Behind her graduation picture, there's an inspiring story to tell. 2 shots were taken one year and a half years apart.
When Giorgia Danga was 3 year-old, she memorized all the flags of the world. She's not even exaggerating. It was hard growing up as the smart, Promil-worthy, kid. As she aged, she felt she was not living up to how people have known me. It was either her IQ was deteriorating or people her age were catching up on their development while she was stagnating. In college, she was that student who would automatically look at the bottom half of the class score sheet arranged from highest to lowest to find out how her exams went. She was the below average student, in short.
Come high school, she invested my soul in the art of language. She graduated Journalist of the Year, Best in English, Best in Filipino, and was EIC of the school paper (things that don't really matter anymore haha).
In college,, she chose the medical field thinking it would be the best choice. She put away her writing dreams to the "can wait" cabinet.But it turned out to be the wrong one.
It was hard being a right-brained, creative spirit in the health sciences world. It was being a chicken in a flying contest when you were dying to be Chickenjoy. It was hard being a slow-learner in a fast-paced institution. It was being the turtle in a marathon. It was hard being the promdi private school girl in UP. It was the big fish in a small pond turning into a small fish in the ocean.
It was disappointing sowing the best seeds you could offer hoping for good enough harvests but yielding reject fruits of labor. It was frustrating not being able to do what you love because school took too much time and energy from you because, boy, you have to keep up! It was heartbreaking seeing your mother's face after telling her you're not graduating. It was twisting listening to your friends talk about the dress they'd be wearing when they march while forcing a smile.
In November 2015, she got her graduation picture taken before she found out that she was not graduating.
END OF INTERNSHIP YEAR. Rock bottom. It was ironic that I have been treating patients non-stop when I needed healing myself. My body was betraying me (or maybe I betrayed it first) to the point where I was one test away from being diagnosed with cancer (that's another story). I was performing poorly. I was feeling incompetent and had zero self-esteem. I even heard people mocking my intellectual capacity. I knew I needed to get my shit together. I knew I needed to get stronger. I decided to take a break.
After taking a much-needed break from all the depression, self-pity moment she were facing, she went back to school. She didn't let her failures dictate her future. She may not graduate on time but who said she can't graduate at all?
From negative to positive, she turned her singkos into line of ones in her intership re-rotation and graduated with merit certificate. Not only she achieved her academic success, but she managed to transformed her body and mind to its cleanest, healthiest state to date.
Giorgia proved to herself and everyone that she's not "bobo" after all. She embraced the career path she took and got accepted as clinical faculty in UP.
And what do you know, the chicken learned to fly high and fast- knowing she can still be Chickenjoy later on, the turtle eventually reached finish line, and the small fish in the ocean grew a little bigger.
There's no "Too Late" in achieving your dreams, the only limit is yourself.
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