we're only 99% perfect

it's an overwhelming feeling, when you've plunged from the protective environment of first year, that raw, naive feeling's lost and you're suddenly, without any warning,into second year, dealing with real fee paying clients and a whole deal of responsibility.
from planning assessments, therapy and pacifying children to open up, talk to you, suddenly this doesn't seem in your league. the whole course seem out of reach. like you're being hit by a whirlwind of responsibilities, knowledge and only you can find your way out of that.

as you walk out of the hall with all this extra baggage not only orbiting around your head but dragging you down, ball and chain style, it drizzles.
a steady, almost rhythmic fall of rain, just lightly caressing your lashes, lips and softly placing droplets on your hair, you realise. it'll not be that bad after all. beauty's right out of your hall.

you just have to look, much harder than ever before.