Personal Narrative: A Career As An Administrative Assistant

In the Fall of 2014 I became an RA, Resident Assistant, a position longed for since I entered as a student at Landmark College, a college for students with learning disabilities and autism spectrum disorders. I went into the job aspiring to help other students and build upon the close knit and friendly community that was already in place. My job was to ensure the safety and security of all residents, refer students to appropriate services on campus, and run and plan programs alongside two other RA’s and a Resident Dean.

On my search for a full-time job, I came across this ad. This ad led me to a career option, that I had not be aware of. I had never heard of an occupational therapy assistant. The picture demonstrated what they did, and it moved me. In fact, I wish I had known about them when my mom was ill. We were looking for a physical therapist, and they had said that it would not be a good fit for her. She was ill, but she wanted that independence. Perhaps, an occupational therapist would have been able to help her with that.

Even though it may not sound like it, my most memorable experience is working for a home care company. The company I work for is called Residential Physicians Association. I have been working with this company for 2 years as a Medical Assistant. My role is assisting doctors in making home visits. These home visits are more relaxed than hospital visits because the patients are in the comfort of their own home. It is a rewarding feeling to see how grateful patients are to have a service come out to their house. Taking vitals and drawing blood is my most learned skill I have learned with this job. Doing these small procedures gives me hope that I can one day succeed in major medical surgeries. The opportunity of this job has shaped me to find my calling while enjoying every day of it. Memorable experiences are created every day without realizing, while creating memories is important, it is also important that you are

During the course of my college years, I have considered alternate career options. I have contemplated becoming a physician’s assistant, a dentist, or a podiatrist. Physician’s assistants and doctors play similar roles in clinics; I would still be able to see patients and enjoy the interpersonal aspect of delivering healthcare. Additionally, I would still be able to play an important role in primary care and do my utmost for the sake of my patients, which is hugely appealing.

In this article a young, certified nursing assistant failed to follow the guidelines in properly transporting the resident into her bed. Sadly, the resident ended up falling and receiving bruises, and black eyes due to the negligence of the nursing assistant. Rather than getting the resident help right away she asked a coworker to lie for her and say she had helped her, in order to keep her out of trouble. The co-worker didn’t follow through with the lie and the nursing assistant ended up losing her job and is facing charges of a class e felony, and a misdemeanor, also losing her certification. Griffith, G. (2015, June 3rd) Nursing home aide arrested, arraigned for allegedly neglecting elderly resident.

When it came time to consider reapplying for the Resident Assistant position, there wasn’t a question in my mind. My experience as a first year RA has been phenomenal, albeit challenging. The aspects of this job that I initially thought would be my weaknesses are some of my strongest assets. I recognize that there are many opportunities for improvement in the way that I approach this position, but with the foundation I have built as a first year RA, I believe I can become the model returner. My first semester has been a whirlwind with balancing 17 credit hours, leadership positions on campus, and the RA role all the while having my best academic semester so far. But also, developing stronger relationships with both my residents and team mates

Sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, 7-year-old me swung my feet back and forth under the generic, time-worn furniture and anxiously wrung my sweaty palms. I’d been to the doctor’s before, but with each returning yearly visit the dread that sunk to the bottom of my gut never shrunk. “Jillianne Carrasco?” The nurse called. My stomach turned. I began to shoot my mother a pleading look, but she wasted no time in grabbing my hand and leading me to the smiling nurse waiting at the door, and we both followed her through the pasty white halls to a customary exam room. The nurse closed the door behind us and asked me to take a seat on the crinkly tissue paper cot. She smiled warmly, likely taking note of my nervous breathing and shaky hands.

