Why Southern Adventist University?

Hello Reader,

While browsing through my old files on my computer, I found something that made me smile: the essay I had to write to explain to Southern Adventist University why I desired to obtain my master degree from Southern. I share it below because it’s an awesome testimony of what God is doing in my life (written April 2013):

Why Southern Adventist University?

Early this year, I had completed my bachelor’s degree in Psychology at University of Phoenix Online Campus. Prior to this completion, my desire was to become a counselor. This desire has been a personal goal for several years. Noting that I needed a master’s degree to become a counselor, I had reviewed the American Mental Health Counselors Association standards for the practice of clinical mental health counseling. Because I had noticed that Southern University had the accreditations, curriculum, and semester hours needed to fulfill the standards, I desire to receive my education from Southern University.

Career Goals

I had encouraged fellow Seventh Day Adventist young ladies during my short time at Hartland College. This motivation originated from viewing how one young lady appeared sad after I had anonymously given her a note of rebuke. I was a “new believer” and therefore lacked the comprehension of the Holy Spirit’s transformation of one into a new creature. Instead, I was prone to reprove and rebuke so the individual would attempt to change him or herself into something new. Upon seeing how depressed this one young lady looked after the rebuke I had given her by note, I was motivated to fix quickly the emotional pain I had caused.

The previous years of elementary school came to mind. During elementary, I was blessed to have a few girl classmates who were into arts and crafts. We exchanged letter and note crafting ideas and I had kept the concept of intimate sharing in mind. While at Hartland College, I had used flowers from the local area and notes of Biblical promises to encourage the one young lady. In the note, I explained that God was working in her life to become the young lady He desired her to be. This action became a habit as I continued to leave flowers and God’s promises around for other young ladies to read at Hartland College.

I know how it is to be the receiver of encouragement. Upon viewing how happy and self-determined the young ladies at Hartland College became because someone showed that he or she cared, I was inspired to continue to remain compassionate. It took me a while to remove the mental scales of bias in connection to the school of psychology. Prior to reading the textbooks for my associates degree in Psychology, I thought psychology only included the theories of Sigmund Freud! Once those rash ideas were erased, I saw how in theory negative behaviors could be changed into something positive. I desired to help those who wanted to change their behaviors.

Originally, I had desired to work with children. I loved studying about the mind and child development. The reason was because it appeared that it is easier to change the behaviors of a child versus an adult. However, recalling my confusing teenage years, I regressed to wanting to counsel the latter adolescent years. I want to work with those who have low self-esteem, depression, and anxiety. I believe Southern Adventist University can give me the tools to achieve my goal.

Interpersonal Style

People who come to know me realize I am a thinker. Others who watched me grow up assumed that I was shy. However, I often found myself in awkward social moments that caused me to display mild anxiety. Therefore, unable to comprehend how I ought to carry myself in certain circumstances, I appeared shy when in actuality I may have been scared to death that I would perform a social “no-no.”

During my teenage years, I was labeled stuck up. This was another social misunderstanding. My natural aloofness was a result of the thinker personality. In addition, my introvert personality causes me to avoid high stimulant areas to reduce the chance of a mental overload. As a result, I avoided large social gathering and was therefore labeled stuck up until I learned how to cope in such situations.

With those traits in mind, it may sound odd to say I am also a helper. Shortly after Capital City Seventh Day Adventist church had an evangelistic crusade in the Natomas area in 1999, many youth from Capital City were inspired to go into diverse areas of America to pursue missionary work. Between attempts of obtaining training in the areas of medical missionary work (at Hartland College and M.E.E.T. Ministry), I was asked by a few friends to help them with literature evangelism and Bible work. As I had helped them, the events helped me to gain self worth and social skills as well as the opportunity to share encouragement to my fellow workers. Prior to this, I was still getting to know who I was in Christ: a jewel worth His time to polish.

My personality styles of a thinker and a helper were united when I realized my interest with the mind of people instead of only the physical well being. This dismissed the medical missionary attempted and increased the desire to help people with their individual situations. I wanted to be a part of their reasoning process as God desires to come together and reason with us as individuals (Isaiah 1:18). More of this will be explained later on in the “My World View” selection.

