After a silent car ride, we pulled up into the driveway and I hopped out of the car before it could even completely stop. With my backpack repeatedly hitting my side I rushed through the front door, ran down the hall, bursted into my room and immediately shut my door. I dropped my bag and leaned against the wood, lowering myself to the ground. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Two missed calls, three texts, one voicemail. Mom.
"Hey." Said one. "How did it go?" Asked another. "Call me when you can." Read the last.
"Jason, its Mom. I was wondering about your visit with Dr. Samwell today. Call me later okay? Love you." Click, I tossed my phone onto the bed a few feet away from me, sunk my head into my hands and ran my fingers through my …show more content…
Samwell. I sat patiently in his tan painted waiting room while smooth jazz gently played from the speakers above. After awhile, the assistant called me up and led me down a few halls to Dr. Samwell 's office. As I entered the office, he quickly stood up, introduced himself, shook my hand, offered me a seat and then placed himself back behind his desk. I then sat again in a dark brown leather chair centered right in front of him. He looked at a piece of paper, which I assumed to be mine considering he looked at me and then said, "So.. Jason. What brings you in here …show more content…
However, if I see it isn 't helping and I don 't notice a significant improvement I will have to let my professional opinion over-rule our little agreement. Deal?" He held out his hand.
Shyly, I reached out and shook it softly.
"Good. Now just for being a good sport through all this I said I 'd give you a gift, right?"
I nodded as Dr. Samwell got up from his desk and walked over to a large wooden cabinet in the corner of the room. He then took out a ring of keys from his pocket and unlocked the cabinet 's doors. That is when he unveiled the composition book and pencil. As I rose from the leather chair, he brought them up to me and placed them kindly in my hands. I glanced down at my gift and noticed the front of the book already had my name written on it.
"Maybe you can write down all the things you don 't want to say out loud." He then guided me to the door, "Ill see you next Wednesday, okay?"
Turning to him, I nodded for a final time but this one was different. Because this time, my nod was actually accompanied by a small grin as if to say thank
"Hey." Said one. "How did it go?" Asked another. "Call me when you can." Read the last.
"Jason, its Mom. I was wondering about your visit with Dr. Samwell today. Call me later okay? Love you." Click, I tossed my phone onto the bed a few feet away from me, sunk my head into my hands and ran my fingers through my …show more content…
Samwell. I sat patiently in his tan painted waiting room while smooth jazz gently played from the speakers above. After awhile, the assistant called me up and led me down a few halls to Dr. Samwell 's office. As I entered the office, he quickly stood up, introduced himself, shook my hand, offered me a seat and then placed himself back behind his desk. I then sat again in a dark brown leather chair centered right in front of him. He looked at a piece of paper, which I assumed to be mine considering he looked at me and then said, "So.. Jason. What brings you in here …show more content…
However, if I see it isn 't helping and I don 't notice a significant improvement I will have to let my professional opinion over-rule our little agreement. Deal?" He held out his hand.
Shyly, I reached out and shook it softly.
"Good. Now just for being a good sport through all this I said I 'd give you a gift, right?"
I nodded as Dr. Samwell got up from his desk and walked over to a large wooden cabinet in the corner of the room. He then took out a ring of keys from his pocket and unlocked the cabinet 's doors. That is when he unveiled the composition book and pencil. As I rose from the leather chair, he brought them up to me and placed them kindly in my hands. I glanced down at my gift and noticed the front of the book already had my name written on it.
"Maybe you can write down all the things you don 't want to say out loud." He then guided me to the door, "Ill see you next Wednesday, okay?"
Turning to him, I nodded for a final time but this one was different. Because this time, my nod was actually accompanied by a small grin as if to say thank