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Of Signs and Motivation

Hey folks! Welcome back!

Grad school is a circus and mah di bigges’ clown. And for my next act ladies and gentlemen, I will juggle family, friends, work, and assignments whilst crossing a 2-year long tightrope…on a unicycle… while riding backward… blindfolded… with my arms tied behind my back.

It’s weird you know, at the end of the last semester, I thought I had it all figured out. I felt like a real SLP. I felt competent in my ability to assess, and remediate fluency disorders. I thought I was the best thing since sliced bread. Fast forward to this semester, where I’m in a school setting for my clinic placement and I’m right back down at ground zero. I know nothing. I am an idiot. I don’t belong here!

And just when it seemed super bleak, my hope was restored. There I was walking in the hallway with my mind occupied with due dates and mistakes of the past and questioning my sanity for the tenth time this week.  I walked into a professor I had met once or twice but never really had an opportunity to have much interaction with.

She looked super excited to see me and said: “I was just talking about you the other day!”

The first thing that came to my mind was: “*insert expletive here* what did I do?”.

I responded with ” Oh! What about?”

Without skipping a beat she responded, “I was saying how smart and sweet you are and how happy we are that you’re going to school here.”

DAY MADE!!!

I can do this guys!!!!!!

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