There’s something about the
night before that is timeless, as
fleeting as it is. I still remember the
night before my ninth birthday, the night before I moved into my freshman dorm,
and the night before I gave my senior cello recital. The heightened emotion, whether terror or
excitement, keeps you lying electrically tense late into the night, trying to
turn off your thoughts while helpless to stop them. I have always imagined that the night before
getting married, I would be unable to sleep and would finally crawl out of bed
at dawn, merely grateful that the night was over.
Tomorrow I begin my first level-one field placement,
shadowing an occupational therapist at an elementary school. It is merely one full day of shadowing in and
of itself, but from my late-night perspective, it is quite a significant
milestone. Tomorrow marks the first day
of my career endeavors within the workplace.
Tomorrow I will leave the house at 7:00 a.m. wearing a badge that
introduces me with the letters “OTS” after my name. Tomorrow.
Well, let’s make it 7:15.
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