Personal Narrative Analysis

Upon the genesis of my medical passion; at the age of seven, I somehow thought it was possible to also be an astronaut, a firefighter, a lawyer, a teacher, a fashion designer, a singer, etc. I thought I wanted it all but my heart never changed. Throughout high school I kept an open mind as a way of making sure I could hold on to this lifelong commitment that is a career in medicine. While exploring my other interests and desires, I was reminded of the reason why I was pursuing medicine, the heart behind it all. It is my first love.

Heels together, feet at a forty-five degree angle. Weight equally distributed between both legs," the commander stated with a confident tone in a respectable manner. "Chest is to be lifted and slightly arched so that your arms hang naturally along the seams of your trousers." I was quickly overwhelmed by the meticulous instructions as I attempted to follow. "Adjust your skull so that your head is aligned with your spine. At this position you will not move or speak unless directed otherwise." I could only reflect on the concept of standing completely still, so much as to forget what the leader had stated so clearly. But then I remembered that this challenge was what I had volunteered for, and l refocused on the task at hand. It was the first day of summer school, just before my senior year, at Massanutten Military Academy.

This is my first online class. I will be graduating next fall with my associates in Human Services. I have enjoyed all of my classes over the last couple of years, except Math. I am not a great Math student.

I have started working for Staples in Burlington, MA as a Part-time Sales Associate since June 9th, 2016 and I am currently working. My responsibility as a Sales Associate is to be responsible for providing excellent customer service. Perform front end responsibilities such as cashier, returns, and reserve online pick up in store. Utilize operational interactivity to comfortably connect with customers. Respond resourcefully to customer requests and concerns. Process accurate and efficient sale and return transactions. Understand and utilize selling skills to engage and present solutions to customer. Able to multitask on assorted merchandising and sales responsibilities.

I feel the breeze of air on my face as I walk through the sliding glass doors of my local Whole Foods. A colorful array of flowers, fruits, and vegetables await me, arranged in aesthetically pleasing displays that entice my senses and draw me into the store. As I make my way towards the produce, I am met with two arrangements of apples, one of them with an organic sign plastered across it. The words of praise towards organic rings in my ears as I try to decide between these two nearly identical looking pieces of fruit. Hesitantly, I grab the more expensive, organic brand, leaving behind the ripe, less pricey, and perfectly reasonable apples.

Growing up away from home, I imagined myself in various roles. Fixing a career was easy in those days, but as I grew older, I wanted to take responsibilities and ingrain the sense of happiness and satisfaction in a profession. Gradually, I saw myself climbing up the mountain of medical world where the pebbles of uncertainty and discouragement never wore me out. The farther I grew, the more I wanted to achieve. Of course, Genius minds are not born, but working with great mentalities, learning from errors and having a persistent desire to excel can make you one. In my quest to deeply understand it, before scouting for options, I saw myself devoting extra hours in hospital milieu learning the intensity with which the physicians work.

Some people give themselves a pep talk before doing anything scary or new for the first time? I have to admit, I am a scary cat, some might say a wimp, but I always try to attempt or overcome them with a complaint here and there. I learn to enjoy the "dangers" and just go with the flow type of girl. I could not be I am without the choices I have made because I have life-changing fear, strong willpower, and open heart to possibility.

Travelling throughout the dirt roads in the green state of Michoacan, Juan Cabezas Jr. expected a pleasant afternoon. He is a carpenter who travels from village to village often taking roads isolated throughout the countryside, but on this sunny day with spotted clouds in the sky he expected what any other human being would expect, a calm day, he was wrong. As he drove along the road, he thought he was alone, but he soon began to see a convoy of large Ford pickup trucks. The convoy then began to snake in front of his car eventually bringing him to a hault. Men in ski masks armed with what seemed like American made rifles, handguns, even grenade launchers. A man soon approached my cousin Juan telling him to keep his head down because these men

It's been a week since my summer of 2015, time has come and gone by slow, seems to be hour by hour and minute to minute, I've started scarlet's letter and a novel about naval warfare by Author James H. Cobb. I started a diet to thin up for Hawaii and intensified my daily exercise routine, more lifting and strength building. On Tuesday I managed to get my desktop back from my little sister, for her birthday she got a laptop as a gift, so I saw an opportunity to use another person's gain to aid in a gain of my own. The five or so old desktop that was originally mine is now back on my desk, However my sister being so young has utterly mutilated the computer, The job of restoring the computer hasn't started due to my personal procrastination.

