Now most people would be nervous of moving to a new school, but all we had to do was move through new hallways since our middle and high school are connected. Freshman year was probably the hardest year I've had looking back at it now and shaped me to be who I am today. Back in 2013 my grandpa had passed away from a rare form of lung cancer and my Mina (grandma) was suffering on and off from it, having no one to take care of her my mom would stay at her house 5 to 6 days out of the week and she would go there right after work. I would hardly see my mom except in the mornings before school and by than she would be sleeping after driving home from Danbury at 5am. My dad was hardly around from work and just not wanting to be home.
Evolution from Novice to a Beginning Professional Nurse Looking back when I started my nursing school, I can proudly say that I have evolved both physically and psychologically. I was not sure if nursing was the right choice for me at first because I had difficulties interacting with people outside my family circle. The first semester was challenging for me because I did not know how to interact with my class mates and felt isolated each time there is a class activity. I joined a study group later that semester and it has been an excitement ever since. Today, I am glad I choose nursing because I have overcome my social fears, learn to be a team player, learn how to prioritize and most importantly learned to manage stress.
To be completely honest, when I first decided to pursue a career in medicine, I was immature and selfish. I believed: "Volunteering isn 't benefitting me, so why should I spend my valuable time doing it?" Now, after 4 years of life-changing experiences, I have a whole new perspective about serving others. My experiences volunteering have made me not only more passionate about pursuing such a beautiful, self-rewarding career but more prepared to tackle the many daily challenges of a physician. My volunteering journey all started when I asked my physician, Dr. Vincenzo Visconti, if I could shadow and volunteer at his clinic.
I never really fully cried, but I did loose a lot of sleep after my grandparents death. My mother was worried for a while because I would not sleep and my health was beginning to diminish. She ended up taking me to the doctor and they declared that I was suffering from insomnia. There was no explanation, but I knew that I was still grieving my grandparents, it was the only way that I could; since no one would know that I would cry in the middle of the night. About a couple of months later, everything was beginning to go back to normal, I still do not have the courage to speak about my grandmother or grandfather without shedding a tear.
I believe that the reason it took my sister and I so long to realize that we were in fact more in charge of Poppie than he was of us is because of how natural it seemed to see my Nonnie lifting Poppie into bed at night, or cutting his food for him. Eventually my childhood ignorance was illuminated in the same dreaded space where I learned everything else that grown ups viewed as “important”, school. Only a few weeks after I had begun 2nd grade, I was confronted with the fact that not all grandpa’s were in wheelchairs and curious as to why my friends thought it was so freakish. Later, bristling with anticipation from the weight of my newfound knowledge, I haughtily demanded that my mom explain to me why Poppie was so different. So, with a sigh of uneasiness my mom explained to me how long before I was born, Poppie had fallen off a ladder and hurt his brain so that it couldn’t work like it had before.
I thought I was ready to overcome every obstacle that was thrust upon me but I was sadly mistaken. College was a culture shock. I concluded that college is an entirely different universe, then high school. My GPA dropped for the first time in my life from a 3.7 in high school to a 2.8. The decline in my GPA made me realize that my journey to becoming a doctor is not always going to be easy.
Rumors went on and Lauren Slater the author of Opening Skinner's Box: Great Psychology Experiments of the Twentieth Century, said that because of Skinner’s baby crib his daughter Deborah killed herself. Which was a false rumor but lots of rumors said she went crazy even when she was very young. Deborah even wrote that she was not a lab rat for her dad and she didn’t sue him ever. http://www.skeptically.org/skinner/id6.html He went back to Harvard as a professor in 1948. He continued teaching until he retired in 1974 but even after he retired he was still inventing and researching.
My mom mad frequent stops to see me but couldn’t stay long because she had my sister to take care as well as work. I went home on the sixth day and had to return to the hospital the next day. My stomach was in more pain then what I had before I went the first time. I can’t remember anything past arriving at the emergency room, until the point that I woke up to my grandmother singing with the gospel channel on the hospital TV (she had the most beautiful voice. It was also the first time I ever heard her sing).
My mother knew that that day she was gonna have me, but she wanted to go through with the conference just to get it over with. The teacher that was giving them the conference knew that she was in pain mid way of the meeting and that's when she said that she was gonna go. After that my parents rushed to the hospital alone. I was the fourth, and last child to be born. At the time my oldest brother was 14, then sister was 12, and then my other brother was 9.
I haven 't seen her for 10 years now, but hopefully that is going to change since I am a legal adult today. The day that i make all decisions for myself. I start my new mature adult life by making my first decision to get ready, which I regret the minute I leave my bed. As I start the faucet to take a shower, i 'm reminded of the days my mother used to run baths for me, the days when she kissed my forehead before bed and the day she was taken away from me. Although she was not the
It seems to me like it’s getting better. There isn’t any more problems anymore and we are settling in okay close to family. So I’m also grateful this challenge brought my family together and filtered out me and my mother’s life by getting rid of the bad stuff like my step Father. And just simply moving on. I’m almost positive my hardest challenge is over and I truly believe it was my hardest challenge in my life.
When I finally got a job, the working environment was not conducive. The male coworker and supervisor were not supportive and some of the challenges in university re surfaced. After getting married with plan to raise a family, I had to reconsider my choice of being an engineering. I decided to change my career path to sales to give me time to raise a family and still have some income. My love for medicine and engineering was still very strong that is why I decided to go back to university and study biomedical engineering.