My Family

I was born into a Christian home. My father, [name has been removed], was a Methodist Episcopal whereas my mother, [name has been removed], was a Seventh Day Adventist. I attended both churches for a while. I recalled the ending of attending the Methodist church was because my father had stopped attending himself. This was shortly after my paternal grandmother had passed away.

Although most of my maternal side of the family was attending Capital City Seventh Day Adventist Church in Sacramento, California, I lacked the knowledge of the basic Seventh Day Adventist beliefs. Upon learning them during an evangelistic crusade, I had felt cheated and hurt. I was sitting on a gold mine of information but failed to learn the entire truth, as in history and doctrine, until I was 17 years old! For a while, I resented my maternal side of the family but came to understand that obtaining knowledge of Christian truth is an individual thing and ought to refrain from hating those who failed to take time to teach me.

Both sides of my family have strong Christian roots. We are spiritually bond to our Maker. Both sides have helper personalities and a history of humanitarianism. To obtain my master’s in clinical mental health counseling would be help my fellow humankind. If my grandparents would have known I would tread this road, they would have smiled and encouraged me to take this journey.

My World View

Prior to attending Hartland College, one section of the Bible had grabbed my attention. I understood that once I had allowed the Holy Spirit to do His job in my heart, I would be able to present the gospel in a practical way; similar to how Jesus presented the love of the Father while He walked on the earth. The verses were the following:

“The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; to proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; to appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.” (Isaiah 61:1-3)

Upon understanding that this was the verse that Jesus had quoted while in the synagogue, I understood that as Christians, Christ’s representatives on earth, I had a duty to address such similar situations with fellow human beings. This was also confirmed during a time when I was helping a group in Maryland, called The Wedge. A friend, one of the fellow workers with this group, happened to have an audio series by Drs. Ron and Nancy Rockey; called “In it to Win It.” The series were based in how Satan desires to damage anything that has Christ in it; including people.

Accepting that people are either born damaged or placed in a situation that will allow Satan to attempt to damage the person (physically, mentally, or spiritually), I desired to be a part of the movement of healing those damaged souls. This type of world view has equipped me with the motivation to become a counselor. I want to set them free of the mental bonds that they are wearing. As a result of setting the people free from such burdens, my Father in Heaven will be glorified.

Valuing Diversity

In understanding that people are diverse, I have learned to be flexible in responding to and meeting the needs of people with a different value system, spiritual perspective, or cultural difference from myself. I embrace diversity because I was different from my peers while growing up. It was quite difficult to speak with others that had different spiritual perspectives. However, I came to understand God allows bits and pieces of truth to shine upon the perspectives of others on a continual basis. I want to share small tokens of God’s love and mercy in their time of need, pray for the person on my personal time, and allow the Holy Spirit to impart Bible truths in due time. Addressing the need is my focus and I will avoid forcing people to accept my spiritual views.

Personal Self Care

I also believe taking care of self is crucial to retaining counselor wellness. Mental and physical exercise is important. Temperance in the things that are good, such as food intake, is also important. One must have the right amount of sleep to refrain from irritability and to maintain the ability for information retention.

When I realize I am presented with a stressor, I take deep breaths and count to 10. I remember that yelling or similar behaviors often make the situation worse so I pray to God to keep me from displaying inappropriate behavior. When applicable, I remove myself from the stressor. If this action is unavailable, I remind myself this situation will pass and will treat myself to a massage, bubble bath, or a positive outlet.

Because the graduate program may be demanding, I will use the above personal self care tips as well as to seek social support. Keeping a web blog is also a positive reinforcement for one can recall how God revealed His power in difficult situations. With the writings of adversity and triumphant written down so closely together, one can be certain that God will display His mighty hand once again.

Strengths and Weaknesses

According to an Ethics Awareness Inventory, my ethical awareness inventory scoring summary was high on obligation. My ethical perspective is based “on an individual’s duty or obligation to do what is morally right” (The Williams Institute, 2008, p. 2). Because of this perspective, I often look to find what a person’s intent was instead of focusing on the result of the matter. Here is where the thinker personality can often get one into trouble. My ethical style causes me to avoid supporting policies that deny the right of individualism. I believe in fostering personal growth instead of dismissing it for the sake of social structure. However, personal growth has to avoid trampling over the law of God: love God with all your heart, soul, and mind and love your neighbors as yourself.

