Utimate Rebound of The Year : FIGO 2015, CANADA

So here I am in my own room, finally putting up some thoughts into this post.

Reaching to the mid of 2015, there has been things going on in my life.

Happy? well, not really. Sad? YES. But hey, there are 6 more months!

Remember when I said that I wanted to be a teaching assistants? Yep, got declined.

Remember when I said that I wanted to be part of National Officials Team? Yep, didn't get the majority votes.

Devastated? Big time.

They say that every cloud has its silver lining, so I got one.

I am the IFMSA Delegation to attend the annual World Congress of FIGO (Federation of International Gynecologist and Obstetrician) in Vancouver, Canada!

So, what's the story behind it?

I was looking up on e-mails in IFMSA mailing lists, and found that they have partnership with FIGO which happened to be...................They will pay partially for the registration fee and accomodation for the lucky 10 medical students worldwide!

What's the catch? I have to write down motivation letter about myself and maternal health condition in Indonesia (in this case, I wrote down about the demography and epidemiology in my hometown, cilegon). I remembered, a friend of mine invited me to his birthday treat and I couldn't decline him, so he said that I shouldve just brought my laptop and did my stuff in the restaurant!

It was an hour before the deadline and yet I still juggled with words. What kind of motivation letter that would impress them? Are these worth it to be done, like c'mon, 10 people worldwide? Are you good enough to be chosen?

But screw that, I just typed whatever that came across my mind. I made a par CV as well, I didn't ask my friend to add some designs for my CV because it was only 5 minutes away from the deadline! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! So, I sent the email right away (thank god they had wifi there, otherwise it's all gone) and finally could blend into the crowds and ate the meal.

Couple days later, I woke up at 3 AM and realized it has been a while since I performed Sholat Tahajud. It was weird what kind of spirit that drove me to do it, but I did it. After that, I checked my e-mail and I got the fricking email from IFMSA!

Finally, I called my mom during Adzan, she was totally lost. Like really lost. She was like, "Wait, you're going to Canada? So whose going to pay it?" I kept explaining her but since she was all sleepy head, I decided to hang up.

Then, in the morning, my dad called me again and asked me to tell the whole story of a lucky girl who got a "golden ticket". He seemed to not believe in me at first, but at the end, he was all proud to me, which was relieving. I finally made him proud after two years of roller coaster like-GPA which didn't satisfy him enough (I kinda feel bad about this)

So, it's 2 more months people!

Finally going to place that I have never been before by myself :)

Canada, here I come!