I had a crazy and busy week and I'll share to you a part of it.
I was finally able to work as examiner. It was four months ago when I had orientation for this job, but I was not able to pursue due to the so called super hero training. After a session as an observer, I had again performed return demonstration to my superior to asses if I' am ready for the job. Then yesterday, at last I became an examiner. I am very grateful to the students assigned to me by the reason of they are very well mannered. They made my task easier.
First Job
If i will write an autobiography, I would be very confuse on what my first job is. When I was grade school, I engaged into selling product... I could remember that my minimum weekly profit was P30. Anyways, I also experience working for my mother by computing expenses (related to work) . Of course, I can never forget my high school days that I sold my assignments and do projects for other people. My high school teacher won't be proud of that, I know.
Now that I'm off from school and trying to fit in in this world ruled by adults, I guess being an examiner is my first job.
First Pay
Technically, the income that I receive from the said part-time job is called honorarium not salary. Anyhow, I can't explain the difference between the two. ekkkk! All i want to say is, it's an amazing feeling that you receive a reward of something that you work hard for.
Not to take anything away from examiners, this job is way far easier than being a superhero. Being a super hero, I mean working as part of the medical team who save lives. In Philippines, the reality is, examiners are far better financially compensated than superheroes. When you're the latter, you have one of the most important jobs in the world because it's all about handling lives, yet you are unfairly compensated. That my friends, is what i can't really understand.
I remember....I remember the feeling, I remember there was no fear in my heart of something going wrong, because to me fairy tales could happen and to me that was the case and it would be forever. I remember that I felt like I could conquer the world with him by my side, and I went against all the world... but as all good things do, it ended....and that empowering feeling ended with it.
I guess Adrianapreta knows what's on my mind, or what's on my heart, or something like that.
I just turned 21 and I feel like I am getting too old for certain things.
But I am not too old for words. I like to string words together if for no other reason than because they sound pretty.
I am not too old for wine in paper cups and an unremembered night every once in a while. I am not too old to believe in 11:11 or peter pan and to be wowed by the glitter of stars. I am not too old to read books under my covers with a flashlight,
not too old to stare off into space and dream of the things yet to come.
I’m not too old to get out of here.
Next I am going to take off, write letters back home on paper napkins, make mistakes,
exchange a thousand awkward words with people I have never met, do things I have never done
on my own before.
I may fail miserably time after time…but even if I ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ █ up, I will never ever give up.
reblogged from bless-your-cotton-socks, edited then posted.
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