My weakness allows me to know that I have room for growth. I desire to learn how to refrain from over thinking. In addition, I realize that the right choice for an individual may appear the wrong choice for social structure. Moral decisions can be difficult to ascertain. Fasting and prayer may be needed to gain the knowledge of what action is best. I am reminded that when I am weak, God is strong. I will rely on God’s strength and wisdom when my weakness may be a hindrance to effectiveness while enrolled in the clinical mental health counseling program at Southern University.

Summer III Semester – Week Six

Dear Reader,

It hasn’t been “smooth sailings” on this internship journey of mine. Prior to the spring semester ending, I understood that at least one of the sponsors for Behavioral Research Institute (BRI) program was not going to fund the program for another year and, therefore, BRI was moving towards termination. This was a hard blow for me because, if they had did that, where would I go to finish up my internship? However, Dr. Vining “volunteered” to move BRI to his location at Youth Counseling Services (YCS). So, after the board had met and discussed the situation, BRI (and myself) is transitioning from one location to another.

Two weeks ago, I sat in group supervision (staff meeting), along with the other BRI interns, with Dr. Vining’s YCS interns. That was an interesting experience! Afterwards, the BRI interns were trained on additional information. Last week, the group supervision was on two cases and the twelve (more or less) interns (including me) had a round-about discussion about the two cases. Last week was also when I was giving a schedule for my time at YCS.

Having the new schedule is causing me to be a bit anxious. Will I have enough direct and indirect hours to walk on July the 28th (a week after my birthday) and/or finish this summer semester (it ends on August the 10th)? I wouldn’t know that. But, since I am an exceptional case, I had talked to Dr. Vining to see, if it was okay with him and Dr. Biller, about remaining at Health Management Services (HMS – where BRI was originally located) and do co-therapy during the days that I was not scheduled at YCS. Usually, Dr. Vining doesn’t allow interns to have more than one internship site. I can understand that because, as humans, we may forget which site we are at and start making errors at Dr. Vining’s office. And, when the audit person comes to review progress notes, etc., it will not be a good outcome.

Hmm… Where was I going with that?O_o Umm… *Reads over what is typed* So, after talking to Dr. Vining and Dr. Biller separately, I found out that it was okay with both of them to do that. So, I will be at Dr. Biller’s office on Mondays and Wednesdays and at Dr. Vining’s office on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Since Wednesdays are group supervision at Dr. Vining’s (YCS), I will not have a full day at Dr. Biller’s office on Wednesdays. With this schedule set in place, I hope to obtain all the internship hours I need by the respected time described above.

Winter III Semester – Week Thirteen

Dear Readers,

I have been enjoying my time at my internship site (Behavioral Research Institute, BRI for short). It’s been very educational. I have been able to do co-therapy with my internship supervisor, Dr. Tom Biller (the clinical director of BRI). Dr. Biller sees clients through Health Management Services (the private practice side of the building). I am learning a lot from Dr. Biller. I have also been able to do several things for BRI: individual LAMP (Lifetime Affect Management Program), health fair in community, office work, and co-facilitate in group counseling (psychoeducation).

Last week, I had finished my first individual LAMP (individual counseling). The client/student left full of hope and was very optimistic in knowing what to do whenever he/she (for confidentiality reasons, I will not reveal the sex of the client/student) realized that anger was starting to be the dominant emotion at the time. The client/student understands that all feelings are neutral; it’s what one does with that feeling that causes positive or negative results.

This upcoming week, the communication skills counseling group, that I have been co-facilitating, will be meeting for the last time. Although this is an early-in-the-day kind of group, I would say that those who come willing to learn are getting something out of the class. My co-facilitator and I plan to receive feedback from those that have been attending the class. It will be interesting to see what they say in comparison on what I have observed.

The next two Fridays, I am scheduled to help out in upcoming Health Expos (location: school gyms). During Health Fairs/Expos, BRI is able to present (at a booth) the LAMP program in hoping to either just educate others on ways to deal with their anger or hoping they would like to sign up to one of the group or individual LAMP classes. I haven’t been able to do BRI’s PST (Parent Stress Training) classes because the ones that are taught at BRI office is on the same day as my internship class. The other PST classes are on Saturday and that is when I am at church.

