In the past 18 months, I have continued to shadow various physicians across a variety of specialties that serve different communities. Each time, I am amazed at their ability to heal patients with various ailments. This sense of wonder leaves me wanting to learn more and motivates me to eventually become a physician that has the ability to heal all of these patients as well. In addition, I have shadowed physicians for their full twelve-hour shifts, so I have seen all of the aspects of the career. Though there may be some less desirable aspects, such as the required time spent completing charts, I realize the importance of it. Through these shadowing experiences, I can be assured that I am making an informed decision and pursuing a career that
For my Diverse Field Experience this semester, I spent fifteen hours at the Mclean County Juvenile Detention Center. This particular center was occupied by about 8-14 juveniles at a time, all depending on court dates and occupancy of other nearby detention centers. This center usually had 3 staff members working the shift every time I went, which was seven to nine on weekday afternoons. I was intrigued to go to at this time because I thought it would be the time of the day were the juveniles had no school work or other obligations to do while I was there. I wanted to see what they liked to do in the free time before bed, the only stipulation being mandatory snack time at eight pm. I have seen plenty of students in a classroom environment during my clinicals here at
Healthcare was an unplanned career for me. I am not one of those people who knew that I was going into healthcare from an early age. I spent twelve years in and out of the foster care system and worked as a warehouse laborer. Did I even have the opportunity to consider my passion at all? I was asked, “Where are you going from here? What are your future goals?” I automatically replied, “I don’t know. I’m comfortable.” Which was immediately silenced by the response, “You don’t seem like the comfortable type.” This was the conversation that caused me to wake up and initiated my pursuit of progress.
A little later, I was good enough that we could finally go home. When we got home, I jogged up the stairs to sort out all the medals and trophies I'd ever won! I'd won fourteen medals and four trophies. It took me hours to carefully sort out all the medals on hooks. My brand new trophy front and center in the spotlight.
One of the most predominant experiences to me would be when I won a winter guard competition. It is absolutely one of the most unbelievable experiences to hear you guard's name over the speaker for everyone to hear while a judge gives your captains a trophy with a big #1 on it. Everyone was in unmitigated shock when they heard our name because when we first started, we all weren't really that skilled. Actually, most of my guard was first-year rookies. They had never even picked up a flag before this.
The pinnacle of sports teams in my school area. When we arrived at the field my stomach was in knots. I looked around at the blank grassy field and I knew I was ready. I saw the other kids throwing lasers to each other and I knew I was accurate, but couldn’t throw nearly as fast.
I am a pioneer! My pioneer story isn’t your average Latter Day Saint pioneer story, as far as historical LDS stories go! I was raised by goodly parents, I was born and raised in Spokane Washington. I am the youngest of three children born to Jim and Shannon Newell. My brother James is the oldest and four years older than myself. My sister Kim is the pickle in the middle and the peacemaker, she is just two years older. Growing up my brother and I had a love-hate relationship, we enjoyed driving each other crazy. As for Kim and I, we have always shared a close relationship. Kim is the sister every sibling should have, she was never mean or hateful, she is the sister that I don’t deserve.
This is a fun, exciting, and cheerful game. It has bunches of people watching others.It makes me feel good when I walk up to the plate.I always feel like I’m at home when I step onto the field. I play my position and have fun doing it. I catch the ball sometimes pop flies or ground balls.I field the ball then either throw it to 1st or 2nd(Most of the time). We get three out then we go in the dugout to bat.
Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area. I didn’t know how many people were getting shot. I just knew it’s not good and that we have to be careful. At first, the campus was like we are unsure, just be careful, and then it took some time till I finally got an email that said stay on campus and were held there for about two hours, I just kept recording.
Left It All Out On The Field This quote is from the daily record, mentioning me after the Smithville football game. “As much as he tried to fight it, Chippewa’s Jake Hall couldn 't control his emotions. Like many of his teammates, the senior linebacker left just about everything he had in him on the field friday night in a 23-20 overtime win at Smithville in Wayne County Athletic league play”. This was by far my best game of my senior year football season.
Andrew, my older brother, in middle of the road he was tired to keep ride the ox for 1 month. He asked me to replace him, so he can get some sleep. But then I do not have any experience of riding ox, that cause our wagon go wrong trail. The sky was dark like almost rain, I was panic. Everyone was in poor health because digest least food. It will take the several days to get back the trail, I scare that we can’t get back in time.
How have things been lately? I’m sure things are a little different without me but I hope you’re doing well. I’m pleased to say that I’m going all right up until now, and I hope to stay healthy till the end of the war. What we were told about war was very untruthful. There is no glamor to war, and thanks to the war our entire generation will be wiped out very soon. The life at the front is terrible. It’s been a month since I have been here but it didn’t take much to realize the difference between our training they gave us and the actual war we had to fight. Within the first week I could tell that the training we received wasn’t anywhere close to enough. The training center never prepared us for the continuous bombing, the continuous rattles of the ground, and definitely not the continuous fear we experience every moment and every second we’re here. The fear that the next explosion would drop right next to you,and you would be dead within seconds. No one trained us to be mentally ready for this trauma. No one ever told us that we would experience the limitless deaths of your pals or friends that would drop dead right in front of your eyes.We were never taught the truth.
The Army has been at war since September 11th, 2001. I learned a very harsh and cold lesson in the fall of 2003. The vast majority of the civilian populace in the countries in which we operate are good people. Unfortunately we find ourselves in situations where good people must die. It is an unfortunate recourse of warfare.
I can 't remember when I began writing as a hobby, but I 've done it long enough for it to feel like a part of me. Everyday, whenever I have time or am in the mood, I try to write something before I go to bed. Whatever that had been scratching at my brain, or something that I want to experiment, I write down before the thought becomes meaningless.
A sense of accomplishment is invaluable to a person. Not only does a sense of accomplishment build confidence and faith in oneself, but it also allows one to reflect on how wonderful the journey to the accomplishment was, and how every little struggle and triumph was worth it. In the middle of summer, where time seems endless and the stress of the previous school year has been shed by students, I never expected to find out that I scored a five on both of the advanced placement exams I took. Nor did I have one-hundred percent confidence the goals we set as section leaders of the marching band would actually be met. Yet to my surprise, I had the good fortune of accomplishing challenging things in both aspects of my life. Both accomplishments, especially my scores on the Advanced Placement exams, gave me a sense of self-confidence and faith in my ability to accomplish my goals that I had