I Am A Mystery Enthusiast

At 17 years old, I had the grueling task of deciding how I wanted to spend 40 plus years of my life. I always aspired to land a career in the medical field, so I majored in biology like most pre-med hopefuls, but during my junior year, I no longer desired to become a physician. The medical field was calling out to me, but the specialty of focus was incorrect. After graduation, I went back to the basics and put my nursing assistant certification to use.

My freshman year everyone had branched off from me and I was pretty much a loner. I didn’t belong to any sports group, academic club, or extra afterschool curricular. It was just me, myself, and I. on day in English class, with Mrs. Nelson we were all given projects which consisted of various assignments on the topic of The Great Gatsby.” While Mrs. Nelson handed out assignments, fairly easy grades right? So wrong. When Mrs. Nelson handed me my assignment, I wanted to die (not literally). For the assignment I had to write a song based on something from the book. After class I asked her why I was given the assignment and if I was able to change it, what she told me gave me the confidence to complete the project and get that

I decided to pursue a career in medicine when I was an adolescent. I scheduled a science-heavy course load in high school. Pursued a degree in Honours Biological Sciences. Shadowed a physician for two months. Graduated with distinction. Applied to medical schools and received my acceptance. My academic and professional career was already planned at the ripe age of fourteen. As the years progressed, my passion and interest in medicine waned. I was left feeling deeply unfulfilled. The career I was pursuing had ceased to be reflective of my interests. I struggled to procure the enthusiasm to apply to medical school, putting it off until I was in my final year of university. Every time I broached

Growing up I never thought about going into the medical field as a career. I did chef and restaurant management, took classes on computer repair and even working in a call center, but never did I think of anything medical. I was living my life content with what I thought was the best that I could ever accomplish. I was sitting thinking one day that I wanted to be able to truly help people. I loved watching medical shows and figured why not, I could do great in the medical field. So for the next few months I did my research and looked for the best option for me. I came across

My life is a bit of a rollercoaster. I knew what I wanted to do since a young age; however, different paths and decisions brought me to my goal in a roundabout way. After high school I decided to take time off before going to college because I was fortunate enough to have a successful career in retail management. Around the nine year mark I decided that I wanted to return to my goal of entering the medical field, which I was already in the process of doing by attending Northeastern and working towards my BS in Biological Sciences. My ultimate goal being to achieve an MS as a physician assistant. When moving into health care I started in the Urgent Care Department which was closely related to one of the fields I am interested in when practicing

As seniors in high-school we are always asked about what career we want to pursuit,and where we want to take our lives. I began thinking about what I like and what subjects I was good at. I found out I loved math and science and was good at them too. Then I knew that the health field was really for me. I began searching for ways for me to see if I really liked it, so I applied to go to scrubs health camp at Augsburg college near my house. I really liked it and saw that my love for kids had me leaning to becoming a pediatrician. I had my doubts on that also because of the number of years of schooling, and one day I stumbled upon a pediatric nurse practitioner occupation and began reading about it. I loved it so much that

I wanted to be like the doctor helping people. I had went through middle school still wanting the same thing, then when it came to highschool. I wanted it more than anything. I searched for high schools here in Charlotte that could offer some kind of medical education that could possible help me pursue my dreams of one day becoming a doctor. I found a school called Phillip O Berry. It is a huge technology school, which also offers, Engineering and Medical Academies. I am currently in my last year here, I did follow through with the medical academy. I am in my last medical class I need. I really enjoyed being able to take these classes here. It has really opened my eyes to what it really is like being in the medical field and the obligations we have. This is just the beginning of the start of my medical career. I will go on until my title is Dr.