The office work I am currently tackling at BRI is the quarterly count. This is where the “research” section of the non-profit organization is seen in action. Keeping tabs of who all attends what BRI curriculum (male/female and race) and from what county is a lot of work! I am literally going through all of the attendance sheets, counting, and placing the totals on a quarterly sheet. Then, I will have to count them by county. Since someone has to get it done and, since I am continually going to the office to gain more direct hours for this semester, I help out whenever Dr. Biller either has a client that doesn’t want me to sit in (do co-therapy) or his client never shows up.

I can’t think of anything else to talk about so I will end here.:)

A Reflection – From Teen to Early Adulthood

Hello Readers,

I wrote the following in my prayer journal in December 12, 2001:

Dear Saviour,

While reviewing past writings of the experiences I once had, I noticed something. At first, I use to be so sad and yet, I held on tight to you. I endured hardship, loneliness, pain—even the desire to go to far away lands. No wonder why I use to read novels! I wanted to forget the pass troubles I used to endure. The reality of my life cut me like a knife. I felt like a child—wanting to grow but couldn’t. I was never taught how to become a woman.

Then, something happened. In my writings, from about September 1999 – September 2000, I wrote about the reality. My life in the city, how much I hated it! The desire to be among nature and not being bombarded with the elements therein was intense. I mentioned how my spiritual growth seemed to be shrinking. After September 2000, God placed me somewhere.

“Watch Deborah, ” He whispered to me. Deborah? Deborah Sulusi was a colportuer during this time—along with Tracy Langston. I was placed on the team. It was truly providential. While on the team, I moved into the house where Deborah lived (with her mother, Elena Poloai). Watching both Elena and Deborah showed me a different view of women besides my dear mother. When instructed to do something from the voice of Mrs. Poloai, it was different than hearing it from my mom. My mom is just my mom. I would do things because my mom instructed me. But to hear another woman say “Do the dishes” or “vacuum,” it awaken something in me.

While out on the streets with the colporting books in my hands, I felt the need of “mommy” by my side. I felt so insecure. Growing up, I was kept in a “security blanket” called home. Staying innocent and faithful, after school, I would go straight home—never going to a friend’s house, etc. since I never ventured out, I had the need to always stay in. Therefore, you can understand the fearfulness that I had when I found out that I was to go door-to-door without a partner besides me. While doing Bible Work, I had a partner beside me constantly.

While reviewing these matters [and forgetting that this letter started out with “Dear Saviour” and not “Dear Reader”—the “you” is supposed to be the pronoun to “Saviour” and not the “reader”], I can see how God was slowly getting me out of my comfort zone.

My dream as a child was to be a missionary. With this being a constant prayer, I knew that God had to teach me many things! One of them being able to be placed in different surroundings.

So, besides being in Deborah’s house for a few months, God took me to Hartland College (in Virginia). What a glorious experience it was!

Starting in January of 2001, I was learning the need to know who God really is. In the book The Desire of Ages, under the chapter of “Invitation,” these words clearly summarize what I was taught (and still being taught).

So what happened? How did I change? It’s a miracle, I know. No scientific solution. Only one answer: I kept my eyes on Christ.

If God did the same for me, he can do the same for you!

May you continue to grow gracefully. This is my prayer.

In Jesus Name,


Winter III Semester – Week Seven

Hello Readers,

I cannot believe that the Winter semester is halfway done! I have been wanting to blog but could never find the time to do so.:/ I have been having a blast at the internship site. When I wrote about the Winter III semester six weeks ago, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to stay at the internship site because my supervisor/professor didn’t visit my internship site until about week three or four.:/ She was behind in visiting the internship sites. So I didn’t put down where I was at the time.

Behavioral Research Institute (BRI: http://www.ebradley.net/bri) has the mission to prevent childhood abuse. It has three basic curriculum: Parent Stress Training (PST), Lifetime Affect Management Program (LAMP), and SWAG (helping children deal with grief). It has a “sister” (Health Management Services: HMS) that is in the same building. The clinical director of BRI, Dr. Tom A. Biller, is my site supervisor. He is also the psychologist that receives clients at HMS. I have been able to get most of my direct hours by co-therapy; sitting in with Dr. Biller’s clients. Another way I have been able to get direct hours is doing psychoeducation group counseling with another intern at a local alternative high school. Our topic is on communication skills.

