50 Shades of the Undesirable Lorilee

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San Diego | XVII | Blessed

Life is a song - sing it. Life is a game - play it. Life is a challenge - meet it. Life is a dream - realize it. Life is a sacrifice - offer it. Life is love - enjoy it.
Sai Baba

So there’s this project that teamed up with my school’s ROP program that allows students to do a paid internship next semester. The project would assign us to different hospitals to work in and get a feel of what the medical field is. Of course, I wanted this internship because this is an opportunity that wouldn’t be coming up very often.

I think I did well; I dressed well, all formal and business like. I said that I really wanted to be a part of the program because it would be a push for my career choice, and a good thing to show me what it’s like to work in a hospital. I also told them that I’m very punctual, and being on time is very crucial, especially in a profession workplace. They asked about my academics, and I’ve maintained a 3.0 since 7th grade. I told them that I want to be surgical tech and I want to attend college either in the LA or Bay Area. I thought I did well.

But I thought I did well.

It turns out that they wanted less motivated students who would greatly benefit from the program. But it doesn’t make sense. I had thought that they wanted the best of the best. But obviously not.

I wanted to cry because this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I didn’t get it.

This is something I really wanted but I didn’t quite get there.

They’re having more interviews but I’ve been placed on a waiting list. I don’t even know if they’ll even reconsider my application if thats how they’ll choose.

I find this complete and utter bullshit.

Ok.