Freshman year at Renaissance High School, I was hanging out with the wrong crowd. I was skipping class and didn’t do classwork the handful of times I was in class. Time passed and before I knew it, it was my junior year in high school and while you are supposed to have 33 credits I only had 9 credits and 1 regent exam. When I was 16, I became depressed because I was raped. Throughout the time I spent in therapy, I was considering dropping out of high school. I thought it was too late for me to catch up with the credits I was missing. I felt as if my life had spun out of control and I couldn’t take control again. I thought I wouldn’t be anything besides a Bronx girl from the ghetto who dropped out of school. One night I was talking to an old

Throughout the majority of my life, I had dreams of becoming an attorney and did not consider medicine as a profession until much later in my academic career. I had previously pictured myself pursuing a career in intellectual property rights and hoped to become a patent attorney, given my interest in the scientific field. My interest in patent law led me to take science courses that piqued my curiosity. I soon found myself involved in undergraduate laboratory research, focused on discovering new drugs to treat chronic pain syndromes while preventing drug tolerance and limiting the side effects of conventionally used narcotic pain medications. During my last year of college, I was accepted into law school, however I ultimately did not feel that I was truly pursuing my passion and decided to withdraw my acceptance. I then found myself with a college degree and an unclear direction in life, unsure of what new career I wanted to pursue. Shortly after graduating, I discovered a medical scribe vacancy in my hometown's Emergency Department (ED). Working as a scribe in the ED was a profound experience that undoubtedly shaped my career path and inspired me to become a physician and apply to medical school.

I had to get that audition, if I did I was in. Honor band always had at least one kid from our band in each section. All I had to do was get past Mr. Higgens. I had been stressing that whole week and now it was time. This year the clarinets would go before the saxophones. After everyone had played was when the audition sheets would be handed out. The clarinets played and it was clear who would be given a sheet and who would not. Then it was time for the saxophones, first chair went first as always, that meant I had less time to freak out. Before I knew it, it was my turn. I was just as nervous as I was last year, yes, I had improved but I still had an immense amount of self doubt. I pushed everything out of my mind and began. I got through smoothly, but of course it was hard to determine if I had done well since I was hard on myself. The rest of the saxophones played through and we all waited as our conductor jotted down notes. He picked up the honor sheets and began to pass them out. Only a couple of the clarinets were handed a sheet, he then turned to the saxophone section. He passed one to first chair, then there was a second in between that I swear lasted for hours, my heart seemed to drop but also was under attack at the same time. My mind went to chaos. “This is silly, I'm in sixth grade and stressing out over this?” “ Life will go on if I don't get it.” “ But if I don't I'll always remember.” “This stupid piece of

Let me tell you a short story about this boy. It was 9 o'clock in the afternoon when his parent asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, he said with enthusiasm "I want to be a doctor", not knowing what it is. After that we just went about our days. Ten years later, he's a senior in junior high school getting ready to embark on the road where many have failed. He did what he had to do so that he can graduate. Graduation day was here and pretty quickly. His parents said to him, "no more fun and games, you are going to enter high school. All I want from you is to pass your class of high grades , graduate and go on to college to pursue your career to become a doctor." This kid heard a lot of things when it comes to becoming a doctor and

The day after the Fall Play auditions my sophomore year, I went up to my drama teacher who also happened to be the Fall Play director at the time. I was curious and sad that I didn’t make the cast and if I’m being honest with myself, I was a bit humiliated and angry that I didn’t make it. In my mind it made sense that because I was in the play last year, I would automatically make it. However that was not the case. When I went up to my teacher, Mr. Boles, I asked as calmly as I could, “Mr. Boles, I just want to know what I did to not make cast.” I will never forget what he said to me. He turned to look at me, crossed his arms and said, “You weren’t good enough.” Plain and simple. Cut and dry. Just like that.

JB: For me, filmmaking began with picking up a friend’s camcorder the first time and simply starting to make movies. It was one Saturday a long time ago, I think I was thirteen. From that moment on, I knew there was no other option, and aside from some part-time

The schedule for my freshman year was posted. I glanced at it, and I wasn’t in AVID. I was disappointed in myself. Unfortunately, summer was over and the first day of high school was near. The first day was a typical first day of high school. I couldn’t find my classes, my locker got jammed and the lunch line felt like it looped around the school. When I got home I started working on my homework then I got an email. The email explained that two students had dropped AVID and I was next on the waiting list and if I wanted one of the spots, it was mine. I was ecstatic! I eagerly replied and told them I would take

find my niche. I went from wanting to be a doctor to a nurse and eventually landed on an