Suck it Up, Buttercup

I have always been known in school and in colleges and in the medical field and every town. Why? I talked a lot and wanted to ask why for everything, or I wanted to know why. The two weeks I spent in grade 1, my teacher told me over and over that if I ask her one more time why, she would jump out the window. I was always an honor student, and I believed one should ask if you didn’t know. For some reason, I was transferred to the second grade because I was bored. I didn’t worry. I changed my mind, and though schooling was going to be a piece of cake, I think I woke up in the seventh grade. From that grade, I had to study, but I enjoyed it. I never thought I’d become a writer, but today it is good therapy for so many outlets, and I thank my mom for this. When I talked too much, I had to sit in the corner with a pen and a piece of paper. I learned to write, draw, and write poems. My life was to become a nurse or doctor and work for the poor and study criminal justice. Here I am today, writing only true events. Suck It Up, Buttercup, my second book, was hard to write because I had much respect for the medical field, but I realize that all fields of interest had hush-hush things, so my true love became nursing. All the roses I received during my life with others has been a blessing from God. If you care to become a nurse, take God’s hand, and he will carry you to others with love. You have to be devoted. Don’t enter the medical field for a paycheck, enter it because you love others and want to make a difference in this world, and you will be blessed. Don’t ever be harsh or unruly to your patient.