College Admissions Essay: A Career As A Guitar

I stood up in front of a hundred curious, gleaming eyes. “Hey guys,” I began, “I’m going to show you why the trombone is the coolest brass instrument ever!” I immediately whipped the slide out and performed a series of sequential glissandos, each one with more vigor than the last. That morning, I was performing with my school’s jazz band at the KIPP Elementary Academy in Philadelphia. Over a decade passed since I had last stepped foot in a Philadelphia school, when I attended the James Dobson School in kindergarten, yet the cozy gymnasium and the children’s crisp uniforms instantly evoked memories of my childhood. But one thing I did not remember from the past was having the opportunity to experience jazz at a young age. Thus, I desperately wanted to display the awesome power of brass instruments that is the soul of jazz music and inspire the kids to partake in the timelessly euphoric journey of music that I am blessed to have taken.

When it comes down to work, I get really serious and determined to finish it all. However, I have a really energetic and fun side. I always try to put a smile on other people's faces whether it be by telling a funny joke or making a fool out of myself. I always keep my side of the room clean and organized, but I am not bothered by somebody else's side of the room. I love to listen to music, preferably Chillstep, before I go to sleep. I have an acoustic guitar that I love to play. My voice is horrible, so if you ever hear me singing, please don't judge. However, if you ever want to go sing some karaoke, I would be so down. I am not going to lie, I snore sometimes. I will most likely be covering my side of the room with posters of soccer players

I began playing the trumpet in the fifth grade. Back then, I loved playing the trumpet. We had band practice at the end of the school day every Tuesday and Thursday, and I looked forward to those rehearsals every single week. I loved it because in elementary school, the directors didn’t care about my tone quality. They didn’t care about how talented I was. They couldn’t care less whether or not I practiced. I loved it because it just gave me an opportunity to socialize with my friends more.

Like almost every other 3rd grader in my elementary school, when the enrichment program came to talk about joining the orchestra and band, I was fascinated. I admired the kids, not much older than me, who could play their instruments flawlessly and effortlessly. Immediately I knew that orchestra was for me, and I rushed home with a paper in hand begging my mom to let me take lessons at my school. Originally, I wanted to play the cello and pleaded with my mom to let me play one; I loved the deep, rich sounds of the strings. Instead, my mom convinced me to play the violin, a less expensive instrument and much easier to carry around than a cello.

Soccer, football, lacrosse, and basketball, just to name a few, allowed my two older brothers to display their talents. Sticking to what they knew, my parents attempted to involve me in some sport, but it was apparent to me quite early on that I had another calling. When I was about four years old, I asked my parents if I could learn how to play the violin. The only reply I ever received at that age was a slight chuckle of doubt from my parents, whom envisioned a dusty wooden instrument being stowed away in a closet, never to be seen again after just a few lessons. So while equipped with only the rushing mind of a toddler, the notion of me learning violin was pushed to the back of my mind. It wasn’t until I was about seven years old that I

With the start of medical school, studying basic sciences opened a door to the world enriched with years and years of research. With each passing semester, I gained more knowledge about the biochemical, physiological and anatomical aspects of medicine. The more knowledge I acquired, the more eager I became to apply what I had learnt into clinical practice. Those two years formed the foundation

Music was my entrance into the world of writing. When I didn’t have access to books, listening to songs such as Beyoncé’s “Irreplaceable” and Raven-Symone’s “This Is My Time” helped me get through the many days in middle school where I was bullied and isolated myself from everyone. My social isolation led to my first bout with depression. As I kept to myself, I wrote my own songs, pouring my heart into each and every word. However, fully perfecting the craft was difficult because I did not know how to perform the music I created. Fortunately, there are organizations that enable children to learn how to play instruments, and one of those organizations is Hungry For Music.

I don’t always write letters of introductions, but when I do, it's in Composition class. Now when I think about myself I tend to think of a few things in particular. The first of them being photography and video directing/editing. Over the summer, I got a new camera, a Nikon D3200. It's fairly nice so I use it quite often. I take pictures of mainly my friends. We've gone to places like Swiss Valley just to take pictures. I've even had people ask to do photoshoots and senior pictures for them. Also, now that I have this new camera I'm starting to make movies. I own a video editing program called adobe premiere, it's very nice and fun to use. So now my friend Connor and I are trying to make movies. But we don’t exactly have a ton of time to do

Throughout my experience as a surgical patient, I always noticed three things my medical team never failed to perform: inform, educate, and care for me. Through my frequent visits to the hospital I began to notice that these ideals were essential in every successful physician-patient relationship. As I progressed in my career as a student, I came to realize that the academic and extracurricular activities I was involved in were helping me perform those very qualities.

I was born and raised in Bronx, New York. Some people might know “The Bronx” for the famous Yankee Stadium. Where “Jenny from the block” came from otherwise known as Jennifer Lopez, The Bronx Zoo, or where Hip Hop first started. I would say that all of that culture would play a part in what career path I have chosen. When I tell people what my future goals are they always look at me with a funky look. To most people, I am not the girl you would think would be in uniform on a boarder. My short term goal is to prove them wrong and continue to be much more. Going back to the beginning of February 11th of 1996 would be taking it a little too far. Fast forwarding to around the year of 2000 would be just fine to start my story. When I was younger

“20-year-old male - gunshot wound to chest, ETA now.” Covered in blood and unconscious, the patient arrived two minutes later, and the shock room dissolved into organized chaos. Most of that morning was a blur, but what I will always remember is watching the trauma surgeon operate. He acted fluidly and meticulously, and it was through his composure that the team remained calm and the patient was stabilized. One day, I want to have that same positive impact on patients’ lives. Surgeons are granted the privilege of treating patients when they are most vulnerable, as patients literally put their lives into their surgeon’s hands. This trust creates an unparalleled doctor-patient relationship. Developing this bond with my patients is why I pursued a career in medicine.

Before the procedures I gathered the supplies needed - A surgery pack, suture material, gloves and a gown for the doctor, and I set up the surgery table by turning it on and covering it with a clean towel. I then made sure that the oxygen level was on full and that the isoflurane in the anesthesia machine was full. I made sure that the correct size breathing tubes and bag were also on the machine, surgery fluids were hung and ready to be connected to the patient, and the monitoring machine we have was ready to go.

Since early childhood, I have been fascinated by the complexity of the human body. The curiosity for its functioning and potential dysfunction led me to medical school and allowed me to successfully complete my training at the University of Brescia In Italy; far away from my family, fending for myself, learning a different language, living in a different culture and studying without help.

“The Process Improvement in Stanford Hospital’s Operating Room” case has many issues when it comes to regards to its existing instrument provisioning process taking place within the Operating Room (OR) of Stanford’s Hospital. This process entails getting instruments ready for a surgery in the OR and the cleansing of these instruments afterwards; however, there are many problems that arise in this process.

Have you ever wanted to learn an instrument, but were unable to commit to expensive and time-consuming lessons? Many people identify with this dilemma, but one instrument, the guitar, can be mastered inexpensively and with a busy schedule. The guitar is a beautiful instrument that can be personalized to a musician's pace. Convenient guitar lessons can be utilized online or through apps, like YouTube, completely free. To fully enjoy and appreciate the instrument, it is helpful to learn some background about the guitar. The guitar was first invented in the fifteenth century but was only enjoyed by the elite class of Spanish society. However, in present day, the guitar is a choice instrument for musicians of all genres because of the range and variety of sounds that it can provide. Due to its popularity, many people try to learn how to play the guitar but quickly abandon practicing due to sore