My Dream Job

I have thought about my dream job since I was five. The more I grew and progressed in my life, I have had epiphanies about the realism in this world. But I have not stopped dreaming. My dream job would to be a pediatrician. I enjoy being around children, even at a young age! I believe that you have to have the passion and the determination to become something in order to succeed in something, anything. When you visit a hospital you wonder why certain people are in the field that they are in. Especially with sourly personalities, or don't give a care in the world. Is it because of the desensitization? I hope not. I know many people that work in the medical field who enjoy their job and those are the ones that I feel comfortable conversing and sharing my personal ailments with.

I've planned my future out numerous times I've lost count over the years. At the moment, I want to start and finish my registered nursing degree at university. Next then I would specialize in pediatrics therefore furthing my chances in succeeding in my doctorate degree in pediatrics in order to become a pediatrician. A children's doctor needs to be, I believe, able to strong enough to not undergo the desensitization and be friendly to children and converse with them at their level. Not only that but a pediatrician MUST be able to include the children in the conversations with the parents even if it is just a simple question. A question such as, "Does it really hurt there Patricia? Show your mommy where it hurts." Simple things like that set the child at ease. There are many topics I would love to indulge in, but there are the down side to ever job. Seeing the children suffer in pain when they should be outside playing or playing with the household pet is something I would never want to see. But this is the motivation that drives the passion, the determination inside of my heart to strive to become that someone that will make that child smile and play and have a normal childhood free of ailments.

Creative Pursuits

Built Upon Another

It seems just like yesterday
when I was full of contentment and love.
A utopia has been destroyed.
Destroyed...
Crumbling to the ground
His breath against my chest
The last sputters of air as he whispers
I love you Madelyne
It was a spoonful of delight that day when he knelt on one knee.
Tears stream from my eyes.
I love you too

The forever intoxicating scent of my significant other
Still lingers in our home.
The course of sorrow begins
As I step into a broken utopia
Where are you?
Why do I feel your presence
When you are no longer here
Why do your arms envelope me
I turn
Disappointment
Your not there

Yet again tears stream from me
The skies blacken
Perfect
It matches my mood
It feels so natural
As my world rains on this broken utopia
As the rain subsides
A knot of hate grows within my stomach

Thunder and lightning dance in the skies
You have abandoned me
Went back on your promises of love
Your promises of tomorrow
What am I to do?
A loss of a life
Only to gain a life

I curl upon our haven
Reminiscing of the days
Readying myself to move on
From our happy, happy days
Full of love and laughter
Which seems to elude me
I glance upon myself
Creases form upon my brow

The scales of life have been weighed
Our baby is now the stars
One day he will be another's sun
Like you were to me

He runs away
As the years go by
In the yard with our loyal pet
We'll see each other again love
But when we do
Please darling
Please don't say,
I told you so

Tears In Heaven - Eric Clapton

"Tears In Heaven" is a remarkable song that many have shed tears over. Even the writer himself shed tears over his amazing work. It was written after the death of his son, Conor Clapton on March 20Th 1991. Conor Clapton had fallen from a 53rd story window. For nine months, Clapton had concentrated on "...coming to terms with his loss rather than on performing." "Tears in Heaven" was created for the 1991 movie called Rush, and has won a Grammy Award in 1993, and won the award for Best Pop Vocal Performance Male Category, and Song of the Year. This song was included in the his "Unplugged" album that was released in 1992. The album had another song "The Circus Left Town" which was also wrote due to the loss of Connor Clapton. Most songs written do not have a certain reason or have been part of any emotional process, unlike Eric Clapton's "Tears In Heaven" for his dear son Connor Clapton.

