They said I needed my own soap opera. Or a blog.

I'm pretty sure I get told on a bi-weekly basis that I need my own soap opera. Not because I'm an incredible actress by any means (though I am incredibly dramatic), but because I'm the girl who always has a story to tell. I'm the one they all live vicariously through.

Perhaps I should explain.

I am the girl that you underestimate. As I pull out my pink pen and my glitter-covered notebook in a senior neruroanatomy course, I watch all the eyes judging me. She doesn't belong here. Look at her hair, why did she bother to style it just to come to class? She's not wearing sweats and Uggs? And makeup? Really? She CAN'T be serious. She can't be here to take things seriously. 

The thing I had been conditioned to do throughout my adolescent and teenage years to fit in were not setting me apart in an unexpected turn of events. It didn't take me too long to realize how seriously I was being underestimated by the people around me. And I can promise you, there is nothing more motivating than watching the people around you sitting back waiting for you to fail.

For whatever reason, people just don't get it. How could someone maintain a spot on the honour roll while casually experimenting with recreational drugs from time-to-time  and having random sex with hot (or not so hot in some cases) strangers? Why do people view success and a social life as mutually exclusive? So for those reasons alone, I became a bit of an anomaly where I go to school.

But I can't help but like breaking the classic stereotype of what a student should look like. Now before I continue, I know what you're thinking. That's what college is for, is to party. While I agree to an extent, by the final year of a degree in the sciences, usually the 'partiers' have been weeded out. And if not, they're usually not maintaing fabulous grades. At least not in my experience.
But point blank, for whatever reason, at my small school, they know me as the-loud-mouth-over-opinionated-party-girl with a high sex drive and a tendency to engage in 'questionable' behaviour.

And I now embrace that. And while I can tell even my closest friends are passing judgements, they still gather around every morning in class to listen to the latest ordeal I've got myself involved in.

So here we are. After years of hearing, "ugh you need your own soap opera. Or your own blog at the very least," I decided it was finally time.