Page 49 of Me and My Hot Professor

“I doubt those kids would have traumatic things to talk about, though,” Casey said.

“When you’re the therapist, the kid will talk to you about anything and everything they’re dealing with,” I said and looked at Naomi. She nodded, her expression was thoughtful. “But don’t get me wrong, working with kids is incredibly rewarding too. They’re resilient in a lot of ways but they’re basically clay. You’ll have to keep spinning the wheel and make corrections to the mold until they’re good enough to hold water,” I said.

Naomi chuckled, “Nice metaphor,” she said.

“It’s true though. When you get to grad school and start residency, you’ll see what I mean. Either way you can always fall back on teaching.” We talked more about career paths in psychology then I generally got to know more about Casey and Jess—what they do for a living and all that. Dinner didn’t turn out to be such a disaster after all. When Naomi and I left the restaurant together and got back to the car, I let out a deep breath and she laughed at me.

“See what I meant about them?”

“Yeah, they’re just different, a different kind of family,” I said.

Naomi clicked her seatbelt and nodded sagely, “Yep.”