Personal Narrative: Co-Op Placement Of Purpose

In the beginning of the semester, I felt a little annoyed that I had to plan a personal goal. I was afraid that I was going to fail once again during the journey of losing weight. My personal goal was to lose five pounds by April 1, 2016. I had planned to achieve this goal by eating healthier snacks, exercising, and meal prepping. Trying to achieve this goal was not easy. I had a constant temptation of breaking my diet and I kept trying to buy fast food whenever I saw myself tight with my school and work schedule. However, I was able to achieve my goal because I was meal prepping every night, I kept an alarm on my phone to remind me when I should be exercising, I read articles that provided me with a list of healthy foods, I carried a picture

Prior to walking in, my expectations for what I was about to partake in and experience were all over the place. I didn’t know whether to expect the absolute worst types of situations going on such as people being rushed into medical rooms or the most basic situations such as patients waiting for a strep throat test. I did expect to see a wide range of patients in terms of race, class, age, and gender. Contrary to the patients, I didn’t expect to see a wide range of race, class, age, and gender within the staff. I expected to see mostly female nurses, and male doctors, majority being Caucasian and middle age. I didn’t expect there to be that much security or any type of possible crime that could go on within a medical facility. I expected the waiting area and facility to be very large, large enough to accommodate a lot of patients at once. Lastly, I expected that taking our field notes would be a challenge because writing notes down in front of patients would be awkward and during interviews it would be hard to conduct a good interview while writing the whole time.

I was at Hamad General Hospital shadowing medical professionals of different specialties to get an overall idea of what the medical career was like, I was at ED (Emergency Department) when suddenly and with no previous warning “Cardiac Arrest !,” yelled the nurse, in moments emergency specialists were standing above the 16 year old male patient head sorting out CPR, AED etc..; first shock was delivered, the second and third followed, but the teenager didn’t even blink, he lay lifelessly, few more attempts and the white blanket was pulled over him; I couldn’t believe my eyes, I had witnessed an in-hospital death for the first time; trembling and shaking, I walked out of Bay-1, with a completely new meaning of medicine.

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.

I stepped behind the front desk of Spirit Medical Center’s emergency room to begin the night shift of April 23, 2002. Half of the rooms were already filled and my coworkers busied themselves moving throughout the sterile halls. If it weren’t for my pager calling me and two other nurses to take on a patient that would be arriving shortly in an ambulance, I would have been a part of the rush. Meanwhile, I observed the friends and families that occupied the uncomfortable wooden chairs in the waiting room. The majority of them wore a somber expression on their faces, but there were the few that had tears streaming down their cheeks uncontrollably as they took advantage of the conveniently located tissue boxes. My observations were soon distracted by the sound of approaching sirens.

As a paraprofessional one of the biggest problems that is face is the collaboration between the team of the student you work with. I work on a team of twenty-one people who I must communicate with most of them daily or weekly basis. The main issue I face is working with the Special Education teacher and regular classroom teacher in curriculum. The reason being is that I don’t get things modified for my student occurring to the IEP and preview the materials ahead of time. Just being given the material to work with the day of is hard because if I must modify I don’t get the planning time to do so. Then I run into the student having behaviors cause the material is too hard. Looking at the problem-solving worksheet from De Boer I really like the

I am interested in learning more about chapter fives Knowing Ourselves through Introspection because I am always interested in learning more about myself. I enjoy reading things about my personality especially when it’s right. Horoscopes, zodiac signs, blood types, genetic’s, and birth order are all things that interest me just because they act as an reinforcer to why I act the way I do. So this is just another way for me to understand myself and I enjoy that. I believe that this is important because knowing oneself means that you can control yourself and become a greater part of society. Socrates one of the greatest known philosophers who question both identity and existence. He believe that without understanding yourself one would not be able to know anything (Socrates).

