Hooray for Little Victories!

I got my training certificate on the 1st of July, 2013.

It was two months worth of effort, of anxiety, of sadness and joy.  Finally getting to the end of it, this wasn't how I'd expected I'd react.  It was just one of those days...

The things that happened in the past couple of days however got me thinking that however I am now it doesn't really change my reasons for doing this in the first place.  This is something.  It's something that I did, and now it's something that I have.

Last day of class

Later today is my very last day.

I don't know how I'm supposed to be.

I think I just had a little too much time on my hands.  After a few weeks of just trying to be on time, and trying to catch up, I get a break and I'm going nuts.  I'm just so tired.  I wasn't as confident in this last test as I was during the "mid-term".  Well, I wasn't confident with anything I did anyway.

My conversational skills was close to nil.  There is a disconnect between what I've learned and actual self-expression.  I absolutely suck at explaining myself in my native tongue, so why am I even surprised?

I had a "listening" test which was way more horrible than the speech and conversation tests.  I'm already a little hard of hearing and that with every other problem I had- utter disaster.  I couldn't make out anything.  I was lucky if I could understand a couple of words.  A whole sentence?  Ha!  I wanted to hug the speakers.

I worry about how I'm going to continue this when I already have so many problems while still in class.  How am I going to fare on my own? I still can't shake the feeling that I don't know anything at all.