Ending in Good Terms

Dear SueShine,

I have always had a habit of ruining the memories of any experience. I remember a film industry professional said that it was ashame that the very last day of his/her work experience to deal with such a mess due to miscommunication because that would be the only thing you remember. It's true.

High School: I completely applied myself during the junior years (participating in various clubs such as basketball, badminton, homework, Aim High- a group which promotes the change of attitude to positive). Then middle years, I got involved in clubs outside of school. Senior years was when I lost energy, one reason was my health completely fell - attendance was 50%!!! Most importantly, I stopped applying myself and that's all I can remember when I look back.

College: first year, I trumped over everyone because I was just enthusiastic without really trying. And I got a Distinctive Award!!! My first award. The last year, I cut corners, taking as much shortcuts so my quality of work just slide.
[NOTE: do not take too many shortcuts. It is definitely noticeable when you cut so many corners of a square that it turns into a circle.]

University: report writing was just scary so junior year did not reflect my best work. But I improved; by the time I was in my penultimate year, my grades were hitting a first, and I had 3 jobs. Then the last year came and I had a massive fall out with a friend, grades were a good pass and that was it.

Everlasting Part Time Job: first time I left, I had a card and a dinner. This time round. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just avoid the store as if I never worked there. It's so sad.

Film Training: I was completely stunned. I knew nothing about Film and Media, plus I'm more commercial because at the end of the day, it's a business therefore a profit needs to be made for sustainability. Obviously you can argue about this point. The last 4 months of the training was just not good - fall out with the co-ordinator, they were constantly being in my face about props which were not in normal conditions and not returned even though I notified in writing to relevant personnel regarding the delay of the return plus I had a bereavement (apparently didn't matter and co-ordinator forgot). The very last meeting, it turns out that the co-ordinator didn't actually know what to do with me since I was specialised. I appreciate in owning up to it but it's a bit late, you really should have said at or near the beginning and both of us could've came up with a game plan. Now, I just avoid that place because again, they don't know what to do with me. Another reason is that the co-ordinator spelt my name wrong twice, once can be a typo but the second time...really?

Now, at the cinema. It ended on a good note. The rubbish memories seem to be blurry so all I really have are good and hilarious memories! And I think it's because I got on with things, no matter how bad the responsibility was I would made it fun e.g. people hated rubbish duty but Miss P.A. and I went mental and then everyone else started to want to be on rubbish duty. As well as this, a lot of people didn't believe my true age because "I enjoyed life and light hearted", my behaviour changed because of the people and Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome - things were not as bad as it seems.

5 days left. Almost packed. I promise to enjoy my time away and make the most of everything. I am aware it's going to be difficult to adjust but I will try. "You have not tried unless you put everything into it in order to get it done or complete".

Make the most, be proud of what you are and going to achieve.