Michael Bennett, the agency director of BRI, has been helping me to find other ways to get my direct hours. As of now, I will be starting to see individuals to use the LAMP curriculum (psychoeducation for stress management). I say “as of now” because things with clients are always changing!😛 It took me about a year for me to accept this inaccuracy of dealing with clients. *Sighs*

Question: Does my readers have a story about being an intern? Feel free to write a comment about your personal experience as an intern (be it counselor, pastoral, medical doctor, etc.)

Gardening at Hartland College – A Spiritual Application

Hello Readers,

The following was an event that occurred while I was at Hartland College. I had written it in a small notebook and entitled this section “Be Thou My Vision.” I realized that now I have two booklets with the same title.:/ So this is not to be confused with the previous one that I have already shared on this blog earlier. This event was written on June 16, 2001:

This I know for sure.

Yesterday evening, I was so upset with myself. I saw so many things in my character that needs to be removed. While walking fast to my garden, I heard thunder coming in front of me. The sky looked so clear. The thunder caused me to freeze in mid walking. God is truly powerful and I am nothing. The thunder sank into my heart and turned my anger to sadness. For I just want self to be completely dead so that God’s will for my life can be accomplish. I’m so tired of self getting in the way.

With this sadness (but knowing that God can change me — if I let Him), I continued. With a slower pace than before, I made it to my garden. I notice someone else (who has had more experience in gardening and this Virginia environment than I) was watering their plants. Surely, I can water mine.

I turned on the water system and began. Once again, the noise of thunder came. I looked around. Still clear skies. A little bit more clouds. No other change. The other individual was watering the crop. I went back to work. I began to water the plot to my left (when looking towards the front gate of Hartland). The clouds began to get a little gray. Soon afterwards, there was a sound of relief coming from behind me. The person was done. Leaving the field, the individual got in a vehicle and left. I was all alone. Looking around, I heard the voice of God say, “Melanie, get ready for something. Watch carefully and learn from this.”

“Go,” He said.

I held the hose in my hand.

“But I’m not done!” I thought. I continued watering the neighbor’s broccoli. And mine own. Also, the tomatoes.

“Go,” He said.

“But I’m not done here!” I said out loud. I looked at the corn that hasn’t grown yet. They show no sign of fruit.

“I will water them. You did your part. Now go before it’s too late,” He spoke with words of authority. Alone with His command, the wind came. I became dumbfounded and paralyzed. And yet, I didn’t feel my weight at all.

I began to sprinkle my corn bed. For I knew that when a quick storm comes, the water doesn’t run that deep. The wind carried the water away from the bed.


Finally, I took the hose back to the other side and turned off the water. Seeing someone’s water bottle (in which I saw when I went to the plot that early morning) with some water in it, I took it and ran. Actually, I walked quickly.

“Hurry, the storm is coming,” something said. It must have been my guardian angel. As I cross the road and began to pass the manure pile, I notice some flowers.

“They’re beautiful!” I thought. “I have never seen anything like it. Oh, Father! Can I pick one!”

A distraction.

“Hurry, the storm is coming!” More voices encouraged me.

“You can just pick one,” said the fallen angels. “It won’t take long to pick. Then, you can run with it in your hand.”

Turning back, I went aside to it. The bunch of flowers moved with the wind. The surroundings were getting darker. The noise of the wind in the trees were louder. I think thunder roared — I don’t remember. Once again, paralyzed.

“Oh, no!” I thought. “I transgressed. I’m sorry.”


I began to moved more faster. My legs seem so weak. I passed the shed.


Going through the weeds were a bit difficult. My skirt seem to slow me down.


The wind pushed me forward at the same time.

When I got back into the clearing, drops began to fall. Large ones. While panicking, I ran.

“Why don’t I ever listen to You?!” I yelled. The drops became more thicker. I saw the people at the Wellness Center watch me. There were two guest there and one student.

I ran!

Passing the Wellness Center, the storm became stronger. Walking on the green, I noticed the thickness of rain around the green.

Was God showing mercy on me and not letting me get soaking wet?

I felt some wetness.

