As one might expect of a woman in her position, Dr. Schwartz saw many clients.
Freshmen, by and large, were those who Helen saw most frequently. And this was to be expected, of course. After all, the relocation from one's home, friends and family to come and live in a strange setting that was largely isolated could be emotionally devastating to a young, developing woman. Especially when a setting such as Buttercombe Academy had already developed so differently than the schema that those poor girls were used to.
However, older girls were not uncommon. The troubles of being a teenager weren't assuaged simply because their parents were miles and miles away. The issues of cliques and social anxiety, combined with body issues abound (Helen chuckled to herself at the thought of some of the interesting variations on developmental anxiety that had come through her office doors during her time here) Dr. Schwartz often saw Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors with a similar frequency.
It wasn't unheard of for even the faculty and staff to make time to speak to Helen, either through informal pop-ins or by actually making appointments. Teaching was a very difficult job, especially with the peculiar task of raising (mostly) young well-to-do girls from rich families, where a phone call to someone's parents could have disastrous effects on a teacher's future if handled wrongly...
All of this and more, Dr. Helen Schwartz could handle—and so well.
With her peculiar kind of guidance, Helen could help almost anybody become who they needed to be for any given obstacle. Or rather, whom she felt they needed to be...
This morning's meeting was with one of her favorite personal projects...
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