarification from the everchanging future. This experience showed me the simple ways to get help.