Twas the night before practicum and all through the house;
I was printing, and stapling, louder than a mouse.
Each paper was checked, and rechecked again;
Praying that there would be no redo's ahead.
My heart is so full, so much has been learned;
I am thankful tonight that my prayers have been heard.
I made it this far, it is hard to fathom;
One year is almost done, the journey, more than imagined.
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