Like a soldier in training

Training has started. It's been keeping me so busy every day.

Days seem to pass so fast these days, I can't believe it's already going to be my third week this coming Monday. Graduation feels so near yet so far away, I just hope that I'll make it out alive.

Every day we're just bombarded with a large load of information that we'd have to digest and remember, and preparations for exams should start as soon as we can, there's no time to slack off.

For now, I'm just trying to adapt and learn as fast as I can. It's interesting though. It's interesting how we're expected to do our best in our studies AND look good at the same time. So hair and make-up is not a choice, but more of a necessity for training.

Hair must be neat and tidy, make-up must be on point. Imagine what time we'd have to wake up every day just to keep up to the standards they've set for us.

Discipline is key.

The culture over there is different from anything I've ever experienced in my life. The level of discipline we must have is high. I've never seen myself being so disciplined before. So I guess their method worked on me.

Perhaps it's because I've never wanted anything as badly as I wanted this job. It's the longest hiring process I've ever experienced, and knowing that I made it this far made me even more afraid of losing it. Because truthfully, training is last obstacle and I can't screw this up.

I know that this journey isn't going to be an easy one, and it will only get harder as time passes by. Still, I hope that I will have the strength to go through it all and come out a stronger person than I was before.