Ever since my sophomore year of high school, I knew the medical field was the right choice for me. It wasn’t just the ability to have vast amounts of knowledge about the human body, but to be able to help people. Helping those who need it is a very rewarding idea to me. Although the school I am currently attending is not able to allow me to help people as a nurse. My decision to transfer is based fully on this programs direct entry nursing program.
I have many goals I want to achieve throughout my life. However, the biggest goal I have set for me to accomplish is to become a pediatric nurse. I have been dreaming of this career since I was about eight years old, mainly because of my best friend. She was diagnosed with level four Cerebral Palsy at birth. The first thing that pulled me towards nursing was the way she would cheer up whenever I encouraged her.
“Shadow, shadow, shadow, shadow,” that is the number one thing I have heard from every adult who offers advice about what major to pursue. The summer before my senior year, I knew a profession in the medical field intrigued me. However, like most teens, I had no idea about what job I wanted to pursue. During that summer, I was thinking physical therapy. My mom works at The Veterans Affairs Hospital in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
I just completed my Bachelor of Science in Nursing and look forward to exploring nursing theory, evidence-based practice and leadership even further in the advance practice curriculum. I am pursuing family nurse practitioner because it will allow me to be more versatile in my nursing skills and serve a larger patient population. There has been a focus on primary care medicine since the Affordable Care Act; resulting in a larger need for nurse practitioners required to care for this patient population. I have been granted an opportunity to advance my career and I am more than ready to take on the added responsibilities and handle treatment plans autonomously, as well as learning additional skills such as diagnosing and prescribing medications. By obtaining my graduate level education my clinical judgment would be enhanced to improve safety, quality of care and patient outcomes substantially.
My senior year of high school, I applied to one university because I the only way to be success in life was to go to that school. Fast forward to a few months later, when I received what I thought was the biggest heartbreak of my life. I was seventeen and my parents had not so great credit, it was impossible for me to get loans for a $50,000 a year school. I was devastated. Not going to college was not an option for me, but I simply did not think I was the type of student who went to community college.
This year, I experienced both a personal and academic obstacle that correlate with one another. In January, I started the year long Medical Assisting program at my school. Prior to beginning this program, I was so excited to be getting a medically centered education, and learning about the field I wanted to expand my career in. After entering the program and learning that there is so much more to medicine than just taking care of patients, I began to lose my interest. This was shocking to me since, my whole life up until this year, I believed I was going to become an amazing medical doctor.
As a child I was very fortunate to have a family like my own; my parents were truly happy and wholly in love. I was incredibly close with my siblings and still am today despite our little fights. Along with being close to my siblings my father and I had a great relationship; most people who knew me would have considered me a “daddy’s girl”. Growing up my father was remarkably proud of my grades and who I was becoming as a person. Oftentimes he would brag about me to anyone who listened.
Spending the day with the IV team went great. I spent most of the clinical day with Michelle Denton as my teacher. She is very meticulous and likes things her way, but she was an amazing preceptor to learn from. Throughout the day I am pretty sure I walked every hall in the KU hospital. I honestly didn’t know how big that facility was before yesterday and I am seriously still amazed.
“Men can’t handle diapers”, my mother told me. “Your dad changed yours once and that was enough for both of us!” I later found out that my father’s diaper change involved a plastic wading pool, a garden hose, and a bucket for his delicate stomach. In spite of my mother’s bold statement; I applied for a weekend job as a resident assistant at the local nursing home.
Working in any type of dental office is not for everyone, however I came to the conclusion that this is what I wanted to do. In seventh grade I knew I wanted to go to York Tech to do nursing but always had dental in the back of my mind. Although during my third year in high school I realized that nursing is not what I wanted to do anymore. Then, I realized that I always wanted to do dental as well. I definitely thought about how job shadowing might be best first before I start college to make sure this was the right job for me.