I have to admit. Sometimes, when I think of people who chose more lucrative professions, the big green monster of envy rears its ugly head. Choosing a career based on idealism and the whole "making the world a better place" is all well and good. But when I think of Kate Spade bags, Tiffany's, Ugg boots, Mercedes and a house in Hawai'i... well.. you get the picture. So, I should be planning to go back to school for something that pays more like nursing or accounting. But instead, here I am procrastinating an essay to get me to a school for social work. More idealism. Less of a paycheck. I hope I get a big "Thank You" card from the world for this sacrifice.
Okay, Faye shallow moment is done.
15 January 2009
10 January 2009
birthdays..
another day, another year
What makes a birthday special? Is it the company you keep? Is it the things you do? Is it where you go?
How can you plan this special day so that you can think of it as one of the best days of the year? .. so that the next day you don't feel like maybe there's something you could have done differently that would make you feel like... "hell yea! it was my BIRTHDAY!"
But then again, maybe it is that thought process which creates the problem. The thought that birthdays much be special. That birthdays are days apart from the other 364.
I really wanted it to be. Yesterday was my special day. It was my boyfriend's last day with me, so we spend the morning lazing about and the afternoon at the mall, basically spending as much time together as we could. In the evening, 21 wonderful friends & family joined me for dinner at a French diner. It was great. It was a lot of fun.
And so of course, the next day feels sub par in comparison.
Then again, it may just be because I miss my other half. =(
Two years in a row, my birthday is marred by a goodbye. =T We need to find a way to fix this...
What makes a birthday special? Is it the company you keep? Is it the things you do? Is it where you go?
How can you plan this special day so that you can think of it as one of the best days of the year? .. so that the next day you don't feel like maybe there's something you could have done differently that would make you feel like... "hell yea! it was my BIRTHDAY!"
But then again, maybe it is that thought process which creates the problem. The thought that birthdays much be special. That birthdays are days apart from the other 364.
I really wanted it to be. Yesterday was my special day. It was my boyfriend's last day with me, so we spend the morning lazing about and the afternoon at the mall, basically spending as much time together as we could. In the evening, 21 wonderful friends & family joined me for dinner at a French diner. It was great. It was a lot of fun.
And so of course, the next day feels sub par in comparison.
Then again, it may just be because I miss my other half. =(
Two years in a row, my birthday is marred by a goodbye. =T We need to find a way to fix this...
26 December 2008
Why do I want to be a social worker?
This seems like the simplest question to ask. Especially since this is what I've decided to do my masters in. So why is it that when I sit in front of Microsoft Word, trying to answer this important question, my mind blanks and I can't put anything down!!!
So why do I really want to be a social worker? Well, I think of it this way: everyone has their passion, the thing in life that drives them to be and feel like their life has meaning. It is not necessarily one thing. But everyone has that something. Musicians are driven by music whether it be a love for playing the violin, composing a song or conducting a 100 piece orchestra. They devote time and energy in their craft. They work not only to improve their execution, usually through practice and research of different methods, but also to improve the craft itself by trying new ways of doing things. Like Vanessa-Mae who uses a traditional classical instrument, a violin, to play rock music. Or Linkin Park who combines rap, rock and metal. My passion happens to be helping people. Though I enjoy many other ventures, including music, none of them hold the same reward for me as knowing that I am making a difference in someone else's life. If someone needs something and it's within my capacity, I will do it.
Blah, that's not really a good intro to start an essay. I need to think of more specific things. but my mind is so jumbled up.
Then, why social work and not other kinds of helping professions? I have tried another helping profession: teaching. And honestly, I don't want to stay in teaching anymore. Four years working in preschool and even the most patient person in the world will be up to their limit. Unless it's their calling or their hearts desire, you can only stay long in this field. Don't get me wrong, I love being with the little ones. I enjoy their fresh views on life, their easy smiles, warm and loving personalities. I mostly like knowing that I'm helping not only them, but someone.. their parents to take care and help teach values and basic skills. That pretty much sums up the only things I like to teach. I like teaching them how to help themselves whether it's how they wash hands, how to ask if you can play with a friend, how to give a hug when you hurt someone. I also like singing along with them and reading stories, especially if they are paying attention and answer questions. But that's only a small part of "teaching".
So if not teaching, what other helping profession is there? There's nursing. But I think I've decided a long time ago not to be that... merely because every other Filipina is a nurse! Too late to be a doctor. So, it seems social work it is. After all, the career span can be as broad as I'd like it to be. I know I like working with children and families, yet at the same time I also would like to work in an international capacity, maybe with immigrants. This field can allow for both. I guess we shall see where this leads.
So why do I really want to be a social worker? Well, I think of it this way: everyone has their passion, the thing in life that drives them to be and feel like their life has meaning. It is not necessarily one thing. But everyone has that something. Musicians are driven by music whether it be a love for playing the violin, composing a song or conducting a 100 piece orchestra. They devote time and energy in their craft. They work not only to improve their execution, usually through practice and research of different methods, but also to improve the craft itself by trying new ways of doing things. Like Vanessa-Mae who uses a traditional classical instrument, a violin, to play rock music. Or Linkin Park who combines rap, rock and metal. My passion happens to be helping people. Though I enjoy many other ventures, including music, none of them hold the same reward for me as knowing that I am making a difference in someone else's life. If someone needs something and it's within my capacity, I will do it.
Blah, that's not really a good intro to start an essay. I need to think of more specific things. but my mind is so jumbled up.
Then, why social work and not other kinds of helping professions? I have tried another helping profession: teaching. And honestly, I don't want to stay in teaching anymore. Four years working in preschool and even the most patient person in the world will be up to their limit. Unless it's their calling or their hearts desire, you can only stay long in this field. Don't get me wrong, I love being with the little ones. I enjoy their fresh views on life, their easy smiles, warm and loving personalities. I mostly like knowing that I'm helping not only them, but someone.. their parents to take care and help teach values and basic skills. That pretty much sums up the only things I like to teach. I like teaching them how to help themselves whether it's how they wash hands, how to ask if you can play with a friend, how to give a hug when you hurt someone. I also like singing along with them and reading stories, especially if they are paying attention and answer questions. But that's only a small part of "teaching".
So if not teaching, what other helping profession is there? There's nursing. But I think I've decided a long time ago not to be that... merely because every other Filipina is a nurse! Too late to be a doctor. So, it seems social work it is. After all, the career span can be as broad as I'd like it to be. I know I like working with children and families, yet at the same time I also would like to work in an international capacity, maybe with immigrants. This field can allow for both. I guess we shall see where this leads.
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