My Joy Of Life: My First Day At The ABP

Carmen and I have been together for three years. She has always been the half I never had. She picked up my broken pieces when I needed it most, and I picked up hers. No one could ever separate us. We will never forget each other. She loved me, I loved her more.

My second clinical day took place on September 24th, 2015 at Saint Barnabas Hospital in Livingston, New Jersey. My preceptor Maria Brilhante, MSN, RN, allowed me to observe the morning huddle that took place with all the nurse managers that are in the hospital. The purpose of this huddle was to keep the director of nursing informed about the census on each unit. I found this processed to be very uniformed and professional because the DON was engaged. The day went on with me attending meetings on how managers could implement plans to contain cost for the hospital. Maria did her daily rounds on her patients and her nursing staff. She has a folder that contains papers on how each nurse is progressing from the time they get off orientation. Her motto to the nurses is, “You are good at what you do, so when I coach don’t take offense. I am only trying to get you to be great”. This boost their confidence which I thought to be important.

Her ray of love has even brought six kids to this gorgeous state. She had four of them in a life span of six years from the age eighteen to twenty-four. Seven years later she had my sister Chrissy and nine years after that she had me. She would do anything to make this family shine brighter and has shown me to do the same. Her love and affection

Through the entire milestone, she a person that you will never forget because she fills the atmosphere with warmth,

stayed strong even through the times that were tough. And final she lived on to tell our

It is a warm summer evening at Grady Hospital. It is my first day as an emergency room volunteer. I’m nervous and eager, hoping to see something exciting. However, it is surreally quiet. Suddenly, there is word of an ambulance en route. Minutes later the paramedics burst into the trauma slot pushing a man on a stretcher. His head and face are covered with gauze that is soaked through with dark blood. It is a flurry of well-orchestrated movement as the attendings and residents start to resuscitate him. They pull back the bandages to reveal a deep gash that is bleeding profusely. With much effort his vital signs are stabilized and he begins to regain consciousness. Later, after the excitement had passed, I learned what brought him here. He is diabetic and couldn’t afford to properly manage his condition. He had fainted due to hypoglycemia and hit his head. He had almost lost his life because of the unfortunate financial realities of modern healthcare. In that moment, I came to appreciate the very real cost of disease and the incredible role physicians have in ameliorating it. This formative experience was the beginning of my path to medicine.

When going through life, everyone needs a person that will be there with them every step of the way. A person to lean on to overcome the hard times and someone to rejoice with when life is at its highest moments. Thankfully for me, that particular person came to be a minute before I came into this world. My twin sister Kayla Skye Horton is truly my other half in life for an endless amount of reasons. However, due to the fact of time being a determinant in every aspect of life, there are qualities that my Kayla possesses that outshine the others.

When going through life, everyone needs a person that will be there with them every step of the way. A person to lean on to overcome the hard times and someone to rejoice with when life is at its highest moments. Thankfully for me, that particular person came to be a minute before I came into this world. My twin sister Kayla Skye Horton is truly my other half in life for an endless amount of reasons. However, due to the fact of time being a determinant in every aspect of life, there are qualities that my Kayla possesses that outshine the others.

It was pretty odd suddenly coming in during the middle of the school year like this but at least another boy also started today - his name is Arnold but he told me that his reservation calls him Junior. Arnold seemed like he was trying to be nice but his actions came across more as being peculiar and basic signs of someone that I would not usually associate myself with. Reardan is much smaller than my old school but I guess that I should have expected that moving from the city to this exhaustingly infinitesimal farm town. I could tell that it was going to be quite different from the moment that I stepped into my first hour class and there were only nineteen students at the most sitting in the small room. The group of students all seemed pretty close to each other, like they had all gone to elementary school together and their families had cookouts on the weekends. The remainder of the day was uneventful. I skyped my (old?) cheer squad during lunch period - the girls all wanted to make sure that I was doing all right. My immediate answer was a pretty unenthusiastic, “No,” I missed my friends. With a frown I explained that the entire school was one short hallway in length and that no one here knew the good music, we then commenced in a few minutes of light conversation before I had to return to class. I have to get out of this town sooner rather than later, before my mental health takes any more

We pull up to the May Wood County High School, my mom quickly drives off as I get out of the car. I turn to the building, not even two seconds after looking at it, a lady in black comes up to me and grabs my arm. "You need to get in the school before the bell rings young man!" Her voice was eerie in a sense. She dragged me into the building, standing there were tons of other students talking to their friends and socializing. The lady walks back outside to "greet" the other late students. I stand in the middle of the sea of students, not knowing what to do. Everyone was eyeing me and I could definitely hear them talking about me, all of a sudden the bell rang and the flock of kids moved down the hall to their first period. I had to take a quick

I was very worried about going school because it was difficult for me to assimilate the American’s culture especially the language. First of all, I was able to understand the English if someone talks in slow but I never communicated in English. I went school early since it was my first day with nervous heart. Amisha helped me to get the schedule and she introduced her friends to me who were Nepali too. Next, She told me that her friend’s sister have same classes as I have. I felt relieved and I went to my class. I saw a Physic teacher and she said, “are you a new student.” Yes, I am and I told her that I am from Nepal with the scarcity of confident voice. “Oh I have other Nepali students in my class and they can help you.” She was extremely nice and helpful. She explained me the starters, homework and how is the class going to be. After few moment, I saw someone coming and I immediately asked her are you Nepali? She said, “ yes I am and my sister told me about you.” Her name was Manisha and we became a

I had really enjoyed my life in Newmarket, but I was time to start my life in New York City. My dad got a job there, so my mom and I moved there with him. I really liked my last school and had lots of friends there that I would miss dearly. It was the first day of school and I didn't know what the kids at this school would think of me. As I walked to school, I wondered what my fate would be today. I was almost at school when I noticed something unusual. I noticed that all the kids at school walked in cliques. Nobody in a clique talked to others cliques, and it felt like they wanted to isolate themselves. This was weird for me due to the fact that at my old school, everyone talked and socialized to each other. I walked into the giant building, and it was like nothing I had ever seen before. The school was massive, and it was at least 3 time bigger than my old school. I had to find my own way to my first class, and got myself lost several times, but I finally found where it was. I walked into the classroom and the teacher greeted me and I was introduced to the class. I went and found a seat at the very back of the room, where the only seat was available. I noticed as I sat down, the kids started to look at me in a funny way! I wasn't sure what this meant but it made my stomach turn, as if I knew something bad was going to happen. As I walking out of class I got bombarded with tall strong boy’s. They

She’s so wonderful, with her big blue eyes, long brown hair, and red blushes that were as ripe as cherries. She treats me right and I know I will marry her one day. Rudy is her name, she loves it when I call her that. It’s so wonderful to be around Rudy, she laughs at my jokes and truly understands me for who I am. Rudy never judges me on my personality, she enjoys my hobbies, when we cuddle it’s like I’m hugging a cloud, and what I love about her the most is she lets me do all the talking.

The bell rang louder than ever and that meant we had to transition back to homeroom. All of the students huddled into the door frame and pushed and shoved out of the classroom. Me being the smart child just stepped aside and let the stampede pass. When I entered Ms.Erskine’s class, I saw an unfamiliar face sitting next to my other friend Fatim. Fatim and Nevaeh were sitting at the desk chatting away like they were previous best friends. I slowly walked into the classroom confused

She is the one I want, the one who’s there for me, and the woman I am going to marry.