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Born in Sg, survived seven years of IJ, escaped to canada for the miraculous rebirth.. likes to say she found self there, But well when can we reach self actualization? now a waterloo student. 110% horse mad, was practically born on the back of a horse ( or rather wishes she was) horses are my favourite thing.

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Saturday, January 11, 2014
Stay same love brave roar royals 2013

So 2013 has come and gone. Yeah I know its cheesy to do these, but fuck I have to. I forgot what its like to feel me. I miss feeling like myself, just feeling like I can be me, do me. Do what I want.

The later part of 2013 was hard, one of the hardest things I have done. But before that, let me go through the whole year.

The first semester was great. I was in school, I worked with grade 2s and 3s. It wasn't too hard, I mean hey I have cute little kids. Its not too challenging and fun. I got to plan a social skills program and had an excellent relationship with co-workers and supervisors. It was awesome. I had balance and order and 9-3 hours, there was some sanity in thIis. I could do my salsa, and get my homework done. f

The second semester, four days at a girls group/ treatment centre.  Yeah my sktin got thickened, I had to put up with being cussed at, yelled at. But I learned the fundamental lesson, keep kids safe no matter what. You are there for the kids. Work your hardest, put in everything, . be strong. But of course, I will never forget theye week camping with my girls, I was able to show off my skills, be at my best, show my strengths.  At the same time, bond with the girls and really see them in this new light, with so many strengths.

Third placeme
HARDEST THING EVER
I had to really balance school and being amazing at . Looking back now, I don't think I really fit my placement very well. I tried my best to do as much las I could within the constraint. But, maybe I  didn't open up enough, didn't talk enough, but I felt I couldnt really be fully relaxed or myself. Like I was stretched too thin. As a result my work probably suffered. I didn't feel happy at all and some days just did not want to go to work at all.  Just felt so underappreciated and like I couldn't do what I really wanted . I want to the kind of therapist that really works with the kids, not just making plans, but having them really need me. Feeling wanted by them. I didn't get any of that there.  I was just so overstretched, and pressured and like I wasn't doing anything right. I knew that I didn't want to work there.