In only a few weeks the practicum will begin, the last leg of my undergraduate stint in the university. Six long years of intermittent wonder and excitement, marked with numerous moments of indignation and sometimes shrouded with the haze of restless tedium and discontent. Of late I have spied feeble glints of light that could be hope or determination or courage, I am not certain what. Coming to this stage has cost me the process of growing up.
It is all going to end with this beginning and I’m both joyful and apprehensive to finally find myself here. I took too long to get here. I am more than willing to move on. I believe that now, finally, I am moving at my pace. I am ready to develop.