There Be Sense in Fate's Madness?

Ah the happy days come. Holidays now and a time to go traipsing, meet people and let the mind drift in preparation for practicum.

Practicum. Rolls off the tongue smoothly, but how many not in the business know exactly what is this "internship" (my mum calls it that) about, or the assorted trepidation, anxiety, rush and hard work associated with it?

The postings for both prac and final school are out, and sadly again Fate dealt me something completely random. Let's just say HQ did not accede to the request put in by a certain school after an interview.

Don't even know how to feel about a workplace 5 minutes walk away. Just do it, and try to perform well, twin wise-sayings I have no choice but to adhere to.

And Susan Ang got it spot on perhaps. Maybe I do have the face for a certain type of school...

That aside, have you have the experience of letting past monsters slip one past all the defenses that you have erected? Faceless numbers already alien and names I can curse freely sometimes do come back to haunt you, in the form of baseless discoveries and "sightings" by someone who matters. And it's agonizing in the way misunderstandings develop and yet you are always in the wrong, and you know you are indeed in the wrong for not deleting certain stuff. But yet to delete and forget is to remember, to leave things alone is to completely nullify their significance in my life. Do you understand?

Onwards educators, censor to save your life, take on personas to baffle those who surely come a-nosing, during and after practicum!