The beginning of the Highs School year,was a new experience for me,because of begin alone in the school without knowing nobody, not knowing the language and have zero knowledge of the academic level i need it to have in order to graduate, on the mid senior year of high school,i got a call from the counselor Mr.Calume,he told me that, in order to graduate i need it to pass 4 states exams that can be only due 2 times per year semester,and i was in my last semester of high school,so the chances of me passing those test were low for me.
I was in my Junior season for football, and it was looking to be a good one. We started off doing well, but we struggled at time, though we bent but didn’t break. We kept at perfect record of 5-0 heading into our homecoming game, and we had just came off a huge last second victory over a top-rated team in the state. I was injured during that game but failed to tell anyone, failure number one. I told myself that I was going to play the homecoming game because we were playing the worst team in the state and figured I couldn’t hurt myself any worse, failure number two. That game I ended up tearing my ACL on the 8th play of the game, and just like Tony Gwynn’s world, three strikes you’re out. Indeed I was, I was out for six months with five months of therapy. I was in a failure hole, and was looking to stay in that hole, but I soon realized that I can either sit and pout or come back better than I was the first time. My decision was to come back better, that was one step forward. For five months I went through the most grueling therapy I could imagine, but I never game up and I stuck to the plan that my therapist gave me, step two forward. I recovered so fast that I made it in time to play baseball in the summer, and later went on to be named All-Area team and All-district, step three forward. Finally, the time had arrived for me to play football again and prove to myself and others that I was better than before. We had another great season and won our first playoff game since 2005. I did so well that I earned first team All-District and third team All-State honors. I was one of the five from my team that made that list, that was step four forward, and just like Gwynn I took four steps and I was standing back on home plate, for I had hit a metaphorical home
I remember the day. I remember the day I had to get braces. That day, I went to the orthodontist’s office with my parents and the process began. After 3 hours of irritation and pain in my mouth, I walked out of the doctor’s office with braces on my teeth and instructions of what not to eat. Every time I think about that day, I remember my parents. I’m Daniel and I’m one of the few survivors of the flare. The flare was a large solar flare that scorched the Earth and killed almost billions of people. As the condition worsened, the food sources started to thin out. One day, I had to eat gummy bears for breakfast, lunch and dinner. As expected, I spent more time pulling remainders of gummy bears from my mouth than eating it. From that point on, I beckoned on an adventure to find the last orthodontist who could help me take off my braces.
Everyone should believe that there’s always hope to every problem. In the story Night by Elie Wiesel, the characters have a rough time because they are sent to concentration camps. A boy named Eliezer and his father go through hard times, such as hunger, being whipped harshly, Eliezer's father gets ill, and it just gets harder for them. Wiesel uses inner thinking, description, and dialogue throughout the story to define all different kinds of author’s crafts.
After practice, I went up to ask Mrs. Hockemeyer a question about a fundraiser we were doing. I tried to hold the sorrow in but it was too heavy for me to carry. The second she wrapped her arms around my body I lost it. I cried into her shoulder. My lungs emptied but I couldn 't fill them back up. She held me in her arms for about 2 minutes. "You have to keep going or else I won 't have any reason to come back," Mrs. Hockemeyer encouraged as I transitioned my head upon her shoulder. Right then I had a purpose, and that was to not disappoint the most influential person
Entry 1: I was returning home to Washington when I heard the dreadful news. The Army of Northern Virginia surrendered to Union General Grant after a crushing defeat. I talked with two of my loyal companions David Herold and Lewis Powell telling them that Abraham Lincoln will not be the president anymore after I am through with him.
Thank you for taking the time to review my personal statement on why I have chosen to embark on the journey to become a Physician Assistant. My story started several years ago, more than I care to count, when I stumbled into the health care world as a paramedic in rural Pennsylvanian. While in high school, I became friends with several other students who were actively volunteering with a local fire department. After hearing their stories about the things they were learning and doing I also joined a volunteer fire department, mostly out of curiosity. Over the course of a couple of years I discovered that the challenges that I encountered during training and responding to emergencies had unlocked some unrealized, more like unknown, drive inside
Oddly enough, that same person walked through my door about thirty minutes later, or at least I thought it was him. I yelled at him. Full on screamed at him for giving me a medicine that nearly killed me. He looked flustered, but then recovered moments later.
Shadowing was a great opportunity for me. It provides students a general overview about a certain career such as working conditions and nature of work. On the 14th of November, I shadowed Dr. Azhar Bustami, a dentist on 10043 E Adamo Dr, Tampa, FL 33619. Dr. Azhar was very welcoming and supportive. She tried her best with explaining the advantages and disadvantages of working as a dentist. I shadowed her for almost three hours. About one hour was spent on conversations about the dentistry and preparing the clinic for the coming patient, one hour for treating the patient and about another hour for responding to my comments and questions. At the time of the appointment, it was time to observe a cleaning process of the teeth cleaning called prophylaxis which is basically thorough cleaning of the teach using different tool and techniques. Before Dr.Azhar started working on the patient , she asked me to write down any
Another day at Hamtramck Medical Center learning more about this career each day, but today was a good day. Not a lot of people came pulse my supervisor tough me how to do the throat culture. “It’s very easy all you have to do is clean your hands, and then remove the swab from the packing. Ask the patient politely to open his/her mouth, and then turn his/her face against the light. Guide a swab over the tongue; rub the swab firmly over the back of the throat, both the tonsils and any areas of inflammation. After that place the swab in the transport medium and push it down to the bottom,” my supervisor said to me. I asked her why throat culture is important and why they have to do it, and then she said, “Throat culture use to check if you have
Not a single person in my family is involved in medicine. Nor do they enjoy being anywhere near the doctor’s office or a hospital so naturally, I had no exposure to medicine till my high school years except for being a fan of medical television such as Grey’s Anatomy and House. During this time, I became privy to a different side of medicine and health care. Shadowing doctors and volunteering in a hospital, I was fascinated by the unique language that separated the hospital from the world outside. Nurses soothing hysterical patients and families, surgical interns grappling for the best surgeries, doctors sniffing out drug-seeking patients- things you wouldn’t learn in med school in your textbooks. Part of this new language seemed cold and detached to me- just what my mother despised. For example, at times patients would be identified by their conditions rather than their names. The hypothetical patient in room 342 was called “mitral valve replacement” rather than “Lara” or “the mother of two”. In other cases, I saw interns being left to perform CPR on a car accident victim who was gone before he even reached the hospital.
The thing I did best today, was, communicating with my patient, and doing his physical assessment. My clinical rotation this quarter for Galen College of Nursing ,is at the VA medical center, in Louisville Ky. The VA medical center is a govt hospital for the veterans. My clinical group and I, are working on the medical surgical/telemetry floor. I had to sit out of classes last quarter, so I was a little nervous about getting back into things. But, to my surprise, I was able to, get right back into it.
A day I will never forget was the day that I graduated high school. All the emotions were overwhelming and hard to handle sometimes. It was hard to accept that one of the biggest chapters in my life was about to be over and I was about to start an even bigger one. Just the thought of not knowing what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life made the last little bit of my senior year, very stressful. I then found out that not knowing and being undecided was perfectly okay and I was ready to begin my freshman year at Saint Petersburg College.