The blood pooled around and decorated the pavement. My left leg pinned in the kneeling position, as my right leg laid twisted and mangled. I yelled once, and then regained my composure. The sounds of the woman that hit me echoed through the country landscape that surrounded us, and I gazed off into the field in front of me. I remember thinking “This is how I die”. With seconds feeling like minutes, I quickly decided, “My story is not over”. I immediately fell into meditation, practicing deep breath. I followed through a list of coping skills I frequently taught at my job in a mental health hospital. I reflected on lessons of crisis intervention and therapy techniques searching for a way to fight through this tragic event. I tried not to talk to anyone, wanting to conserve my energy, but I could not help but fight the pain with sarcasm and humor. As the EMT arrived I kindly asked for morphine and surprised everyone that I was joking and smiling, despite the

Currently, I am working as a graduate assistant to Dr Melody Eaton, associate director of the graduate program. Dr Eaton is an inspiring woman and provided me many interesting projects to complete. In addition to graduate assistantship, I am doing my practicum at the family practice and pediatric office. This semester I had an opportunity to work with MD and nurse practitioner (NP). This was the first time I had MD as my preceptor. This was definitely an eye opener to me because I noticed a difference in the approach of MDs and NPs. For instance, MD preceptor focused more on diagnosis and treatment while NP on connecting with their patient. Also, I noticed NPs were better able to convince the patient and MDs had deeper understanding of pathophysiology

It was a Wednesday night and my mother had left for her job at Manor Care again. The house felt hollow, mimicking my state of mind. I was lonely and could not find anything to occupy my time. I did not have any siblings and I was left all by myself in our home. Before she left, my mother said to me, “Najee, this is only temporary until I become a Registered Nurse.” Although I was happy that my mother wanted to pursue her career dreams, for me, the nights by myself filled me with an unparalleled void. I had this lingering feeling that I was locked in a bubble, insulating me from the outside world. A once happy boy had turned into a sad child; I had lost my joie de vivre. I no longer had any positive emotions towards anyone or anything. As a result, my grades began to slip and my once stellar academic record turned into something that I knew was not reflective of the type of student I was.

“Letto diciassette!” I froze at the sound of “bed seventeen,” and watched with horror as the Italian nurse ran into my grandmother’s hospital room. The monitors were beeping out of control, yet my heart seemed to be beating even faster and louder. I stood at the end of the dimly lit hall, shaking and unable to move. A health care provider spotted me standing there, desperate, alone, and vulnerable, and made her way over to comfort me. The feelings I experienced next are what I remember most when I look back on that dark and gloomy day in Italy. The feelings of hope, reassurance and genuine kindness. The feeling that a missing piece of my heart had been put back where it belonged. That is what I remember most and that is the role I want to fill as a physician assistant.

A Resident Assistant demonstrates peer leadership in a scholastic, social, and residential environment. I am interested in the Resident Assistant position because of my desire to help others and influence students to make proper choices. In high school, I was involved in various leadership positions such as being the president of Student Government and Varsity Softball Team Captain. Through these positons, I encountered experiences which aided in my development as a leader. In Student Government, I was required to create, organize, and lead various programs throughout the schoolyear. As Captain of the softball team, my responsibility was to be an example of good and moral conduct; and to be a guide towards fair resolution when disagreements occurred. In conclusion, I am a viable candidate because I’ve experienced and demonstrated my problem

It was very exciting to see the Administrative Secretary job posting last spring at Twindly Bridge Charter School! Then I was even more excited to receive a phone call from Mr. Weetman offering the position. Now, I’m ever more engaged and everyday amazed by the dedicated families of Twindly Bridge.

In the Navy, I have been challenged with many decisions over the past seventeen years. Often times I would have to process my thoughts, much faster, than I would have liked. In those times I could of made the wrong choices and let down my supervisors. In the end, the courage to stand on those decisions, only lead me to become the bold woman I am today. I have been fortunate to experience many travels across the globe. In those times I seen over more than twenty six countries, to foreign living, and crossing the deep blue seas. As an Systems Administrator, there was something deeper I had yet to experience. In 2007, I realized my life was just beginning and spiritually it had. Something shifted in everything I put my hands on, and more and

Well the doctor office I normally go, they are nice and polite. I never have problems when I go there. The last time I went which was a couple months ago, the lady at front desk was very unprofessional. She had her pants unbuttoned, playing her music loud, and she was popping her gum. I never seen her before because I usually go earlier in the day. I was very disgusted. The whole time I was talking to her I was thinking is she serious. I could not believe she really like that at her job. I wanted to tell somebody who could do something about it but I did not want to go through some whole extra stuff. I was very amazed that she was hired on though. As a medical assistant, I would make sure I had my hair pulled back and my scrubs were clean and