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Went to a resume and cover letter workshop today. I must say, it was not what I expected. I encountered a man who works here for the sole purpose of getting us to succeed. And damn, he had the ability to get me off my ass in a few sentences. He explained to us that grad school and employers want people who have drive and a keen awareness of what they want. He made me realize that I need to find out exactly what it is I want to do with my education, and that once I do find out, I need to run like fuck and make the people who can propel me know it. Truth is, I don't really know what I want yet. Chemistry floats my boat, and the people who I've worked with in the department float it even more. Sheila Browne. One of the best women here. She is such an inspiration because she knows her stuff to the point that everyone respects her, but she's one of the most laidback people I've ever met. She knows what is important to her and she doesn't give a fuck what anyone else thinks. She'll make jokes about her dogs in orgo lab, do things that have nothing to do with that image I have in my head as to what a true, professional scientist should be like. But yet, there she is. The rock of the chem department, the one to whom everyone looks. The mother hen. She does it her way, and she succeeds.
And so can I. I'm going to pinpoint my passion. It will take some time, but I'll do it. And once I do, you better watch out, baby. I'm like a bullet once I get into something. For chrissake, look at LOTR. I not only found out everything about the production of that film (still findings things, actually), but I practically know the life stories of those hobbits, too. Hmm. I actually DO know their life stories... *ahem* Anyway what I'm trying to say is that I liked them, so I went and picked them apart. Found everything I could. Granted, liking a movie is not the same as creating a senoir thesis and graduate program of study, but it sure as hell makes me realize how far I'm willing to delve into something that excites me. It's always been this way, too. It started with the things that were tangible to me. Age 4: E.T. Age 7: Michael Jackson. Age 9: Power Rangers. Age 12 to 14: Fucking Foo Fighters. Man, I had a field day with them. I can still give out random facts about Taylor Hawkins, Dave Grohl, Nate Mendel and the 3 guitarists they had over the years. Still know their birthdays. Still silently celebrate them. :) And I started to get interested in things that would apply to me. EMT. The medical field. My sister still makes fun of me for attaching myself to things like I do. I admit, it could end up hurting me, if I let it. But a the same time, I LET the letdowns hurt me. I didn't have the rationale and idea of self-preservation when I was younger. I am steadily realizing that there is nothing I can't take on by myself. Granted, I would love to have a person who I could lean on when I get tired, someone who understands me. But in order to undersand me, that person would have to be a bullet, too. I'd need a guy with whom I will be better off, and that means he will have to be my catalyst, and I his, not someone who will slow me down. It will happen someday.
Anyway, fuck! I'm off-topic. The resume workshop. It was great. I'll find my passion in the chemistry field. I'll do research with Shiela Browne. I'll walk around and talk to people and butt in and be a pain in the ass. I'll absorb all I can from them; I'll pick them apart like I picked the hobbits apart. I'll find their little treasures and use them to help me along. I will get to where I want to go, wherever that is. All I need to do now is carefully and honestly think about what's important to me, what my passion really is. I don't know yet, and I sure as hell am not going to jump into a career that's not right. I'll find it sooner than later.
Oh, and by the way, that hobbit obsession did me good. Thanks to Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan's music recomendations, which I obsessively found online (heh heh), I've discovered the coolest music ever: electronica. Heeeeell yeah. Maybe it will float my boat... here I go again.
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--This entry was supposed to be private, but I forgot to select that cause I'm an ass. But people have already read it, so oh well. :) It's seriosouly a venter, so I apologize if I offend/freak out anyone. I like to empty my brain once in a while.
And so can I. I'm going to pinpoint my passion. It will take some time, but I'll do it. And once I do, you better watch out, baby. I'm like a bullet once I get into something. For chrissake, look at LOTR. I not only found out everything about the production of that film (still findings things, actually), but I practically know the life stories of those hobbits, too. Hmm. I actually DO know their life stories... *ahem* Anyway what I'm trying to say is that I liked them, so I went and picked them apart. Found everything I could. Granted, liking a movie is not the same as creating a senoir thesis and graduate program of study, but it sure as hell makes me realize how far I'm willing to delve into something that excites me. It's always been this way, too. It started with the things that were tangible to me. Age 4: E.T. Age 7: Michael Jackson. Age 9: Power Rangers. Age 12 to 14: Fucking Foo Fighters. Man, I had a field day with them. I can still give out random facts about Taylor Hawkins, Dave Grohl, Nate Mendel and the 3 guitarists they had over the years. Still know their birthdays. Still silently celebrate them. :) And I started to get interested in things that would apply to me. EMT. The medical field. My sister still makes fun of me for attaching myself to things like I do. I admit, it could end up hurting me, if I let it. But a the same time, I LET the letdowns hurt me. I didn't have the rationale and idea of self-preservation when I was younger. I am steadily realizing that there is nothing I can't take on by myself. Granted, I would love to have a person who I could lean on when I get tired, someone who understands me. But in order to undersand me, that person would have to be a bullet, too. I'd need a guy with whom I will be better off, and that means he will have to be my catalyst, and I his, not someone who will slow me down. It will happen someday.
Anyway, fuck! I'm off-topic. The resume workshop. It was great. I'll find my passion in the chemistry field. I'll do research with Shiela Browne. I'll walk around and talk to people and butt in and be a pain in the ass. I'll absorb all I can from them; I'll pick them apart like I picked the hobbits apart. I'll find their little treasures and use them to help me along. I will get to where I want to go, wherever that is. All I need to do now is carefully and honestly think about what's important to me, what my passion really is. I don't know yet, and I sure as hell am not going to jump into a career that's not right. I'll find it sooner than later.
Oh, and by the way, that hobbit obsession did me good. Thanks to Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan's music recomendations, which I obsessively found online (heh heh), I've discovered the coolest music ever: electronica. Heeeeell yeah. Maybe it will float my boat... here I go again.
-----EDIT------
--This entry was supposed to be private, but I forgot to select that cause I'm an ass. But people have already read it, so oh well. :) It's seriosouly a venter, so I apologize if I offend/freak out anyone. I like to empty my brain once in a while.