It’s “Practicum Eve”.

I feel like a windshield wiper in this relentless rain flipping back and forth between calm and excited.

I feel organized like the UBC Teacher Education calendar.

I feel like a bridge supported by the education faculty across to support by teachers at my practicum school.

I feel ready.

But “ready” is only temporary.

Before I know it I’ll be flipped upside down into chaos.

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