Today was my last day of class and I am so incredibly proud of myself. This is the second health sciences program I’ve completed and the second degree I’ve earned. And despite all the nonsense I had to deal with while going through it, I finished it.
In all honesty, I didn’t feel as accomplished when I became a radiographer. I feel as though I just wasn’t happy at that point in my life. I didn’t feel like I was the best x-ray tech I could be, and I was in a horrible relationship that brought me further down every day.
But this time, everything feels so much more complete. I feel as though I’ve accomplished so much more and I’m actually happy. I’m happy with the way I work, I’m happy with the skills I’ve learned, and I’m happy with my amazing relationship.
I know I have confidence issues—I always have. The things people say about me or think about me really make an impact on the way I feel about myself and that’s something that I’ve been working on. But finishing this program has made me realize that all those people that doubted me—their opinions were worthless because I’ve already accomplished far more than they have. I really need to start giving myself more credit. And from now on, I will.
I take my board examination on the 8th :)
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So this has been bothering me since, well, I don’t know how long ago exactly. I met this guy through mutual friends years ago. He seemed pretty cool and we never really hung out, but he just happened to be around whenever I went to a friend’s house. After that I never really saw him anymore.
Well he makes his way back into my life and he still seems like a pretty interesting guy. He wants to hang out one day and suddenly, a friend of mine blows up my phone. She tells me a million reasons why I shouldn’t hang out with him, the main reason being that he would get me fucked up and take advantage of me.
I ended up taking my friend’s advice and kinda cut ties with the guy. I feel bad about it, I guess which is partly why I’m writing this.
Later down the line, I find out that she’s been sleeping with him from time to time—this guy who happens to be such a shitty human being.
Now, I don’t really know what to think of this whole situation, but the main part of it that bothers me is that he will most likely never know why we stopped talking. The friend who warned me about him also stopped talking to me. And honestly, I’m not looking to reconnect with those people because of the weird drama that would surely follow, but I feel like he deserved some sort of explanation.
Either way, I feel like I was still somehow taken advantage of—but by my friend. I feel like she twisted things to work out in her favor and god knows what the guy believes to be the truth.
I just wanted to get that off my chest.
Why are people horrible? There are already people in my class ready to treat future students like shit once they become certified radiation therapists and find a job. Why—just why? Because YOU were treated like crap when you were a student? That just doesn’t make the least bit of sense to me.
I know how terrible it feels to be a student and be hated and paired with people unwilling to teach you. I nearly quit x-ray because of it. It is honestly one of the worst feelings needing something from someone as important as your education, and having them keep it to themselves just because they don’t like you.
I hear about therapists that automatically say, “I don’t like students” without even giving them a chance and it honestly sickens me. Of course I’m not going to do well if I was never properly taught.
I could write a fucking novel on this subject. I just know that if I ever get the opportunity to have a student learn from me, I will treat them like fucking gold and make them the best therapist/radiographer/whatever to my ability. It is so fucked up to rob people of their learning experiences.
This girl in my class must be the inspiration for the sad blob from those Zoloft commercials. Just with malicious intentions. I hope she finds peace of mind at some point or another. But until then she can suck my cock.