#Student Intern

[workscounselingcenter]

Overcoming Imposter Syndrome as a Counseling Student Intern

As I reflect on my journey as a counseling student intern, one thing stands out: the constant feeling that I don’t belong or deserve to be in this position. This feeling is often labeled as imposter syndrome, a psychological pattern where individuals doubt their accomplishments and have a persistent fear of being exposed as a “fraud,” despite evidence of their competence. For me, navigating imposter syndrome has been both a challenge and a catalyst for growth.

What is Imposter Syndrome?

Imposter syndrome can manifest in many ways. It may show up as a sense of inadequacy, the belief that you don’t have the skills or knowledge to perform well, or the fear that others will eventually discover you’re not as capable as they think. As a counseling student intern, these feelings can feel particularly isolating. You’re working with real clients, and the pressure to provide competent, ethical, and compassionate care can exacerbate the internal voices that say, “You don’t know enough” or “You’re not cut out for this.”

How Imposter Syndrome Has Affected Me

During my time as an intern, there have been moments where I felt overwhelmed by self-doubt. In sessions with clients, I sometimes question whether I’m truly making a difference or if I’m merely going through the motions. I’ve also found myself comparing my progress with others, especially my peers who seem so confident and capable. They don’t appear to wrestle with the same fears or self-criticism that I do, which only fuels the idea that I must be somehow lacking.

At times, I have second-guessed my academic work as well. When I receive positive feedback, I often think that perhaps the professor or supervisor just didn’t see how inadequate my performance really was. These thoughts make me feel disconnected from my accomplishments, as though they don’t truly reflect my abilities.

The most challenging aspect has been in the one-on-one sessions with clients. Sometimes, I fear that my responses might not be helpful, or that I’m not yet skilled enough to support them in the ways they truly need. The weight of my own self-doubt can sometimes make me question my value in this role, which only adds to the pressure.

How to Overcome Imposter Syndrome

While imposter syndrome can be difficult to manage, there are strategies that have helped me confront these feelings and build a more compassionate and realistic view of myself as an intern.

Acknowledge and Name It

The first step to overcoming imposter syndrome is recognizing that it’s happening. By acknowledging the thoughts and feelings associated with imposter syndrome, I can begin to separate them from my reality. It’s important to remember that these feelings are not reflective of my abilities, but rather a normal experience for many people, especially those in demanding or new roles like counseling interns.

Seek Support from Mentors and Supervisors

Supervision is essential in the internship experience, but it’s also a powerful opportunity to address feelings of inadequacy. My supervisors have been instrumental in helping me reframe my thoughts. They have assured me that self-doubt is a part of professional growth, and that their role is not only to guide my learning but also to help me build confidence in my skills. Their encouragement helps me see the progress I’ve made, which sometimes feels hard to notice in the midst of self-criticism.

Celebrate Small Wins

It’s easy to focus on what I haven’t done right or where I’ve made mistakes, but I’ve learned that celebrating small victories can make a big difference. Whether it’s successfully navigating a tough client session, receiving positive feedback from a supervisor, or simply learning something new about myself as a counselor, these moments are worth acknowledging. Over time, they help me build a more balanced perspective and remind me of my strengths.

Reframe the “Imposter” Narrative

Instead of seeing feelings of inadequacy as a sign that I’m not cut out for this work, I try to reframe them as opportunities for growth. Feeling like an imposter can be a sign that I am pushing myself outside of my comfort zone and developing new skills. I try to shift my mindset to embrace this discomfort as a necessary part of learning and becoming a more effective counselor.

Understand That Perfection is Not the Goal

One of the hardest lessons I’ve had to learn is that perfection is not the goal in counseling. Clients don’t expect me to have all the answers, and in fact, they often value my authenticity and willingness to be present with them. Recognizing that my role is to support clients through their journey—not to fix everything—has helped ease the pressure I place on myself to always “perform perfectly.”

Practice Self-Compassion

The most powerful tool I’ve found in combating imposter syndrome is self-compassion. Instead of criticizing myself for not knowing everything or for making mistakes, I’ve learned to treat myself with kindness and patience. Just as I would encourage a client to embrace their imperfections, I remind myself that it’s okay to be a work in progress. Self-compassion allows me to grow without being paralyzed by fear of failure.

Here at Works Counseling Center, we strive to create a safe space for you to do the work needed in therapy.