Sythesis Paragraph - My Sister's Keeper

In "Not Waving But Drowning" by Stevie Smith, "Nobody heard him....[he] was much further out than you thought.." is what comes to mind when dealing with the character Jesse Fitzgerald in "My Sister's Keeper" by Jodi Picoult. Jesse Fitzgerald is the oldest out of the three Fitzgerald children and claims to be "..the lost cause..." His family is forever revolved around his younger sister, Kate, who was diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia since she was two. Due to Kate's condition ever changing, Jesse is neglected and put aside numerous times. There was a time Kate had had a nosebleed and his parents had said, "Now is not a good time." to him when he had an orthodontist appointment and was in need of new cleats in order to go to soccer try-outs the next day at school. At this point in the book, it seems, "...he always loved larking [and] now he's dead...". Brian and Sara Fitzgerald, the parents, should of made more of an effort to aid Jesse in his childhood and being there for him rather than let "...his heart [give] way...". In his adolescence, he goes through the rebellion stage and moves out into the garage attic and never comes into the house until dinner time. He "...was much too far out all [his] life...", and that's the way he liked it at that point in time. He loved the fact that in order to get to his room, you "...had to leave the house.". One could say that Jesse was "...not [only] waving but drowning." in anger and emotions he could not explain. There's a point in the novel where Sara, his mother, asks him if he's involved with drugs and he replies something along the lines of, "Yeah, mom, I shoot it up three times a week on the third floor of the hospital." When he was merely donating his blood so that Kate would have enough blood for all her surgeries and what not. Both parents should love all their children. Since Kate was diagnosed, Sara has been what one could call obsessive about her, instead of loving Jesse and Kate. She later comes up with an idea to conceive an identical genetic match for Kate in order to save her. Anna is the youngest of the Fitzgeralds, and displays more of a connection to Jesse than anyone else. It is due to the fact that Sara only pays attention to Anna because of her genetic match to Kate. And to take out his rage, he becomes an arsonist, studying ways to burn buildings more efficiently, illegally making moonshine, an alcoholic beverage illegal in North America in general, and many other things. For the most part, Jesse is an arsonist, and ironically, his father, Brian is a firefighter fighting all of the fires Jesse has begun. In a sense, this is situation where the parent is fighting what the child has begun. The parent taking on the responsibility of the child. But unfortunately, Brian and Sara have never done this with Jesse; they appear to be ever ashamed of Jesse and his rebellious behaviour instead of reading and comprehending the signs of him calling out for help. Even though he is almost a grown man, he is a little boy crying out for help and nurture from his parents, Sara and Brian who have neglected him.

The Lottery & The Perils of Indifference

Life, as we know it, is full of unexpected circumstances where, we as humans, question our own humanity and our conscience. In the short story " The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson, and the speech done by Elie Wiesel "Perils of Indifference", the topic of uncivilized behaviour comes into question.



"It is so much easier to avoid such rude interruptions to our work, our dreams, our hopes. It is, after all, awkward, troublesome, to be involved in another person's pain and despair." is an extraordinary quote I would like to indulge in. A family of five consisting of a father, a mother, two daughters, and a son lived a happy life together in a small city. They, however had many challenges such as their homing status and barely being able to feed themselves. Fortunately enough, their own community ,which they have lived in for many years, found it in their hearts to come to their aid. They came together to give them a gift that the family "...will never be able to [repay]...". The "Final Solution" drawn up by Hitler was enacted in the year 1933. Many Jewish citizens suffered, starved, and were beaten in the concentration camps. Not only were they horrendously tortured, but some were experimented on. Hitler wanted power over the world. He was seduced into indifference by his own greed. Having heard the description of "...the black gates of Auschwitz, the most tragic of all prisoners were the "Muselmanner"...[the prisoners] wrapped in their torn blankets, they would sit or lie on the ground...They felt nothing. They were dead and did not know it." has forever put horror into my heart of what "civilized" people are capable of. As the speaker of "The Perils of Indifference" has mention, "..our only miserable consolation was that we believed that Auschwitz and Treblinka were closely guarded secrets ...[the leaders of the free world] would have moved heaven and earth to intervene."



Has man ever acted upon something just for the sake of doing so? "The Lottery" portrays this philosophy in a mere story that had outrages many people who read "The New Yorker Magazine" in 1948. Ponder about how many years it has been since you first moved into your home. Think about the neighbours you have befriended over the years. And also, now think about how one of those friends being selected by your community to be stoned to death. Would you take part? Your mayor would then say '"All right, folks[.] Let's finish quickly." . There is no reason for death, nor for the reason to have a lottery for death. In the short story, " [although] the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones.". Does this not depict how violent man is and always will be? The one who was chosen was Tessie Hutchinson. She had many relations in the village, as well as her family. Yet it was her own children to throw the first stones that, we infere, lead to her demise.



