We got our photo taken for our ID today.  I didn't know we were going to be that day so I had my hair clipped up in the most hideous way for a picture.  It looked like I just woke up.

"Here's what your photo looks like!"

me:  "Ew."

him:  "What?  I think it's a nice photo.  Do you want to take another one?"

me:  "No, it's okay.  I don't care."

him:  "No, it's fine...  If you want to take another one I can."

me:  "No, it's not the photo's fault, it's just my face."

Everyone:  "Oooooh!"  Which btw why would you make a "you got owned" sound when I said it myself? hahah

him unsure of what to say:  "....Well, I think it's a nice face?"



SERIOUS post.

Ever since I gotten this position, I feel so much hate coming at me from the other trainees (every position is trained together).

Even the new friend I made that is going to be working at my branch had tried for the same position.  She asked me of my credentials to which I replied that I had no related skill in medical.  She, however, did.  In fact, the only thing that probably stopped her from obtaining the position was her hours because they were not flexible.  Well, she had said that herself...  Guess how I felt?

Another trainee who was in another position asked me what I wanted to pursue as my career.  I told him something in medical.  He replies, "So you don't even want to be a Pharmacist?  See, I do and I'm even in school for it but I didn't get hired.  You're lucky."  Guess how that made me feel?

Another trainee who had gotten the same position in another location told everyone of her studies, having a major and a minor, wanting to pursue into it for nursing whereas for me, I hadn't gotten that far along on my studies and have little experience on paper in the medical field.

Everyone has this little thought in them, while they stare at this girl who seems immature and unappreciative based on my appearance.  "Oh, she's just lucky.  She doesn't deserve that position.  She's spoiled and young."

It needn't be said.  I can feel it by the way people speak to me.  Nobody dares to pursue an intellectual conversation with me.

Well, you know what?  I am lucky.


As I placed my uniform on before the class, everyone began laughing at this tiny girl who is equivalent in size to a 17 year old.  My jacket seemed to have swallowed me whole.

I laugh with everyone else, as I tend to do... But I couldn't help but feel many stares accusing me of being unfit for this role.

But you know what?  There are many of you, all with grand pursuits in education and with a history of credentials on paper.  I haven't had much experience in life...   School never taught me much,  I had to prove myself capable to school rather than to have a long list of credentials in school to prove that I am capable.  I never developed my way of thinking in school; I merely practiced it in school.  I never gained wisdom in school, I practiced knowledge.  Thus, school was just there to allow myself to prove a portion of who I was.  Unlike many others, I don't have an impressive background in education to define me.

I learned about health the hard way.  Not through school but through my body.  I use my mind to reflect maturity, not my appearance.  Just because you fail to read me correctly doesn't mean I am the way you think I am.  It simply means you failed on studying something that is real and not on paper.

No, I don't go to UBC or SFU.  I went to a college where I had to take classes slowly to prevent my body from crashing.  No, I'm unable to do full time anything.  But does it mean I'm not hard working?  If someone's health allows them only to do a limited number of things but they do the max amount that they can, is it not equivalent to someone who has better health and can do more?

My vet had said to me when I wasn't working...  "You paid so much for your cat's dental in Victoria and you won't pay 120$ for more blood tests here?"  To which I replied, "I paid so much when I was working.  At the moment I'm not working but I'm giving her the most I can.  In both instances, I'm giving her 100%.  It's not the amount given that you look at, it's the amount that can be given."

Sometimes what you see is not one's inabilities, but rather the limitations that have been imposed upon them.