[fanaticalthings]

I want an AU where after Jason gets brought back to life, he channels his inner rage and turmoil into the academics instead of murder

Talia has like infinite money and a crap ton of influence, so she can absolutely get Jason the best tutors and can easily get him into the most prestigious schools if Jason wanted to (she doesn't need to do that though because Jason's just smart enough to get into them on his own)

The major he chooses? Med.

Why? Because Bruce dropped out of med school.

Jason practically flies through all the secondary education that he needs to catch up on and is already en route to earning his bachelor's AND his master's.

And it'd be so incredibly funny if the way Bruce and Jason reunite in this AU was purely by coincidence.

Bruce (as Brucie Wayne) offers to show up as a guest lecturer at Hudson University (the school Dick attended but dropped out of so double points for Jason), maybe to talk about future career paths and job positions at WE idk

So as Bruce is just wandering around the campus, he randomly bumps into a student and immediately puts on the Brucie act and is all "Oh my, I'm SO sorry, I'm just a klutz haha" only to stop dead silent when he makes eye contact with a very alive, very grown Jason Todd, who also stops dead in his tracks, mouth agape, staring at Bruce like the world's about to end

And before Bruce can get his thoughts straight, Jason just bolts out of there like his life depends on it, and Bruce is just in shambles for the rest of the day.

It doesn't help that the person giving Bruce the tour is all like "Oh yeah, that's Jason, he's one of the heads on our student council haha, anyways, this way, Mr. Wayne." and Bruce is just stood there bluescreening.

----

Alternatively, it'd be kinda funny if this all happened AFTER the events of UTRH where after the final encounter with Bruce and Joker and the whole explosion, Jason's just like "yk what, maybe I'm just gonna turn over a new leaf and pursue a higher education"

So while Gotham's still reeling from the aftermath of Jason's near takeover as the top crime lord and Bruce is still painstakingly trying to figure out where his son went, the whole time Jason's just been chilling on a school campus and Bruce just so happens to bump into his son (who, last time they met, tried to kill Bruce and blew up the building they were all in) and Jason's just all normal-looking with his textbooks and nerdy glasses and Bruce doesn't know whether to scream or cry.

[st-just]

It's uncharitable but - there's a tendency for online liberals/progressives to act like everyone from a immigrant-heavy community naturally and automatically supports universally liberalized and expanded immigration laws - and, like, I really can't help but feel this isn't a opinion you can sustain if you actually interact with any number of the people you're talking about.

[amnhnyc]

🗣️ College students: Do you want to inspire curiosity in a captivating environment where science, community, and communication intertwine? Become a Museum intern! Applications for the Museum Education Experience Program (MEEP) are open through August 23. Apply today!

[formulakracing]

i. now or never - t.w.

pairing -> student intern!reader x toto wolff

word count -> 1.7k

warnings -> cursing, age gap relationships, power imbalance, a little bit of toxicity, toto being sexy (as always), world-building, mentions of marijuana use, mentions of alcohol use, allusions to sexual fantasies, SLOW BURN (fr this time) yadayadayada (if i missed somethin’ lemme know)

a/n -> i apologize in advance if the internship i write about is nothing like an actual internship for mercedes LMFAO also, bear with me. i know it starts slow but it will pick up!

"oh, great. you're bringing up this fucking internship again. why are you always going on and on about this stupid program?"

swallowing thickly, you drum your fingers on the table, shrugging ever so slightly, "why not? i think it would be a great opportunity for not only grad school, but for career advancement. do you know how many doors that would open for me if i—"

"you'd be gone for an entire year. that's why i don't think it's a good idea."

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inhaling sharply, you bite down on your tongue, suppressing a sharp retort.

why does it matter if i have to leave for a year? it's not like you care enough about my interests anyway.

he arches a brow, cocking his head, "why aren't you saying anything?"

"because it's not worth bickering about," fingers curling around the misty glass, you swirl it around, watching as the bubbles float to the surface, "you're right. i'd be gone for a year. it's such a competitive program. i don't even think i'm good enough to get in. they probably prioritize european students anyway. the deadline for the application is due in a week. there's no way i could get everything together in time. it's not worth all the hassle."

"good girl," he hums in approval, shoving a few fries in his mouth, "you know i support you throughout everything you do. i just don't want you to pour all of your energy into this one project just to be rejected. i know you. you'd be devastated. you wouldn't leave your apartment for weeks."

do you know me though? do you really?

the waitress slips by the table, sliding a receipt toward the middle of the table, "here's the bill, as requested. have a great night! be safe getting home!"

gnawing on the inside of your cheek, you wait until her back is turned. exhaling, you pick up the bill, "i'll get it."

