My road into choosing medicine has been a turbulent route, but the bumps and hurdles along the way have created defining impressions on me. Over the years, I have been pushed and pulled into and away from being a physician. I interest in medicine initially sparked my high school friend asked me to take his job in doing his father’s, a primary care physician, paperwork for the year. I was in need of some gas money, so I gladly accepted. After signing towers of paper work regarding HIPAA, I began doing the simple task of scanning medical files and typing them into the electronic system.
I slowly began to grasp the various procedures and medications and drew lines between symptoms and diagnosis. Hours would pass by, before I realized how late
I was born on a cold October morning, well that is something my mother always told me. Perhaps, that is one of the many reasons why I enjoy cold days and drinking coffee. I have live my whole life in Chicago, but I do have dreams of moving somewhere else. My family consisted of my father, mother, and sister, who is my twin, for eighteen years. However, in the past month a new family member got added, Toma Heroine Touka, my kitten. It is a really funny story how she came to be added to my family. It all started when I told my dad “If Germany wins that World Cup, then he should get me a cat.” My dad took it as a joke, but accepted it. Time passed and I saw that I would never get a cat that I can call my own. It was around late November when
On 18Oct16 at 1111 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 19609 Hwy 226 for a disturbance.
A warm bead of sweat rolled down my brow in such a slow manner I thought that I had received a cut on my head and I was bleeding from whacking my head on the door panel when I exited out of the cruiser. I wiped it away as I leaned back against the hood of the car, sweating up a storm in the white polo that was supposed to be a uniform.
On a typical March evening in Naples, I was introduced to this world- not the one in Italy (I wish) but in Florida. Unfortunately, my residence there was only temporary because I skipped around from place to place several times in Florida. In retrospect, however, I can credit my current “rugged individualist” character to these times. The “rugged” part did not until later though, so I was a bashful little boy until then. Anyways, there were several mornings while enjoying my Corn Flakes where I told my mother that I did not feel well so that I did not have to go to school. She did not ever find anything wrong with me, so I would reluctantly pick up my oversized, black book bag and start my day. Consequently, this shyness is what led to my isolationist character, which I did not truly break until the age of around 15. So, in Florida, I lived until the age of ten and I was a “special”, devoted introvert.
My schooling began in Cali, Colombia. At the age of two, my mother matriculated me at local nursery because she worked in the daytime. When I was four, my mother enrolled me in a non-religious private pre-school. The school was known for having a strong program in math and literacy. In my country, education is mandatory until middle school. My homeland uses an alphabet and similar to English it goes from left to right. In pre-school, I remember singing the national anthem every morning. I would stand up alongside of many other students and with our hand across our chest we would sing the entire national anthem. I also remember doing a lot of hands-on activities like counting the elements of each set and making a line to the corresponding number
One foot on the curb, mailbox ajar, I rifled through the stack to find it. All of the other mail glided aimlessly to the grass as I held the envelope tightly. Quickly, I tore open the stark white envelope; my eyes scanned the document quickly. “Was this their nice way of rejecting me, mom?” my voice cracked as I spoke into my cell phone. “Yes, I am afraid it is,” my mom replied, apologetically. That was it…. My moment of truth. My application essays, grades, elementary school clubs and accomplishments were collectively not strong enough to earn myself a seat in the Middle Years Program at Plaza Elementary. My elementary career up to that point consisted of life among the best and brightest at Old Donation Center for the Gifted. In
My name is Keegan Burkart, I'm 16,and I'm a sophomore at Middle Creek High School. I'm curious to see if there are any open positions for after school counselors at Middle Creek Elementary. Any information would be greatly appreciated.
As you will see from the enclosed resume, I have been consistently dedicated and demonstrates great leadership skills. Some of the nursing skills that I perform daily consist of iv insertion, blood administration, bladder irrigation, lab collection and professional documentation. My commitment to personal and professional excellence, ability to work under pressure and my excellent oral communication skills allows me to be a valuable asset in a patient-centered environment.
I realized that my Grandfather was different the first year of preschool. Winter break was fast approaching and all of the garrulous tots were sharing their plans for the weeks off. I, eager as the rest about the holidays, elucidated my plans to travel to my Dziadek’s house for a large Christmas celebration. I explained how my family and I would eat a dinner of fish and babka and later share Oplatek, a holy Christmas wafer. My classmates looked at me with questioning eyes when I elaborated my plans, confused about what exactly a Dziadek and oplatek was. I did not have an answer to their questions, being only five years old. Bewildered, I arrived home and immediately told my mother about how my classmates questioned my grandfather’s identity
My first two years in undergrad, I was a Broadcast Journalism student. Becoming an attorney was not y initial goal when I enrolled. I thought that I would make a promising career as a journalist. But as any other college student, I soon found out that I was too opinionated to have a career as a bias story teller. I became so uninterested in the field that I began to lack effort and just doing all that I could to pass. By my junior career, I was a C average student.
I was born on a very cold winter night in the month of February. I was born into a middle-class family but we lived in a very rough neighborhood in the inner city. I was a very smart child who enjoyed playing sports and participating in various activities at school. Growing up I had a passion for helping others and being a protector for my family even though I was the youngest out of five grandsons. When I was at school in the month of September I remember my teacher cutting on the television and seeing two planes blast through the World Trade Center. I thought it was something out of a movie I was very young when it happened so I didn’t know what was going on. I saw footage of people jumping from the buildings, running through the street trying
Ever since preschool I knew there was something different about me, more specifically my immediate family. I noticed whenever I had a playdate with a friend, there was an older boy as well as older and younger kids in addition to my friend’s mom and her. I later learned those people were her dad and siblings; I had neither.
As a little girl I remember the excitement I felt going into first grade; this was going to be the year we would get homework, learn cursive, and get book reports assigned. Through the years I have noticed many people lack this yearning to learn and attend school- I found this disinterest astonishing, it was saddening to think that others weren’t excited to further their education. Though I never thought I would feel this way, when I was sixteen, my great- grandmother passed away; I found myself in this position of struggle. A loving and mother-like figure in my life disappeared from my life, This led to a series of altering events that in the end made me despondent. I felt alone. At this time of my life I experienced what it is like to not
My childhood is a vague distant memory. I struggle to remember various details of my upbringing; I credit that, partially, to my dedication to a thing called sports. Ever since I can remember, the thought of sports gave me the chills and made me feel a sensation similar to the one I feel when someone mentions the woman I currently share a six month relationship with and I hope to one day call my wife. Ever since I can walk volleyball and soccer were both engraved into my DNA, both being sports my parents played in their teenage days. One of the things that I can remember, rather clearly, about my childhood is that I didn’t always love the idea of doing too many things physically. In fact, I didn’t join a team of any sort until I was 11. The first few months were quite the struggle for me, I came close on a number of occasions to giving up entirely.
Not a terrorist and I will not “go back to my country”. My family fled war-torn Somalia my father is a journalist and got threatened by the al Shabaab terrorist group telling him to stop reporting about them he feared for our families safety. His bravery was rewarded by being offered a job in America to work for a journalist government company. One year later he brought my mother, my siblings and I over. I went to public school and was given strange looks, as if I was an epidemic. It was hard for me to adjust to the U.S I wasn’t accustomed to the language and strange food. My family eventually got used to living here I moved schools a couple of times and every time everyone would ask the same thing “just take that off” And “why