The Inner Monologue

I have been very busy with training so bad that all I am left to do after my shift is to go home and rest. The schedule itself is very stressful for the reason that I have to wake-up very early in the morning and when I mean very early it is VERY EARLY. I can’t afford to be late because I do not want to make an impression to my coach/es and my fellow trainees that I am not serious about work.

The first week of training was really a magical moment not just for me but for most of my co-trainees especially for the CC Virgins. I can still recall the first day of training, I was late because I forgot where my designated room is. Good thing, Meg, our VA Coach was really really nice all through-out the VA process. She is really humble and has a really BIG heart. She would like tell stories that would inspire us and say constructive criticism that really helps. In the middle of the class we would like play games that will help build trust and will help us work as a team. We were like the happiest class in the entire building. But it wasn’t all about laughter and cheer. We should have a minimum score of a six out of a perfect ten. But eventhough the passing score is six we should aim for our ’supposedly score’ on our Day 4 practice. I should have a grade higher than six even higher than seven that is what my coach told me. When the Day 5 of the VA came, the dreadful VA Assessment took place where various VA Coaches would like have this simulation on how far you have learned on the whole five day class. The class were divided into three different assessors. All of us were very supportive of each other and exchange our very sincere goodlucks. Just before the assessment started we all gathered around in a circle and prayed. It was in alphabetical order and I was first on the list. And they would take us to different cubicles. I cannot even remember how or what I did on my assessment. I just did what I needed to do.

After the assessment. We had our lunch together in the pantry including Meg. We had a little surprise for Meggy because all of us created a little note for her. It was the first time that I saw also the whole class did that she was sad. And then, the bad news came in. Out of the 22, 6 have to redirected. We were all sad. Meg almost cried but she was trying not to. Maybe because she wants to set an example that we should be strong and we should be ready for whatever it is that happened or what else could happened.

We were like 22 in our class, very diverse and has A LOT of stories to tell. I never imagined my first day would be really like my first day in school. I created new circle of friends. I miss someone (I won’t mention her name) because just before the assessment, we were studying and doing the role plays together. And I don’t know what happened to her and she did not made into cut. If I can only give some of my grades to her, I would. I really feel bad for her.

And now, the class have been divided into two.

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