"you sure?" he presses, "i'll cover the tip then."

"sounds good."

fishing your phone out of your pocket, you let it hover over the qr code. typing in your card information, you can't help but notice him fumbling with his pockets, searching for his wallet.

puckering your lips, it's your turn to tilt your head, "did you forget your wallet at home?"

"yeaaaaahhhh," his lower lips quivers, forming a pout, "would you mind? i can just venmo or cashapp you later."

"sure," clicking your tongue, you select the tip percentage on the screen, ensuring that the waitress receives a few more dollars than suggested, "okay, it's paid for. let's go."

he follows in suit as you slide out of the booth, shoving your arms in your jacket. pulling his phone out, his attention is fixated on the dim screen, fingers a flurry as he types away.

"hey, one of the boys is going through some shit. you mind if i catch an uber over to his place? i'll be home later."

"like how late?"

"i don't know," he shakes his head, gaze glued on whatever he was possibly reading, "it's matteo. his girlfriend cheated on him. it looks like he could use cheering up."

"i don't care," your eye twitches, yet you wave a hand, "as long as you don't wake me up when you get back."

"of course baby," he coos, placing a tender peck on your cheek, "get some safe, okay?"

"i will," you nod, "love you."

"love you too!" he beams, pulling you in for a quick embrace, "i'll be back before midnight."

"okay."

it's a quiet trek through the parking lot.

a breeze rolls through the cars, promising of frigid weather. tangerine rays filter through the trees, the sun making its descent toward the horizon. the sky is a blanket of a tranquil blue, with traces of lavender and magenta as dusk transitions to night.

clicking your key fob, your vehicle chirps, the engine roaring to life. opening the door, you nearly collapse into the seat, your vision blurred by tears. sniffling, you ensure your seat belt is on, shifting the gear into reverse.

as you pull out of the parking lot, you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend as he clambers into the uber. you try to wave, to muster some sort of smile, but he is not paying any sort of attention as your car soars by.

at that, the tears erupt into sobs.

by no means was your boyfriend a terrible man. he was more than adequate, actually. however, the sheer disdain in his voice over the idea of your pursuing this internship left a sour taste in your mouth.

to be honest, it was more like an awful, putrid taste, bile rising up in the back of your throat as you wallow over the interaction, knuckles turning white as you grip the steering wheel.

the internship in question?

well, it was more like a job opening.

you left that part out, just so that your family and boyfriend would be more apt to the idea. after all, they did not need to know all of the particulars.

all they needed to know is that you were prepping for the opportunity of a lifetime.

an opportunity overseas to work with the mercedes amg petronas formula one team as a member of their media crew.

the internship spanned over the course of several months, following the team throughout the season. from what you could make out from the application, you would start just shy of the season opener in melbourne, around march third. the end date was unclear, but you figured it would end around the time the season was over in december. in all, you would be away from home for nine months.

and your internship duties? all you had to do was travel to luxurious cities, meet fans, promote the team across their social media platforms, and most importantly, film the races.

and the best part? it was a paid internship. mercedes would not only pay you for working with them, but they would also cover travel costs, food, and even software upgrades. additionally, you would receive a monthly stipend for your own personal spending, just so that you could "enjoy your time with us to the fullest."

it was everything you could have dreamed of and more.

so, what was holding you back?

well, there were a few things.

one, was your boyfriend. he was not keen on the idea of you leaving the country, even if it was only for a few months. he was very adamant that if you were to take this internship, then he would end your relationship.

according to him, nine months was too much for him to do long distance. although, the two of you had temporarily engaged in a long distance relationship before he transferred back home.

two, was your family. similar to your boyfriend, they were not happy about the idea of you leaving. they felt that formula one was too flashy. too extravagant. you would not fit in with all of the wealthy moguls and influencers.

you belonged here, in your mediocre college town where no one ever left. you would fare much better spending every weekend frequenting the same bars over and over again, running into the same people, making awkward, monotone small talk. besides, what if the internship was a scam? what if it wasn't everything you hoped it would be?

and the third reason?

well, it was a bit more complicated.

you had a bit of impostor syndrome, as you felt your skills were not good enough. your editing was too choppy. your transitions were not quite neat enough to fit the speed of the cars. since you were an amateur, your work was mainly posted across your instagram and tik tok accounts. your resume was nowhere near as elegant as the other potential applications.

so, why even try? why apply to something like this?

well, ever since you were a little girl, you dreamed of working in motorsports. you weren't quite sure of what you would do at the time, but you knew that it was your calling.

