The world’s worst counselor, Ms. Sauvé, is making the children all share a slobbery paper mache mask and talk about their feelings publicly. As always, her face shows no emotion and she wears a vertical striped overshirt on top of a millenial pink tank.
Here’s the freaking world’s worst school counselor, Chantel Sauvé. She makes me sooo uncomfortable. I feel so judged. And okay, she gets Ellie into her office and just stares at her til time is up? First of all, that’s not what you do. I asked my husband who is in grad school for school counseling. Second of all, I can safely assume that is not what you do with a child who is self-harming. “Ah, okay, you don’t want to tell me about it? Well, better luck next time. Run along now!” You’ve got to be kidding me. Most adults would consider this an extreme emergency, a precursor to suicide risk. I feel like the principal and school nurse and a cop would be here by now. Although, that’s just how we react here in the southern US. Either way, I officially renounce this lady.
But onto her clothes or whatever. First a warm-hued floral top. Then an orangey-red bell sleeve top. Finally, black slacks and a vertically-striped blouse.
Wait, is this our first time seeing Sauve?? I think it is! You know, maybe at first I think I liked Sauve. Now that I’m a grown up, and understand how grown ups are supposed to act, and now that my husband is studying to become a school counselor, and I know how counselors are supposed to act, I’m not really a fan of her that much anymore. Unrelated, she’s beautiful, but that doesn’t really matter, because we are here to talk about her clothes. First she wears one of those awesomely-2000s matching top & cardi sets in red, and her hair is pulled half back. Then she wears a vertically-striped button down under a brown suede looking vest. I feel super judged by her. Look at that gaze.