Since my wife is student teaching she is constantly asking me about things that I did as a student teacher during the first half of the school year. It's interesting though because I can't remember most of it. I'm constantly trying to remember, but I can't.
Therefore, I think that I may have some level of post traumatic stress disorder. My coping mechanism for getting past the living Hell that my program created for me is forgetting or burying the worst of it all. I am sure there are arguments in favor of and against this, but that's how it is.
My life in teaching has exponentially improved since then, and this is definitely a place in life where I need to keep looking forward and not back.
Therefore, if anyone ever wants to know how things are, feel free to ask specific questions about my practices now. If you want to know about my student teaching I have a long list of the failures, belonging both to myself and the credential program organizers, professors, master teacher, etc.
It has been a long and difficult journey, but in this case the destination was much more important.