every time you watched a race or posted an edit, there was a shiver that ran down your spine, goosebumps appearing all over. there was a pull at your heart, nearly tugging away at you.

it was enticing, begging you to keep watching. to keep compiling clips together. to keep creating material that was crafted by you, and only you.

it called to push your creativity to the limits. to chase that dream.

to satisfy that hunger deep in your soul.

with graduation only if a few months, you were running out of time. it was now or never. make it or break it.

it was time to push yourself. it was time to break free from the clutches of your college town. it was time to take the leap, one that you had been putting off for so fucking long.

it was time to finally put yourself first.

to choose something that would bring you nothing but pure, immense joy.

and as you pulled into your driveway, you threw open your car door. scurrying inside, you made your way to your room, pushing the door open. tossing your bag on your bed, you hunker at your desk, locating that bookmarked tab.

everything was in order. you had the letters of recommendation. the personal statement was attached. the resume was completed. the portfolio was uploaded.

all you had to do was press that final square.

submit.

your index fingers hovers above the button, nearly trembling.

squeezing your eyes shut, you apply pressure, a clicking ringing in your ears.

within seconds, a new message appears across your screen.

thank you for your interest in this internship with the mercedes amg petronas formula one media team!

after receiving your application, our team will diligently look over your application and submit it for review.

a decision will be made in approximately six to eight weeks. once we have made our decision, you should receive an email in your inbox. make sure to check your spam, as it may be sent there.

we wish you the best of luck!

[arabellasdoingthework]

6/100 days of productivity (interrupted)

very few things in life inspire me as much as studyblr does. i will in fact be studying on an evening

[saywhat-politics]

China is now celebrating Trump’s attack on Harvard, as the US now stands to lose countless numbers of the world’s smartest minds, including dozens of Nobel laureates.

Chinese universities are promising to unconditionally accept banned Harvard international students.

[workersolidarity]

🇺🇸🇵🇸🚨

COLOMBIA UNIVERSITY VIOLENTLY STORMED AND SHUT DOWN BY NYPD

📹 Scenes from the violent dispersal of Colombia University protests after police stormed "Hind Hall", named by students in memory of 6-year-old Hind Rajab who was killed by the Israeli occupation forces along with two paramedics in the Gaza Strip.

Protesters are violently assaulted and arrested by NYPD, among the most notoriously violent police in the country.

News reports meanwhile claim no tear gas was used in the raid, and say no one was injured in the assaults, video evidence to the contrary.

#source

#videosource

@WorkerSolidarityNews

[what-even-is-sleep]

The lil’ guy I was making in the minutes when my students seemed to be handling their own projects well. (He ended up breaking right before I got him in the kiln).

@littleguysdaily

[justablognothingweirdhere]

Imagine Robby/Abbot getting confirmed with some stupid throwaway line. Everything about them is so serious and life and death and literally pulling each other back from the ledge, it would be kinda funny if their relationship was completely casual and just whatever. Like, Myrna calls Robby a cocksucker again and he looks at Abbot for backup and Abbot’s just like “well is she wrong? Besides, you are good at it.” Everyone around them is staring in shock, but Robby just sighs and rolls his eyes and moves on like nothing happened.

[politijohn]

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[mysharona1987]

[fandomtrashbag]

I wrote a whole ass very detailed post but Tumblr drafts ate yet it's important to get the message out rn at peak hours so here's a summary:

Injuries have risen to 100 btw. PM Auntie called protestors the Bangladeshi equivalent of the Nazis. Injuries are mostly from Dhaka University. Jahangirnagar University was also attempted to be breached (students are currently occupying the halls). Emergency wards are getting attacked. Local media coverage is extremely limited. International coverage is necessary for survival - if BD govt will bend at anyone's whim, it's (unfortunately) the western powers. Big news agency coverages will ensure human rights violations and war crimes will be minimal if at all. Please signal boost. It will be more than helpful if we get international interest in this. Please.

It is almost 4AM It hurts to think how many students might not live to see the sunrise.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

A cloud of uncertainty hangs over the future of international student visas in Canada. As the country grapples with a housing crisis,  strong wording from the federal government in recent months suggests it is looking to potentially cap the number of study permits issued to prospective international students to help alleviate the housing demand. “Enough is enough,” said Marc Miller, Minister of Immigration, Refugees, and Citizenship  in December of last year. “If provinces and territories cannot do this, we will do it for them, and they will not like the bluntness of the instruments that we use,” he said.

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