I finished my last week of clinic today. I had assumed that by this point in the semester I would be so relieved to be finished with clinic that I would celebrate its end with a MEDIUM strawberry margarita. Surprisingly I’m kind of sad. I feel certain that after finals I’ll be ready for that margarita, but right now, I just wish I’d had one more week. A few more sessions in order to reach the goals. Another opportunity to help these children improve their communicative abilities. Don’t get me wrong. There are days that I dread clinic. There are days when I’m tired and stressed and my creativity is all tapped out. There are days when I would much rather do summersaults than work on one more /r/ sound. I’m ready for a break. I’m ready to go home and sleep late and spend time with the ones that I love. But all in all, ending clinic is bitter sweet. I realize that this is what my professors were talking about when they told us that we would know if this profession is for us when we hated the classes but loved the clinic. I’m looking forward to the new challenges that next semester will bring. I’m ready to have adult clients (and if I never have to work on /r/ again, I won’t be in tears).
But first, that margarita.
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