I was just going to work like every day. I was listening to the radio and they were having a thing were you call in and whoever was the fifth caller won two tickets to a NFL football game. So I call knowing I probably won't win but then I WON. I was so excited i called off work for friday saturday and sunday for it and i am bringing my cousin jaden and he said yes he would come and he can't wait to come with me. So we're both getting ready for tomorrow morning when were getting on the plane to go to california to see the panthers vs the lions i'm cheering for the panthers and cousin is cheering for the lions and we are betting 100$ on the team we want to win

My bare feet slap against the smooth, cold floor as I graze my hand across the fractures of the dark gray walls. Patients walk around me with nurses scolding them like monstrous mothers. Compared to all the psychos in here, I seem to be an angel. I never talk back, I always listen, I do what they say. Nurse Helen even said I may be released in a month's time. The workers don’t understand why I was sent here, and neither do I for that matter. I can ignore his voice, I can reject his advances on my mind, I...

For the course “Communication in Place”, I believe I deserve a grade of eight out of ten for participation. This course has allowed me to view the spaces around me with a philosophical position like never before, and observe the way place has an effect on patterns of communication. The ideas presented to me over the semester were engaging and interesting, and will have an impact on the way I perceive myself moving throughout space in the future.

My supervisor, one of the head nurses, hurriedly pulled me to the corner of the bleach white hospital room and directed me to put on gloves, an eye mask, and a face mask. I felt as if I was preparing for war as I put on all of the required gear. The sound of expensive shoes click-clacked down the hallway indicating the arrival of two doctors who rushed into the room and shouted out orders to the staff while pulling the doors to the room shut along with the curtains. Two doctors, eight nurses, an intern, and a dying patient squeezed into the already claustrophobic ten by fifteen-foot room. The machine monitoring the patient’s vital signs continued to beep incessantly as my heart rate accelerated. Throughout my internship, I had never seen a patient in critical condition until that moment. I remembered my teacher’s advice if we were ever in a situation such as this: take a few deep breaths and sit down if you feel like you’re going to pass out. In that

Putting me in this situation that I don't like. Getting seductive every sexy white girl I see or something is chasing me. this is a big huge mistake that causes me to be in my lust of nature. That I can't possessive their fears of silence and dishonest myself to be in their handsome favorite heart. This is sick when there are trying to kiss me, the dirty feeling when there are trying to get in my pants, and mind trick gross when they want sex whenever. They want to touch my body so badly and so I let them touch me. It hurt me so much that when they use me has their own sex tool and I let the dark ruin my heart. That makes me be use by them like a sea siren of beauty. Then I push them away so I could inhale and exhale in my life again. It's

When I was 11 years old, I was at odds with my own survival. I had been a part of the small subset of the population experiencing complications to a routine day surgery. Perhaps I could’ve gone without removing my adenoids, my family could have gone without returning back to Ukraine, and my surgeon could have gone without knicking that artery - but it was unintended consequence of healthcare delivery that many people experience every day. Through the years I have worked in various aspects healthcare from research to retail pharmacy, corrections, and now the inpatient hospital setting. Through all of this, I participated in the delivery of healthcare at a technician level. Having done so, I feel as if I overstayed my welcome.

“Something has to be done about our students in the afternoon. They are running around and leaving class before their buses are called. Oh and let me not get on them knocking on the office windows and blocking the walkway.” These are just a few of the comments that were said during our weekly administrative meeting. However, what came afterwards I never expected to happen. Ms. Aman turned to me and said “Courtney this is going to be your task.” I need for you to design and implement a different afternoon dismissal procedure. I had no idea what I was going to do, however I was ready to undergo on the challenge.

I grew up as a serious child. I remember choosing to watch a national geographic documentary about fractals one night instead of watching the cartoon finale all my friends were talking about. I was also very shy, I would never step further than 5 feet from my parents in public. I couldn’t ask for directions, ask a worker in a supermarket where to find something, and I would point to an item on the menu at a restaurant instead of asking for it. In middle school my struggle with depression began and I withdrew even more. The book sale taught me how to come out of my shell and communicate with people and it taught me that people are interesting. Before I never really engaged in people, but meeting lots of interesting characters each month taught me that. Bill Nye said, “Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t.” I really took that to heart and started being interested in other people's knowledge and experiences.