“I deserve it! I deserve it! I deserve it!” I said while running. Then, I felt the rain even more. Halfway to the mansion. I could barely see it. I didn’t feel the weight of my body. Only the coldness of the rain. And a bruised heart.

Why didn’t I listen to Him?

[End of writing]

There is a spiritual lesson I had learned that day. Back then, God had placed me several places to learn about myself (as in where my character needed to change) and to encourage others. At this point in time, God was teaching me what Paul had taught others in 1 Corinthians 3. According to Paul, he was the one, at the time, that had planted the spiritual seeds, Apollos watered, but it was God that gave the increase (see 1 Corinthians 3:6). This is regarding the spiritual work Paul was doing. According to Ellen G. White, it was Paul who had first started the Christian work in Corinth (Acts of the Apostle, p. 274). Apollos came later.

I had planted that section of the garden at Hartland College but was impressed that I would not be around to see the entire garden grow (God would move me to another missionary project). But God promised that He would take care of this garden. I wasn’t only leaving this physical garden but also a spiritual garden; the people there at Hartland College. Many of the young ladies there had become precious to me. I was watering seeds that someone else had planted (shared encouragement) and desired to see them grow spiritually. But God was moving me to another place to either plant or water in His garden — the world.

Many months, or, maybe, even years later, one of those who were a fellow classmate for that Gardening class, had testified that my section of the garden was the most abundant section of the garden. This left a deep impression on me spiritually. This classmate told me that other classmates had watered it. And, yes, I understood that God was the one that did the increase.

Winter III Semester – Day One and Two

Hello Readers,

Today completes the second day of Winter III semester in the clinical mental health counseling program at Southern Adventist University. However, I only have one class this semester: Clinical Internship: Clinical Mental Health Counseling (or, it is also written as this: CMHC Internship). Since classes at Southern started yesterday, Monday, and my class is on Mondays, I actually started my class on the same day that was the official first day of this semester. During class, my professor stated that, although she hasn’t had the meeting with my onsite supervisor (my supervisor that is at the internship site), I could start getting my direct and indirect hours from the internship site. So, I had called the site this morning to ask if I could come in today. I had to ask because I had not scheduled a time to come in (besides the intern meetings that are held every Wednesday afternoon).

When I had arrived on site, a clinician asked me if I wanted to observe him while he administered two different assessments on a client. I said “Sure!” and was so excited to finally see the WAIS-IV “at work.” I have read about this assessment during my undergraduate (associates and bachelor degree in Psychology) and during my graduate program. It’s an assessment to measure cognitive ability. The clinician also used another type of ability assessment in which confirmed the results of the WAIS-IV. After I was done observing, the clinician and I did a collaborative diagnosis; sharing what each other had concluded (as in diagnosing the client). The clinician gave me tips and I thanked him for that. It was very educational.

After the observation was done, it was time for lunch (I went to the facility at 11:00am). After lunch, I made copies of certain forms so my site supervisor would have a file for me in his office. Then I took the time to review a binder that included training to facilitate a psychoeducation counseling group. Once my site supervisor and the agency director was free (they were in a meeting during the time I was copying forms and reviewing the binder), I was going to help with some refiling but someone had cleaned the basement and the agency director wasn’t notified on where they had moved some of the boxes. So, instead of doing this (might be able to do this task tomorrow), I reviewed the internship site procedures, policies, and description for interns. While reading this over, I found out what I could have done (forgot that I had read this). I could have did some office work in the receptionist area. When I realized it, the facility was about to close in 20 minutes. Plus, I had already called my husband to come pick me up.

Tomorrow, I will have to officially introduced myself to the receptionist (instead of saying hi in passing or ask them a question, such as “where is the shredder?”). Ugh! I cannot believe I did that tunnel vision thing to them! I had one mission on my mind and forgot to treat them like people who have feelings. I thought I grew out of that.😦 Oh, well. At least I noticed my mistake and I can fix my error. I just didn’t like it when patients at Dr. Workneh’s dental office forgot to say “hi” to me and just “got down to business.”

So my first day at the internship site was not bad. I am just a bit concerned that since my professor hasn’t met with my site supervisor that it might not be my permanent internship site.😥 But another classmate from Southern is already there (and another classmate was once there) so I’m guessing that this internship site is still abiding by whatever standard Southern is upholding.