one WEEK b4~

this would be my first post created just for the sake of expressing my feelings about my life as a teacher-in-making process... in a week from now, i'll be standing in fornt of my first ever students, and yet i still cant figure whaht am i going there.. my feeling at this moment is unknown, chaotic, full with questions left hanging without answers,... Gosh, i really hope that everything will ends well, for me and my fellow friends...

*the pain of not knowing is unbearable*

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