Taking a Chance on Me...
It has been a few years since I came to Canada, and I have been amazed at how different I have become.
Given, I wasn't a bad student when I was back home, but I wasn't the best either. I will say I was slightly above average, but nothing spectacular. And I'm pretty sure you would have found a few teachers who would have said "she can try harder", or "she's not applying herself".
But things have...changed.
I now work my behind off for my grades, and it won't satisfy me till I know I got the best grade I could have gotten. I will review all exams and assignments during my professor's office hours even if the score was as perfect as could be. In fact, I've had a couple of exams where I scored higher than perfect because the professor felt I deserved some "bonus" points.
I think it was because I found something I enjoyed. I actually enjoyed the subject material and I enjoyed the way things are structured.
I enjoyed that I could ask as many questions as I wanted, I enjoyed that I could experiment with my own hands, I enjoyed that I could discuss "taboo" subjects without fear of prosecution, and I enjoyed learning that it was okay to share your accomplishments without being labelled a "boaster".
Am I the brightest crayon in the box? No...
Am I the most talented? No...
But I am hardworking and I don't give up easily. And if there's one thing I learned in Canada, it's that it's ok to speak of your strengths and weaknesses.
In fact, my supervisor in university said one of things that helped me land a job was because I could acknowledge my weakness to my supervisor-to-be.
I've also learned that it's ok to aim far, but you should be prepared to work for it.
Does anyone owe you a living? No.
But someone might just take a chance on you if you work hard, just like they took a chance on me.