Upon entering college, I believed that I was ready to undertake the rigors of this new burgeoning experience. As I began to settle into life in college I became uneasy and uncomfortable. I found my workload to be extremely overwhelming and my brimming schedule did not afford me the opportunity to seek assistance when I needed it. I was unable to attend tutoring and study sessions because they overlapped with classes of equal importance. This soon translated into a decrease in my grades. This became a very trying time for me as an individual. As someone who excelled in high school found this to be quite depressing. I allowed this sensation of abjection and anxiety to negatively impact me which caused me further academic struggles. Prior to
Ever since high school, I knew I wanted to work in the pathology field. I thought I wanted to be a pathologist. I talked to the career counselors at my school and expressed my interest. Fortunately for me, I was contacted not much after about an internship at Montefiore Medical Center.
After nearly losing my eye, nearly having my veins and arteries give out, and watching my father become unresponsive, I knew that I wanted to go into the medical field. This became a part of my very being, I strove and strive to learn as much about first aid and treatments as I am able. As it came time for me to think on a career path I was forced to think about the logistics of college pricing and efficiency; I decided on going through an EMT course, attempting to get a job to pay for the rest of my schooling as a nurse or search and rescue
College is a crucial time of development in a person's life. Growth can come easily when momentum and success drive you forward, but what about when you're faced with failure and hardships? Beginning college as an athlete was a challenge, however, after dislocating my hip I learned that now everyday life was a struggle. I could have easily allowed this obstacle to end my growth and college career, especially the two surgeries that followed my initial reconstruction, but I realized my circumstance would not define me but drive me. The will to grow and learn when in the face of a challenge can be daunting, but the success is even more rewarding when you continue to push forward and work hard. Also, having difficulties in your life allows you
My mind was going wild; I was both nervous and exhilarated at the thought of starting a new school. A new environment and new people meant having to look to fit in all over again. I did not know this yet, but this first day of fourth grade in a new school would be one of my largest accomplishments throughout my life.
Some people in elementary school knew they wanted to be doctors. Classmates of mine in middle school expressed their desires to become teachers. And yet for freshman year me, I had no idea what my future would hold—and I was terrified. I had done decently academically, managed to swim without drowning, and could muster a couple songs on the violin. But in a larger sense, it often felt like I was going through the motions, living another day just to do so. I had no real passion, and as cliché as it sounds, my own perception of my success was determined by my grades.
I believe in the value of personal growth and learning for yourself. Personal growth is assessing my skills and aiming for my goals in life without the help from others. Similar to Siddhartha, he ventures off on his own to find Nirvana from his own experience because you cannot learn it on your own. I personally grow every summer when my parents send me away to camps or colleges and I must learn values like responsibility, independence, and to ‘find myself’, which is my Nirvana.
My focus of the project was myself in a new outfit for my first college forensic meet that took place Tuesday October 20th. I crossed my fingers for good luck before taking the selfie. Under the main pictures is a picture of my Dad and I with my big catch of the Volkmann family fishing trip. Seeing that picture reminds me of fishing with my dad and the fun times of reeling that big fish in. The SMSU sign is on top of my collage to show my pride and love for my college. I am very honored and blessed to attend SMSU. The second selfie on my collage is after my RA interview last spring. I was very pleased with myself after the interview I thought I rocked and turns out I did I got the job. My colorful running shoes are important to help me stay active and so my feet don’t hurt when I am on RA duty rounds. I glued the logo for SMSU Resident Life to my photo because I am an RA and promote campus events and house programs. In the bottom left corner is my favorite food homemade mac and cheese. Across the mac and cheese pictures is the words “pumpkin space latte” I enjoy treating myself to a sugary coffee once and a while and in the fall time that drink is delicious. Apples and grapes represent how I like to eat fresh fruits and vegetables on a daily basics. The top left corner is lilacs my favorite flower because at my house we have five lilacs tress. Lilacs smell wonderful and bloom in May
When I drove home from school, I stopped at a gas station. I wanted to put a full tank in my car. However, as I looked at the gas price, I realized I could not afford it. I panicked. I knew there was a shortage of gas this week, and the gas prices had increased. I was scared for many reasons, and one of them was I would be unable to go to school. I could not afford to miss any classes. My entire career plan depended on doing well in school. I wanted to become a Pathologist. I thought about different options of how to get gas money, and I thought of asking my parents. I knew my dad would give me some gas money. As I contemplated this decision, my guilt overwhelmed me. I realized I needed to stop depending on my parents. I needed to take action.
I've always wanted to pursue a career in criminal justice, and people have often asked me why. Usually I'll brush it off or come up with some impromptu answer like “It seems exciting!” or “I’ve watched too much NCIS.”, and although those are very true, it is not really the whole story. My father has inspired me to get into the field, but not way you many would assume. No, he was never lawyer, cop, or correctional officer; he was on the other side of the law. My father was the criminal to my justice.
Augustine’s Confessions is “‘a gift to those who learn to read him like a friend’.”(Villanova 14 Rev. Allan Fitzgerald) Instead of considering him as an unreachable saint, this way of reading the text allows the reader to better relate to Augustine. It permits a college student to recognize a more
On September 24, 2013, my mother was diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer. I was only a freshman in high school and I was completely and utterly devastated. Through her journey of countless surgeries, chemo and radiation treatments, and heartbreak, my burning passion of becoming a doctor has continued to grow. I will be honest, I once was the student who earned all A 's and one or two B 's, and although I always cared for my grades, I never put in as much effort as I could have given. Stage 3 breast cancer took numerous things away from the strong woman who raised me, but when I received the news that she would be okay, I gained a great amount of determination and commitment. The passion I have for pursuing an outstanding education at the
“You're so frail and slight in (the moon’s) silvery light; Our fate is not one we can fight.” (A Cruel Angel’s Thesis) Fate is predetermined by forces beyond human capacity, yet humans attempt to take control of the process through the pressures of society. Society applies a standard of perfection
As a biomedical technician, I deal with a lot of technical jargon as well as other technical items such as schematics. From the start of my career, service manuals have been a big part of my daily routine. I use them for troubleshooting equipment, as well as running the require calibrations. Anybody listening in to a conversation with a fellow tech might think we are speaking a foreign language. Some of the terms we use can be used in other fields that involve having a technical background; some are unique to our chosen field of work.
When I moved to America my senior year, I had a notion about the efforts I had to put into reaching American collegiate standards. After all, I just moved from Yemen, no matter how much I was able to prepare for the States, I was still working with ambiguous requirements. Nonetheless, having to take the SAT’s, some AP’s, and fill my resume with extracurricular was hrelatively hectic, but manageable. Essentially, after nine months, I was able to grow a sense of what it took to get into an American college. However I was reminded I couldn 't be picky. “Just get into a school”, my godfather would remind me, and a school I got into indeed.