Chapter 315 Psychology
"I heard they brought in four new TAs for the freshmen, all from grad school. The other three got meh reviews, but you? The students are raving about you. Is this some kind of mind game Professor Evans taught you? Spill the beans, how'd you mess with their heads?" Adam grilled me.
Man, his words ticked me off.
Mind games? Messing with their heads? Seriously?
The students liked me 'cause I had some charm and could draw, not 'cause I was playing some sneaky game!
But how was I supposed to explain that to Adam? No way he'd get it. So, I just zipped it and ignored him.
"Jane, I heard Professor Evans made you our psych mentor. Got your lessons ready? When's it starting? The competition's around the corner, and we're running out of time." Adam kept pestering me.
I wanted to shove a rag in his mouth so bad.
"I haven't studied psychology, got zero experience in counseling, no clue how to prep lessons, and no idea when I can start. So, to not mess up your pre-competition training, go bug Professor Evans about it. I can't help, alright?"
Adam kept up with me, sneaking glances. "Nah, we're good students, can't give the prof a hard time. Plus, I heard you didn't say no to Professor Evans. Not saying no means yes. So, you're stuck with this psych training."
He wouldn't hassle the prof but had no problem bugging me, huh? Wasn't I his teacher too?
"Look, you're the team captain, so I'll be straight with you. When it comes to drawing, I'll share everything I know, but I can't teach psychology. I don't know how." I sped up, my head spinning. I just kept walking, not even watching where I was going.
After about five minutes, Adam had enough. He grabbed my hood and spun me around. "Crystal House is this way, everyone's waiting for you. Move it."
I shook off Adam's hand and fixed my hood.
What kind of student treated their teacher like this?
"Like I said, I can teach drawing, but not psychology. If you want me to teach it, you'll have to give me time to learn it first. Could take a year or two. If you can wait, cool; if not, find someone else."
Soon, I could see the clear roof of Crystal House.
"Honestly, psychological strength is mostly about your natural character. Outside stuff can help a bit, but it's not a game-changer. In the end, it's all about self-regulation."
Hearing my words, Adam busted out laughing, covering his mouth. "You sound like some old scholar pushing sixty."
Old scholar? Please, I was a total babe.
Before I could get mad, Adam jumped in, "So, what we need is hands-on experience. We can read psych books ourselves, but nothing beats the real deal."
He had a point.
I stopped and thought for a sec. Professor Evans' plan couldn't just be blown off, and since he dumped it on me, it was my problem to solve.
"Is everyone here?"
"Yeah, they heard about the changes from the organizers and are kinda freaking out, especially the newbies. They just messaged me; everyone's already at Crystal House."
"Alright, I won't call it a lecture. I'll just share my personal experiences and how to keep your cool and stay focused when the pressure's on."
Basically, I'd just tell them my life stories.
There are tons of ways to pump people up. Lectures are the most formal but can be a snooze fest. Storytelling might seem casual, but it creates a vibe that makes people feel like they're right there with you, often hitting harder with less effort.
Young folks love a good story. They can pick up lessons from it and dodge the boredom of stiff lectures.
I shared all the big and small moments I remembered about keeping my head straight.
Some stuff had been buried deep in my memory. Digging it up now was kinda fun. When I talked about my past goof-ups, I couldn't help but laugh along with everyone.
I didn't expect this storytelling gig to be such a hit. Except for a ten-minute break, I talked until almost noon, and everyone was still all ears.
If Brad hadn't called to invite me to lunch, I wouldn't have known when to stop.
Just after hanging up, Brad showed up on the path in front of Crystal House.
Dressed in a sharp suit, Brad looked pretty suave and handsome.
No one would guess that this gentle Brad had a hidden violent streak. I still get chills thinking about how he beat those thugs to a pulp when they trapped us.
Maybe everyone has two sides, showing different ones to different people.
I didn't know where I stood in Brad's heart, but I clearly saw his two sides: the warm and caring side with loved ones, and the cold and ruthless side with enemies.
I liked both sides of him, the tenderness and the strength.
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