I always saw myself as somebody who was invincible. Doesn’t everybody? To a certain extent at least. I always joke around saying I have nine lives like a cat. So far I have already used up four. Three out of the four are car accidents. I don’t think I am meant to be behind the wheel of an automobile. It was the summer of 2013. My last year of high school, and I was determined to get my license for my senior year. Low key every student wants to be that cool kid driving up to the parking lot, and slowly getting out of your parents 2005 Chevy Malibu. Or was I the only one? Throughout the summer my uncle Marco would take me out driving early in the morning, or late at night. If it was the latter, we would be driving at the empty parking lot at the mall in El Centro. I was becoming a pro at driving. Till August 5th, that all changed my perspective on driving, and most importantly my life.

Since my childhood, my mother has always told me to imagine who and where I wanted to be. Growing up in the family I did, and being the first-born, I was always expected to do the best academically and nothing less. For me, that expectation was quite simple to maintain throughout my academic career. When I was younger, my grandmother had a stroke. At, that moment, the only person capable of saving her life, was the neurosurgeon. After witnessing that miracle was life that he gave her, I was sure of one thing. One day, I wanted to perform the same miracle and more. Self discovery is a process that one undergoes as changes occur. As I learn more about myself, I know that medicine is not only a field of study I am pursuing because of expectations of my

Sleep is something of a privilege for new parents – or so Blaine and I discovered that first night. Truth told, I heard mothers often complain that they couldn’t remember the last time they slept through the night or about how the baby kept them up all night, but I thought they were exaggerating. I know otherwise now, don’t I? Another thing I learned is Colby has a set of lungs on him, and he doesn’t hesitate to show them off when he wants something. Not that I mind, I assure you, for I’d do anything for our son without hesitation. Besides, I’m more fortunate than some of those women considering Blaine and I traded off throughout the night, my husband willingly foregoing sleep to take care of our beloved little one. Still, I’m amazed

The day started off like every other day of our vacation. We woke up at 6 o’clock, ate breakfast, then headed outside to do our daily chores. Me and my friends, Olivia, Michael, and Ryan all decided to take a vacation out to a dude ranch in Wyoming because we all thought it would be a good idea to get away from the stress of college. Little did we know that our vacation was about to take a turn for the worst. We had just finished moving the cows into the field closest to the barn when we heard a bloodcurdling scream come from inside one of the cabins. We quickly dismounted our horses and Ryan and Olivia took the horses back to the barn while me and Michael rushed to where the cabins were located to figure out where the scream had come from.

Speculate a moment: can the universe be justly called infinite? I doubt it. It may not have a perceivable end, but it had a beginning. And its constituent parts certainly have a limited cosmological shelf life. Just like the universe, with so much for us to look forward to, can our potential truly be considered limitless? Perhaps we relate closer to that of comets, sauntering about space till we reach our subsequent conclusion either burning up or colliding with something larger. If anything, we always end up somewhere.

I was born into a family of limited means, but I never felt as though I wanted for anything. My parents could never provide me with much in terms of material wealth, but they did impart to me something much more precious: a love of knowledge and the understanding that a well-lived life must begin with compassion and service to others. Taking their messages to heart, my siblings and I worked hard to achieve and earn our way to success. Through high school, college, and into medical school, I always thought about how I might better myself and how I might use my talents to improve the lives of those around me. In medicine, I feel as though I have a career that will provide me with both intellectual challenges and an ability to serve others. I took particular interest towards internal medicine while our clinical rotations were going on. As each day was a true revelation, and I was most fascinated with diversity of patients, mixing of acute and chronic conditions and problem solving process as going from symptoms to diagnosis.