Emily POV

Today is the day..... Today is the day... I am so nervous my hands are sweaty and my heart is pounding. Why was I cursed with this shyness and awkwardness I mean come on? I look in the mirror and I look decent. My dark blond hair cascades halfway down my back, and my green eyes stare back at me in the mirror. As I inspect my face further, I can see the freckles on my nose, but I kind of like them. There is nothing too special about me, I am not on the lighter side but I wouldn't say I was overweight.

I put on some high waisted jeans and a colorful button-up shirt. It's wintertime so I decided to wear a loose jumper. I apply some light make up a little mascara, eyeliner, and I do my eyebrows (like I amateur that I am ). I put my uniform for practice in a bag and get my backpack. I hope I got everything. Today is the first day of my clinical practice at a rehabilitation center and I am beyond nervous and scared. I study occupational therapy and no one ever knows what that is (lucky me). But I like it, we help people who are going through something like an illness or an accident, or something else, to get better and independent. It is some form of rehabilitation thru all stages of life.

So when I am done overthinking everything I go downstairs to get some breakfast but I quickly notice that we are running low on food so I just skip it and grab my coat, boots, and keys to my car. I live only with my father right now and I don't see him much and I must say I quite like it like that.

I get to my car, and it is an old beat-up Ford but I don't mind I just love the idea that I can drive myself to work. Besides school, I also work part-time at a cafe and I do cleaning from time to time. I don't mind working I need to earn some money so that I could get my own apartment and to pay for school and car and to hopefully get out of this house as soon as possible...I was so occupied with my thoughts that I don't even know when I got to the rehabilitation center parking lot. I quickly went to the assigned floor to meet my mentor. When I met her she was a lovely woman in her late 40's.

˝You must be Emily White?˝ She said˝Yes that is me, hello nice to meet! ˝ I said.˝Hello my name is Alex, come with me I will show you where you can change into your uniform˝.I quickly followed her growing more and more nervous as if that were even possible. We came to a small change room meant for students. I change into a white uniform and put on my bright pink crocs ( I have been meaning to get a white one for so long I just don't get to it). I notice that I am wearing two different socks. I mean how embarrassing I do usually wear two different ones but not when I know someone would see it. Well, I mean who will look at my feet anyway. I just hurry up and get to the OT ( occupational therapy) main room for my assignment.

˝Okey so let me show you around a little bit before we get down to business,˝ Alex smiled.She showed me the whole floor and then she took me to the floor that I would be in and it was the amputee unit. It scared me since I have never worked with amputees and every time I have to do something new it is so stressful for me. I hate doing something new I was hoping I would be put on the stroke unit. But I know I must try new things in order to learn it is just really hard for me. Alex is telling me what I will have to do for the next 10 weeks of practice. I am writing it all down so I don't forget anything.

˝Your main patient will be a boy your age who just come in a week ago and is still pretty angry with the situation but you need to learn to deal with situations like that as well˝. Alex tells me. ˝He might be a bit rude and uninterested,˝ she says and looks at me to see if I have anything to say.˝ And you will have a couple of other patients as well but your main focus will be the boy.˝ She says as she goes through some papers.˝Okay I guess that will be alright,˝ I say and try to smile politely.