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elvenavariOnce upon a time there was a girl named Olivia. For longest time Olivia was lost in what she wanted to do with her life. Near the end of her 11th grade year in high school she decided that she loved books and encouraging others to read she wished to be a librarian.
Her journey would not be an easy one however. Olivia tried to get a job at her local library during the summer months starting at the age they would hire kids, 16. The local library never once hired her so she was forced to take a job she hated. The position and location of the job stressed Olivia out so badly that it started to create a strain on the relationship she had with her parents. Olivia sought refuge from this stress at her best friend and soul sister's house, April. Olivia started spending so much time at April's her mother threatened to kick her out of the house. Her mother said that if she wanted to spend so much time at April's she could live there.
This part of the story has a happy ending, Olivia made peace with her mother and cut back on the time she spent at April's a bit. Olivia returned to college in the fall and worked hard towards achieving her dream of being a librarian. To gain experience Olivia held a federal work study job in the library on her campus. She enjoyed this job more than anything offered on her campus, except for maybe her Death & Dying class.
The following year (this year) was not as easy for Olivia. During the fall semester she piled 19 hours onto her plate trying to play catch up for classes she had dropped. The classes and their requirements added more stress into the mix of her school, social and personal life. Sleep became a valued commodity that was caught up on on Friday afternoon's. By the end of the semester she was tired of school, tired of being unhappy with the way things were going. She was sacrificing everything she was to make others happy it seemed. She was majoring in a subject only because she needed the background to get her Master's in Library Science. She wanted to give up.
Over Christimas break she rested and felt ready to take on school again although she did not really care about returning. This semester she had fewer hours but was still horribly unhappy. Olivia's English classes were not going well and as classes for her major that was not good. She tries everything she think will help but in the end comes to the conclusion that English is not for her. If she can barely understand the majority of the rules, how could she ever teach them?
Olivia began considering changing her major to Art Education, art was a subject she was fairly good at and understood. She was minoring in it and would have that completed this semester. Researching the Art Education program proved to be discouraging at first. The major listed in the book required 57 hours. To complete this she would have to take all the Art classes offered. There was no way she could do this and graduate even remotely on time. She couldn't stay in college forever, her parents couldn't afford it. As a last resort she talked to her minor advisor who finally shown some hope on the whole situation.
"It has been proposed to reduce the number of hours the Art Education program would need from 57 to 39. The 57 was to many for any student to complete," her advisor explained. Olivia didn't dare hope yet... would the proposel be accepted? "It's looking very good," her advisor assured her. With that assurance Olivia officially changed her major to Art Education with a minor in English. She had never left better about her life at that moment. Now things seemed to be going in the right direction. FINALLY!
Alas, with all good things must come the bad. Over spring break Olivia had planned to see all her friends, catch up with them and replinish her spirits. Only two of her friends came through and she was more hurt by the others than those two could heal. One of the disappointing friends called Olivia a few days later and had a responsible and legit excuse, Olivia forgave her. But it was the other than still weighed heavily on her soul.
For five years she had been Olivia's best friend, the one she told everything to, the one she knew she could count on and the same was returned vice versa. They were soul sisters. And then this happened. Olivia waited for an hour and fifteen minutes, much longer than she should have, for her to get home. No call, no text message, nothing. For four days she was allowed to be pissed off until she received a message from her on Myspace. She was sorry, they had a lot of places to go after work, they would be home all day tomorrow. This message only served to piss Olivia off further. Here they had been trading text messages before they had not shown up and yet they couldn't send one to let her know where they were or when they would be home? Bullshit. It wasn't like she could come now anyway, Olivia's break was over and she was back at school.
Can a friendship that was as strong as all that survive an event that hurt that much? I guess we'll find out.
This story is nowhere near finished but perhaps it is time to put it on the shelf and let it collect dust.
Her journey would not be an easy one however. Olivia tried to get a job at her local library during the summer months starting at the age they would hire kids, 16. The local library never once hired her so she was forced to take a job she hated. The position and location of the job stressed Olivia out so badly that it started to create a strain on the relationship she had with her parents. Olivia sought refuge from this stress at her best friend and soul sister's house, April. Olivia started spending so much time at April's her mother threatened to kick her out of the house. Her mother said that if she wanted to spend so much time at April's she could live there.
This part of the story has a happy ending, Olivia made peace with her mother and cut back on the time she spent at April's a bit. Olivia returned to college in the fall and worked hard towards achieving her dream of being a librarian. To gain experience Olivia held a federal work study job in the library on her campus. She enjoyed this job more than anything offered on her campus, except for maybe her Death & Dying class.
The following year (this year) was not as easy for Olivia. During the fall semester she piled 19 hours onto her plate trying to play catch up for classes she had dropped. The classes and their requirements added more stress into the mix of her school, social and personal life. Sleep became a valued commodity that was caught up on on Friday afternoon's. By the end of the semester she was tired of school, tired of being unhappy with the way things were going. She was sacrificing everything she was to make others happy it seemed. She was majoring in a subject only because she needed the background to get her Master's in Library Science. She wanted to give up.
Over Christimas break she rested and felt ready to take on school again although she did not really care about returning. This semester she had fewer hours but was still horribly unhappy. Olivia's English classes were not going well and as classes for her major that was not good. She tries everything she think will help but in the end comes to the conclusion that English is not for her. If she can barely understand the majority of the rules, how could she ever teach them?
Olivia began considering changing her major to Art Education, art was a subject she was fairly good at and understood. She was minoring in it and would have that completed this semester. Researching the Art Education program proved to be discouraging at first. The major listed in the book required 57 hours. To complete this she would have to take all the Art classes offered. There was no way she could do this and graduate even remotely on time. She couldn't stay in college forever, her parents couldn't afford it. As a last resort she talked to her minor advisor who finally shown some hope on the whole situation.
"It has been proposed to reduce the number of hours the Art Education program would need from 57 to 39. The 57 was to many for any student to complete," her advisor explained. Olivia didn't dare hope yet... would the proposel be accepted? "It's looking very good," her advisor assured her. With that assurance Olivia officially changed her major to Art Education with a minor in English. She had never left better about her life at that moment. Now things seemed to be going in the right direction. FINALLY!
Alas, with all good things must come the bad. Over spring break Olivia had planned to see all her friends, catch up with them and replinish her spirits. Only two of her friends came through and she was more hurt by the others than those two could heal. One of the disappointing friends called Olivia a few days later and had a responsible and legit excuse, Olivia forgave her. But it was the other than still weighed heavily on her soul.
For five years she had been Olivia's best friend, the one she told everything to, the one she knew she could count on and the same was returned vice versa. They were soul sisters. And then this happened. Olivia waited for an hour and fifteen minutes, much longer than she should have, for her to get home. No call, no text message, nothing. For four days she was allowed to be pissed off until she received a message from her on Myspace. She was sorry, they had a lot of places to go after work, they would be home all day tomorrow. This message only served to piss Olivia off further. Here they had been trading text messages before they had not shown up and yet they couldn't send one to let her know where they were or when they would be home? Bullshit. It wasn't like she could come now anyway, Olivia's break was over and she was back at school.
Can a friendship that was as strong as all that survive an event that hurt that much? I guess we'll find out.
This story is nowhere near finished but perhaps it is time to put it on the shelf and let it collect dust.