There certain circumstances where I could act inhuman. In cases such as the murder of my family. Would that not bring forth hatred and heart wrenching ache to you as it would me? I would act as inhuman as you would. Having the overwhelming need to cause the murderer absolute sorrow and unforgettable agony is a sensation we thrive on until the act has been played out. That is a unquestionable reason for a civilized individual to act in such a way. But as in "The Lottery" and the Holocaust, acting upon absolute nothingness, and racism is a thing that can be put aside in order to live a life without the fear of cause and effect.

Top 3 Most Awkward Moments Working At Wal*Mart!

Have you ever wondered what awkward moments cashiers at Wal*Mart have to endure? I was blessed with many different scenarios that I had to strive through. Three events have made it to the top three awkward that I have experienced due to the embarrassment, the events that have followed and the reactions I get whenever I retell the story. From the weird, the awkward and even the flattering, the events never cease to amaze me.

The first situation that I must enlighten you with is the time that a man decided to flatter me with a preposition I some what could not refuse. I was sixteen at the time when this man (we will call him Joe) came through my till. All the lines at Wal*Mart were long and it was excruciatingly warm outside and inside of the building. He mentioned that he was thirty-four and his work and such. Joe was very kind and at the end of the transaction he wanted to know if I would like to date him. At that moment in time, I felt as though someone just turned up the thermostat, and I began to feel the heat rushing to my face. I politely and quietly replied that I was a mere sixteen years of age and already had a significant other. His face went blank and I suddenly felt sorry for Joe. He took the rejection well and politely said, "Thank you, have a nice day,'' and then left. I replied the same and after he left, I let out a heavy sigh. Some people didn't take rejection very well, especially when they feel like a pedophile.

In Penticton, we live in a senior set community (if you have not noticed when you go out for a walk and an old truck almost hits you). Many of them happen to come through Wal*Mart on a daily basis. I have had a few conversations with a few of them and they are alright to converse with. But there is this one time I wished the gentleman did check his hearing aid. I politely asked him how was his day and if he found everything. You'd think he heard me, but no he did not and so I repeated myself louder. He smiled, answered politely and added, "No need to raise your voice dear I can hear just fine." "O.K. then..." I thought to myself. He notices my name tag and says, " Le-ho...what a lovely name! What nationality is it?" "It's Lewah." "Beg your pardon?" "Leewaah," I pronounciate. "Oh! What country is it from?" he exclaimed. I sighed and replied, "My name is pronounced Leewaah, and it is from Viet Nam." "Oh that is a very unique and beautiful name Lehoe." I just gave up and finished the transaction. The next customer greets me with, "Good evening Lehoe. How are you doing?" For some odd reason everyone called me that all throughout my whole work shift. And since then many a senior have insisted on calling me Lehoe, instead of Lehoa (Leewah).

I'd like to enlighten you on one more event that has taken a toll on my teenaged years. It was about a couple weeks before Christmas. Everyone was emotionally strung and you could hear children screaming and crying their eyes out. Everyone just wanted to go home. I heard them coming from a good two hundred feet away. A nice looking couple all of a sudden broke out in a heated arguement while walking throughout the whole entire store oblivious to all the bystanders gawking at them. By the time they ended up at the end of my till, silence had filled the gaps between them. "Hello, how's it going?" I asked with a cheery tone. Silence filled the gap. "Um, did you find everything O.K?" Silence once again. The husband began to place the products rather violently on the conveyer belt. Once I turned to ring another product through, a box projected towards me. I caught it before it hit the ground and glanced at the box. Playtex Tampons. His wife gave me an sympathetic glance, and she mentioned it to her husband. And unfortunately that set him off and there they were at it again. Screaming and yelling at each other ready to strangle eachother. They paid and left without saying a word to me. The lady after them was commenting on how she thought the husband needed the tampons more than the wife actually. "Talk about PMS eh?"

Power of My Choice

Of all the superpowers I have ever heard of, I have considered having psychic abilities. Having these abilities would allow one to do numerous things. Things like levitation, or reading other peoples minds are things that interest me the most about this ability. Not only just for sheer joy of having a superpower, but with being able to read minds, one could help others that have been greatly affected by traumatic events. Let's just say there is a person named Bob, and he endured losing his loved ones. It would benefit to be able to peer into his mind and be able to communicate with them on a different level and be able to establish trust. Being able to move heavy objects with one's mind would relieve the strain on the back. Not only that but being able to preserve the flooring to a better quality. And with this one must think about the relief of the finiancial strain. Hm. Anyone up for a trip to Honolulu?