On a long enough timeline, the survival rate of everyone drops to zero.
Today’s my last day at work. I’ve been here more than 6 years, being a student for five and working since. My experience as a “Canadian-wannabe” mostly formed around here. Most of the smart people and great friends I have right now, I met them here.
So it’s only slightly hard to say goodbye. But I needed to. I was getting complacent: with my corner, my desk, my peripherals, my work.
It’s a great place to work and not many international students have the lucky opportunity to work here. I feel blessed because UFV has not only educated me, given me the awesome friends and relationships that I currently have, it has also given me the means to pay for all of the expenses these past 5 years while I was in school. All in all, it’s given me pretty much everything.
I still remembered the first day I set foot on campus with my mother and my grandparents to see advisor Simon. We talked about all the career options that my mother wanted me to have: doctor, lawyer, engineer. She specifically wanted me to study chemical/petroleum engineering because it was the hot stuff in Vietnam back then. And somehow, we settled with Business Administration. At this point, I had already fought with my parents about me wanting to study Computer Information Systems. I don’t know where I would have been today if I actually won that battle. It’s interesting where life takes you. And despite what you think you can predict, there is no way to know how life would turn out had you taken a different road.