My name is oddy. I'm just another college age pale mutt girl. My native language is flirt, but throughout my years on this planet i have picked up a little english, spanglish, and asl. I was born in Zion and later moved to Hendo. I attend STDU in richmond, ky. I have an older brother whom I worship and cuz kell who is more or less a demi-god to me. I'm bisexual and chronically single. My job as a prostitute makes up for it though. J/K... I am Catholic. And I love just about everything.
I am a floater. I continued the tradition into college from highskool I drift from various groups of friends. I have my gay friends, my catholic friends, my dps friends, mi amigas!, nursing buds, and everyone else who i hang out with. I know people get pissed off when I am not there, but this is just who i am. I dig it 'cause I don't get bored and I learn different lessons from different people. All of them are important.
More than anythink else, I am a loner. I am extremely shy and introverted to a fault. People rarely see this though. I continually challenge myself to meet people. I enjoy to learn new things and gain new knowledge so I put myself in the position to meet people. I call it pro-actively passive.
One thing that I am is a caretaker. I'm extremly maternal, always trying to make sure everything is alright. I care about people in pain/ trouble even if i don't know them. I see a problem and I want to fix it. I want to make a person better. But in the same vain I know I can't always do that. In those situations, I try to be there to offer a ear and a open heart. Just do the best i can. Taking care of some one over rides every other emotion.
I am a 4 year nursing major with a minor in crimnology/ deviance. I want to eventually get my Masters and PhD. As far a job... I want either work in a hard core psych hospital, prison, with childhood sex offenders, HIV patients, teach, adolescent psych research, but let me tell you why...
When I was sick and in the hospital, I saw a lot of things that 13 and 14 year olds don't see. One of them was how the system failed kids without support. Just let them sit there in state's custody and rot. Another was the sedation trap. Medications that were never approved to be used on kids were being used on them in great quantities. Another is the guilt I carry. Why was i special enough to have assertive parents advocate for me? Why did i get out and my friends on the unit didn't? I feel like I left them. Didn't live up to my end of the bargain. God, I miss them so much. More than any friends i've ever had, perhaps ever will. I know I can't help them now, but maybe with this nursing degree, I can't help others like them. Kids and teenagers like them or the adults they probabally became. Make sure others don't know the horrors that we knew. Fix the system that pinned them up against the wall On that unit I devolped my childhood obsession that has followed me into adulthood. That obession is repaying my debt to those old, sacred friends.
It seems as if every one calls me weird, unique, different, or just strange. I fucking hate that. It makes me feel like I'm 8 years old again and the child that no one will play with because I'm not exactly like you. Rather then call me those name, could you please call yourself boring, mundane, scared to stike out, over concerned with others opinons, etc.
I'm constantly mispronouncing words, in English and other languages. I think this stems from me not learning how to speak anything, but giberish till I was in Kindergarten. This stems from my hearing being poor. I can hear sound but not always make out the meaning. I read lips to supplement. If I'm not looking at you, I'm probably not paying attention. Also there is my handwriting. I constantly mispell words, write letters backwords, and have poor penmanship. A teacher once told me I have the handwriting of a serial killer. This is a product of my chemical imbalance. I am fully aware of my inadequacies in both my verbal and written capabilities and they are emarassing enough with out you pointing them out to me. Thank you
First of all i'm not pure white. Shocker, is it? I'm Irish, Scottish, English, Belgium AND 1/16th Cherokee and part African too. I really hate when people look at me, over look my hair texture, square jaw, and high cheek bones from the Cherokee blood and African blood and just see the Scott Irish red highlights. And asume I am just another anglo saxon who therefore believes just the way they do. I do not. Racist jokes are offensive, and should be no mattter what your racial/ethnic background. Amen.
