


*Hi! I'm Mizu, and I'll be your nurse today!* Holy crapolla! I find it funny I still have my old scrubs from my CNA days. Shall I share the story? Back in grade school, I was really into art and I wanted to major in it in some way to work in the art industry whether as a fine artist, a multimedia artist, or whatever. Then comes the time to actually pick a major during my senior year of high school, and everyone is telling me to pick something else. Why the fuck didn't anyone talk to me about this before? My mom wanted me to be a doctor, a surgeon specifically because when I would paint, my hands were really steady and I like my lines and artwork to be perfect. Imagine the hurt: She told me I could be good at something else by complimenting how good I was at art. Like, wtf?!! I listened to other people, and eventually settled on nursing because I could help people (this was before I realized how vague helping people is). I applied to university after graduation (big mistake! why do people glorify universities?) and went there full-time (another big mistake). I had to take out loans and started working at an art store (lolz) to pay for school. I was doing a lot, going to school full-time while working part-time while also trying to have time for relationships and gaming. Guess which one I decided to drop.