Stay strong, my love... |
The end of practicum is getting nearer and nearer, and I don't think I am ready to leave yet. Not just yet. There are parts of this period that disenchant me, but I still think it's a wonderful chance to be able to work as a counselor -- even only for 6 weeks. To be acknowledged as a member of a staff and to be acknowledged as a counselor feels so awesome for me.
Not everything in life will make you happy, and so is not everything in life will make you sad and sappy. Life is a balance occurrence. These few weeks working a routinized hour of 8 am to 5 pm was a pain for me at first, but just by having a recognition is enough to make me happy. It's awesome to be able to be part of the society, and not just be the receiver of education ie a student. I don't know, but I had always imagined myself working as a counselor (or a psychologist) ever since I was 14, and somehow being able to do that now (even for just a short period) suffice and able to make me feel satisfied. Somehow, I am content to what I have now. I am in a field in which I had long desired and had long dreamed of. Still striving to be a psychologist -- who knows, maybe one day I might be able to be like Dr Halimatun! But, reality check! I am still a student now, aren't I? So, maybe I should focus on this first before anything else.
Many has said that a student's life should be used wisely, and so I will use it wisely. Students should seek experience in many fields, not just by smothering ourselves with books. Without experience, the things that we learned in lectures are for vain.
Anyway, I'm clearly not making any sense at all with this post, but then again, I just needed to type anyway. I need to think of what to write (type) from now on, or at least need to rethink about all this blogging stuff again. Hm.
Not everything in life will make you happy, and so is not everything in life will make you sad and sappy. Life is a balance occurrence. These few weeks working a routinized hour of 8 am to 5 pm was a pain for me at first, but just by having a recognition is enough to make me happy. It's awesome to be able to be part of the society, and not just be the receiver of education ie a student. I don't know, but I had always imagined myself working as a counselor (or a psychologist) ever since I was 14, and somehow being able to do that now (even for just a short period) suffice and able to make me feel satisfied. Somehow, I am content to what I have now. I am in a field in which I had long desired and had long dreamed of. Still striving to be a psychologist -- who knows, maybe one day I might be able to be like Dr Halimatun! But, reality check! I am still a student now, aren't I? So, maybe I should focus on this first before anything else.
Many has said that a student's life should be used wisely, and so I will use it wisely. Students should seek experience in many fields, not just by smothering ourselves with books. Without experience, the things that we learned in lectures are for vain.
Anyway, I'm clearly not making any sense at all with this post, but then again, I just needed to type anyway. I need to think of what to write (type) from now on, or at least need to rethink about all this blogging stuff again. Hm.
Stay focus. Stay coordinated. Stay positive. Stay strong.
Keep on believing.
Use time wisely. Because once it is gone, there's nothing you can do to take it back. But, unlike others who wishes to enjoy the majority of their time (and also, money) going shopping, karaoke-ing, or even just loitering endlessly without purposes, I really don't want to follow. Time, to me, is too precious to be wasted, but then again, with me saying that is like a huge irony in my part. Though my realization and awareness regarding the importance of time is huge (Si, muy importante!), I am not one who uses the time efficiently either. In fact, if I were to compare myself with others, I am no different. But that doesn't mean that I can't improve myself on the matter now, right? Wink.
Get back up,
up on your feet.
Don't give up,
never admit defeat!
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