Far too complex with a tinge of cynicism; there are few folks that truly know me. I'm much too sensitive, don't cross my path and expect us to part ways with ease; my capability to let go is as bad as my eyesight. If I step out of my hovel to commune with you, consider it a huge compliment, and if I don't you probably don't have a sense of humour. Foolishly, I worry incessantly about my outer shell; humankind is becoming far too judgemental and without my hairbrush and eyeliner, I fear I'll be sent to some flea pit.
Right now, I'm living for the weekend. Come Friday night, you'll more than likely find me dancing in my stilettos with a Baileys in hand; three hours later, grabbing innocent members of the public by the collar and convincing them to invest in a Dyson Vacuum Cleaner.
Without sounding too flamboyant, I suppose you could say I'm putting a handful of braincells to good use Monday to Friday. Studying hardcore subjects at the wondrous Winstanley College, second home to my fabulous yet slightly unhinged clan.
There's nothing else I want or need within my life these days (though a flawless complexion wouldn't go a miss), everything's just dandy.
After several years of debating within my own mind whether or not the job of a healthcare professional was the right role for me, I decided to take advantage of the two week work placement offered to all students in their final year of high school and arranged to spend it shadowing a remarkable Cardiologist, Dr. Arya at the Royal Albert Edward Infirmary. Before applying for the placement, I had no specific interest in cardiology itself, but rather the notion of being a doctor. From a young age, I had always felt attracted to the idea of having a fabulous, well respected career when I grew ...
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