Whenever I see a woman dressed in office attire, wearing stockings, a wonderful

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Looking for full-time work (8 hours/day)

at $1.36/hour ($240.00/month)

College Graduate - Bachelor of Science in Nursing

Last Active

December 1st, 2011 (4841 days ago)

Member Since

February 5th, 2011

Profile Description

Ever since I was a kid, I've always loved to pretend that I worked in an office, receiving calls, arranging documents and just being busy.
As young as I was, I knew my heart found peace around pens and papers and that with those two things in hand, I can live my life gleefully.
When my mom gave birth to me some twenty years ago, I fancy the idea I made in my mind that a nerdy soul got trapped inside my body. Evidence enough for that is that even before I learned to read, that nerdy soul already started to work its magic within me. At age 4, my most prized possession weren’t my dolls or any of my toys but the huge and colorful books Papa gave me.
The time when I finally learned to read and write was about the same time when I made friends with the writing fairy and the muse of creativity. I started to collect pocketbooks featuring Nancy Drew and the Wakefield Twins in Sweet Valley High. I wrote stories and poems in my journal which I kept to myself. In fifth grade, when I transferred to a public school, a writing opportunity opened up for me.
I was Associate Editor for our School Paper entitled The Twinkling Star. In every Schools Press Conference, I would represent our school, eventually our district, our division, and then our region in the Editorial Writing Category. All those years when I joined a competition, fate and blessings would always be by my side, making me win the first place every time. I took pride in all those years of my what-so-called “writing career” because it was such an achievement for me. Before, I would only write for myself, my ideas securely locked in my journal. Now, I am writing not only for myself, not only to represent my class or my school but as well as my region. Then came High School.
They say all good things come to an end. But I refuse to believe that. Good things never end, somehow, they just remain silent for quite some time to return one day bringing with them much more good things to be grateful about. I’ve tried so many times to gain entrance to our High School Student Publication but to my dismay, there were other students who were better writers than I am. That’s when the first pang of doubt struck me.
Way back I grade school, everybody said I was a talented writer and I had confidence with that belief. But could it be that under the surface bravado, I was really just one of those little girls in grade school who can’t have the same fate in High School? Tears stung my eyes with that painful thought. And so, I decided to stop writing and later on, found a new love as a Student Leader.
I concentrated in our Central Student Government where I was elected our year level’s representative for three consecutive years. Though I took a break from writing, another skill was being honed in me. Indeed, it is true that when a door closes, another opens. I had a great time feeling fulfilled as a student leader. Though the endless meetings and projects to be implemented gave me creases on my forehead at times, I took pleasure on the fact that my schoolmates knew who I was and respects me. What more could I ever ask for? Still, the duties and responsibilities I had in the Central Student Government didn’t keep me from forgetting my first love, named writing.
While I was busy attending meetings and thinking of projects for the benefit of my fellow students, our school publications adviser approached me and asked me to join as their new Associate Editor. Who was I to say no? It was what I was waiting for! I’d be able to pour my heart out on papers again! I was reunited with my first love and love is lovelier the second time around, so they say.
And indeed, it was! For the first time in my writing career, finally, I was able to win 5th place in Editorial Writing in the National Level. I was really so happy because out of all the 25 contestants from different regions, the judges thought I deserved to land on the fifth place.
Then, the deciding point of where my life should go: choosing a course for College.
I always wanted to take up Journalism. I was dreaming of landing a job in our National Newspaper as a renowned, fearless and smart writer. But my parents didn’t have the same dream. They wanted me to take up nursing. In a country where nursing is the number one course and therefore the number one ticket to landing a job abroad, my parents thought it was the best for me.
Being the obedient daughter that I was, I enrolled myself in a course I didn’t have a heart for. In college, I gained myself another set of skills. While I gradually learned to enjoy being a nursing student, my nerdy soul sort of took a nap for quite a long time and it was replaced with something known as the “techie soul”. I learned to love the newest technologies the world has to offer.
Like any ordinary teenage girls, I had my skills in computer. I was now knowledgeable in different operating systems like Windows2000, Windows XP, Windows Vista, Linux and working with office package like Microsoft Word, Microsoft Excel and Microsoft PowerPoint. My friends also seek my help when they need their pictures to be edited or they need some designing for their stuffs. One of the reasons why really enjoyed being a nursing student is the chance to deal with different characters and personalities. I had good communication skills and I used that to my advantage when working with my patients and the members of the healthcare team. I loved talking to patients because they give me realizations I can’t just learn anywhere else and more importantly, these people gave me the fulfillment of being appreciated doing a humble job like taking care of the sick.
For four years, I felt like I was indeed an angel in the sick room helping patients to be well. Nursing, after all, isn’t that bad. Though I’ve made up my mind that I want to be a nurse, that doesn’t mean I can forget writing just like that. For as long as I know the writing fairy and the muse of creativity are here on my side, I would never stop writing.
Writing and nursing may be two very opposite careers to be merged as one but like magnets, these two can strongly attract each other, giving rise to a profession I fondly call “Nurse Writer”. And I’d like to believe that given the chance, I’d be one. Yes, I will be Eunica Emano, RN, Writer. =)