Creative Writing: An Interview As A Medical Assistant

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”

It was the year 1996 in the month of June, I will never forget that month and year because it

Meet Doc! This little cutie sweetly lopes around while making little snuffly sounds. He LOVES playing with his tugging toys especially if it’s with his sister. If one of them has a stick or toy, the other will grab the other end and they will pull each other around. Doc is overjoyed when he gets to play or snuggle with kids and is all-around-adorable.

My interview was done with Mrs. Elkins. She is a Pharmacist at the local drug store. In the interview, she stated that she has voted for many years. She also went on to say that she likes to volenteer to several organizations in our community. Mrs. Elkins stated that it is our civic duty as a citizen to help out our community. As a citizen, she said, that if everyone would give just a little to our community, it would make it a better place for the next generation. Mrs. Elkins has had her chilfedn involved in community organizations since a small age. With her children now adults, she stated that they are still involved in the community.

“Dad, slow down! The RV is swaying back and forth. We are going to have a wreck!” screamed Clayton frantically from his seatbelt on the couch.

I inhaled and felt the warm smoke fill my lungs. I held it for a moment and exhaled, watching the smoke float off into the air above me. I passed the joint down to the next person in the circle. Then, someone put a bag of white powder on the coffee table. Drugs have been picking up popularity over the decade, and with it being 1969, I should really join the party.

When asked about my UMA experience the way I would sum it up would be this school is there for the students from start to finish and even beyond. UMA goes as far as helping their students/ alumni find careers in their areas. This school is nothing shy of being abundant loads of support. From classroom support, to your instructor, to any financial questions you may have there is always someone there ready to assist you. I would recommend UMA to all of my friends and family because I was given the opportunity to experience how amazing UMA staff is. It is breath taking in how much help is offered for the students that are taking online classes. UMA is a well-organized school from the curriculum to the staff. I was assured that I was not alone

The room is filled with machines and nurses surrounding a patient. Three paintings, all of beautiful flowers line the walls of the hospital room. The machines are screaming and yelping, but the nurses just reassure us it will be alright. Olly, with his dark brown eyes and perfect brown combed over hair, and I watch as Olly’s father fight death.

Jude sits in Dr. Harris’s office waiting for the nurse to call for her. Everything is that awful pastel green and white color. The chairs, the walls, the posters. Everything. Jude hopes the nurse will call her back soon. Dr. Harris’s office is much nicer looking. They’re usually quick with the cancer patients. Jude, starting to feel sick again, it’s probably the awful color of the room. She gets up to find her way to the restroom when the nurse calls her name. She holds it back and walks over to the nurse.

The thumping of the heart is like thunder rumbling from a distance. I sweat heavily realizing that one slight shake of the hand can be a difference of life and death. Despite my exhaustion, I volunteer to perform an emergency before the closing of the shift. The young girl whose appendix burst flooding her organs, desperately needed a surgery. Her stomach is now going up and down, up and down; she is under anesthesia.

Creative writing Blank! Blank walls, blank sheets, white fluorescent lights glaring with piercing eyes onto the rows of endless tiles. Smacked with the stale smell of hospital air the kind that forces your diagram to gasp for air, I somehow managed to find a seat. Dozen of people surrounding me sit anxiously waiting, just waiting, their small sided conversations are drowned out by the small television in the corner of the room.

James grabbed after her, but she all but melted away down the stairs, running for all she was worth. Which, as it turned out, was quite a bit. Gabby was damaged, and terribly so, but she was desperate to preserve whatever was left of herself. James stepped into the basement, looking at her as she held the bottle. Flashes of memory, a bathroom, a phone, a threat oh so like this. But he had little doubt that this was going to end very differently. He weighed his options. If he let Gabby go, she'd essentially kill them all. he had no doubt what his fate would be. What Callie's fate would be. He wouldn't let it happen. He loved his daughter, but he couldn't let her destroy them. Closing his eyes, feeling tears start to form at what was about to

The once bright and clear sky had been taken by the now dark and stormy night, and the highway next to the forest looked gloomy as ever. Tall pine trees surrounded both sides of this highway, and through the trees came a mysterious van. In this van was a group of 16 year old girls and they didn't know it yet, but in twenty four hours, they would encounter one of the most infamous criminals of their time.

The silence echoes around the room, dripping from the walls and puddling in her head. She takes a step in the direction of the swirling dark tower. It erupts from the ground like a bone from the skin of a child. Her feet feel like weights, trying to hold her back, keep her from the pain. But there is something that keeps her going, some sort of sick twisted part of herself she keeps hidden in the depths of her mind. She reaches the base of the tower and looks up.