Week’s Itinerary: Parasitology Exam 3 and Personal testimony
Hey guys! This will be a short post as far as what went on school-wise this week. I will also share a testimony of my past. I promise it’s not too random. But first, let me share with you how my week went:
Remember I said last week that the professors and administrators were so kind to allow our Class to postpone the Parasitology exam to Tuesday instead of Monday? Well, I wish I can give them each a huge hug after that challenging experience without being too creepy. If it wasn’t moved, I would have failed it without a doubt! There were a voluminous amount of parasites as usual, but I was struggling like with Epidemiology by keeping it ingrained in my mind. The disease names were ridiculously long too!! But I passed (B). Yes Lord!!
No news for Pharmacology yet. It has been over a week, and I am a little nervous but will not let that rattle me. (Later found out that I got the same grade as my Parasitology grade.)
Guess what!? That was it for the rest of the week!! Relaxation time, YES! After the lecture exam for Parasitology, I was invited by some classmates to go have dinner at Los Coyotes, paint nails, and watch a reality show that they like which was “Bad Girls Club”.
That was the only thing that evening that I am trying to deplete from my existence. It was honestly an hour of my life that was wasted 🙂 Still had fun guys!
During the night, we had a lot of intense discussions about life in general. One discussion that was directed towards me was how I needed to open up more and come out of my shell. Everything that they were encouraging me to do, I took to heart, and I had the opportunity to share my past with them for why I am so distant with people I meet for the first time.
I joined an organization called “The BULLY Project” where I shared my testimony on the site. ((http://www.thebullyproject.com/)) I would be more than happy to share it with you on my blog too:
I never thought I would have the guts to share my past experiences of once being bullied. I am now in my 20s having an incredible life, but the scar that bullying leaves with you is so powerful. If sharing my story helps just one person, my mission will have been accomplished.
My story begins in my elementary school years where most people would only have distant memories of playing in the dirt during recess or learning how to add and multiply. I, on the other hand, have detailed memories of rejection. My elementary school was surprisingly notorious for children having hickeys and experimenting sexual immoralities at such an early age. I just wanted to be a kid. Classmates would see me playing basketball and tackling boys in a football match during recess time and just enjoying life. Yes, I was proud of being called a Tom Boy.
One day during lunch at the cafeteria, I sat next to some girls and was asked a question, “Do you like boys?” Now remember, I am just a little girl (this was 3rd grade), so my immediate thought process was “Ewww gross! Cooties!” So, I responded with a simple “No.” Right after that day, I heard rumors of me being gay. That news left me distraught for months. I cried for many nights because I was accused of being something I was not. I had strange interactions with people after these rumors were spread. One time during recess, a photographer for our yearbook gathered me with some girls to take a picture of us. When we were about to take the picture, I just naturally put my hand on a girl’s shoulder and she screamed “I don’t hang with you people!” in front of the whole group. I was paralyzed for a second and then I just walked away because I did not know what to do.
I was never physically bullied, but I was mentally destroyed through gossip and hurtful words. For the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to want to end my life in order to get rid of the pain of rejection. The choice I made in the end is what kept me alive today, and that was trusting in the magnificent strength and power of Jesus Christ. He was and is my hero. I just began casually talking with Him and asking God to be my armor and protector, and He did just that. I began sharing His love with everyone I met, and people would start saying, “Naw, she’s just a Christian”, and the rumors and cold stares ceased because they finally knew my true identity, a child of God.
Well, there you go. I hope my testimony encourages those who have once been hurt by people in the past or are still going through rejection. You don’t have to feel so alone when people do not like you. Who cares what they think! You have a powerful King of kings who will always protect you and never leave your side.
We who are strong have an obligation to bear with the failings of the weak, and not to please ourselves. Let each of us please his neighbor for his good, to build him up.