Personal Narrative: My Certified Field Navigator

As I exit the locker room, I strap on my black cleats and tighten my gloves. I grab my silver helmet with the lightning bolt logo, touch the sign that says “Play Like A Champion Today,” and walk into the tunnel. Finally, we hear our team’s name, and we run onto the field ready to defeat the fear of losing embedded in our minds. The opportunity arose, and whether we seized it or not, this would be my last game. We took away from that day more than just a win, or a loss. As somber as I was to let this moment go, I knew I had not let my team down. There was no anguish, no agony. These lessons from football have carried over in my journey to become a physician. I knew I wanted a career in healthcare, and football has better prepared me for that.

This year started with many changes to my and the other paraprofessionals schedules. For the first month or so I didn’t know where I would be assigned for the day. I started out with Ms. Ireland and her crew of sixth graders. I was comfortable with this assignment because I was familiar with the students. Then we had the turnover of several paraprofessional positions. One left to pursue a different career, another didn’t come back after summer break and another just left. So we were down to a crew of five paraprofessionals when we started with eight. It took some adjustment and some new hires but we finally got to a “normal” schedule and we each knew where we were expected to be daily. (Most of the time)

This summer, in the first week of August, we went to Brighton, Michigan. I along with my grandma Sharon, my same age uncles: Logan and Cole, and my brother Hayden were all going. At 10:30 AM we left, getting into her in her car piling our stuff in. This consisted for me of 3 books, a deck of cards, a stick of deodorant and a few changes of clothes. I finished the first book, Rangers Apprentice The Lost Stories, about three hours down the road and halfway through it we stopped at the Iowa I-80 truck stop, the world's largest truck stop, for lunch. After that I talked with Cole for another two hours. We stopped at a rest stop just out of Chicago and stretched out our legs. from there it was a straight run up into Michigan and from there into

First I just want to point out the obvious and say that you have an enormous heart. It must be so hard for you meeting these inmates and seeing their potential and most times seeing them revert to their old ways. I think that has to be the most painful part of it all. I know your supervisor once told you “our mission can’t be affected by individual successes or failures.”- Alice Layton. Which is what kept you going. It’s true, but it doesn’t take the sad disappointing feelings away. It’s amazing what you do, but it’s also very hard emotionally. For that I salute you. I love how invested you truly are. That fact that they feel comfortable enough to speak to you about the crimes they have committed is insane. That just goes to show how committed you are to helping them better themselves. In addition to

My palms were sweaty as I began the process of gearing up for what was ahead of me. The many ideas of what I could possibly accomplish today were whirling around in my head. One beat up shin guard after another, I covered them with a crystal clear white sock to match the dark colored jersey. I took a deep breath lacing up my new cleats I’ve been longing to wear out. The talk from around me was not my focus at the moment, so I stood quietly and put in my ear buds.

As I step out onto the field I smack in the face the aroma of the freshly cut grass. I get the sense of being home after a long trip away. It’s great to be home where I know I have fans that will cheer us on. The grounds crew is out working on the field to get it ready for the game later tonight.

My carrier goals is to finish the BA in healthcare management & leadership. I have already finished two associates and three certification. In order for me to accomplish my goals it helps me to be strong and to have faith of myself. I have three beautiful children’s and at the beginning of my accomplished I was single mother of two, then I met my husband and I have a baby with him. My children had never stop me from finished my goals, unlike they give me more strengths to keep going in life. So far, I accomplished already my first part of my goals, now I am completing my second part of my goal, and I am thinking to keep going until my Master degree. When it comes to education, I believe that there is nothing that stop me. I may not have a higher

Though I have another year and a half before I complete my schooling, it is always important to find out as much information about my future field of work. Knowing what is to be expected when going in for a job interview will not only be a bonus for myself, but allow me to feel confident when giving answers.

I sat at the kitchen counter, staring at the green cabinets and bowls of fruit. I wanted to play in tonight’s soccer game, but my mind was still foggy from the drugs I received in the hospital the day before. I didn’t want my teammates to see me like this. My hair was matted from where my head rubbed against the blue hospital pillow, and a wrinkled piece of clear tape secured a nasal feeding tube onto my cheek. I hated what the tube meant: that I was inadequate and that I couldn’t drink by myself. I was someone who insisted on doing everything on my own, and the thin, flexible tube was a physical reminder that I could not. My mom and dad lauded my bravery, but I dismissed them. I didn’t believe bravery was dictated by necessity.

Today, was a crazy and long day. This week I am only teaching Math, Daily 5, and Social Studies. During Daily 5 today Mrs. Haberman the principal came into observe me. I went through the interactive lesson before class, but I should have looked over the directions a little bit better. I tried to put the incorrect word into the box, and Mrs. Vavra told me that I needed to make sure I knew what it was asking me to do. I can’t believe I let this happen especially since Mrs. Haberman was in there. I was nervous about her coming in already and now I am nervous to see what she has to say about the lesson. It was not my best lesson by far and of course it had to be the one that Mrs. Haberman was observing. I personally I think the problem was that

It took me a good twenty minutes of washing my face to reach the point where I no longer resembled a bleeding smurf. I stood at the ugly orange sink in the bathhouse scrubbing the red and blue face paint off, the hand soap burning my pores. It was a beautiful August night; my co-counselor was watching our campers back at the cabin as they went to bed. We played a game called “Goldie Rush” earlier that evening. We ran around the campgrounds in search of “gold” and whichever team returned with the most gold would win. For whatever reason it seemed like the game needed a little more, that being having our faces painted by our campers.

The wind rushes through my hair as I speed through the back roads to my happy place. The humongous corn fields quickly disappear into my rear view mirror when I rip off the road into the field. I can feel the bass bouncing through out my jeep as Shania Twain blares through the speaks of my jeep. With my windows down, I’m sure everyone in 4 mile radius can hear my music too. My hands grip the leather wheel as I hit each bump of the open field. As I hear my friends singing Party For Two with me, a laugh escapes my mouth. I know my friends aren’t paying attention as I speed up to hit the steep 2 foot drop off. My body leaves my seat as I scream with joy, but Lexie and Mackenzie scream with terror as they bounce around their seats. Over dramatic

I was very excited to learn about SNAP benefits because that’s something that I know I ill use at my practicum. In Temple, Texas hundreds of people suffers from hunger and most of the victims are children. So I knew that this was a area that I had to pay close attention to. Not that WIC and health insurance wasn’t just as important but I just felt as though SNAP was something that I should do my best at understanding. The SNAP part of the class was very detailed and I was able to grasp the concept of it. During the class we had three fifteen-minute breaks, during those breaks I took advantage of the time and started networking with the other students. Only because the student that were in the class with me are also other social work intern, but they attend Baylor

In my junior year of high school (2014-2015), three months before summer vacation. On a typical windy day in Las Vegas was passing by. Periods one, two and three had passed. The bell was about to ring for students to be in their fourth period. Two minutes pass and the bell rings. In room of two hundred in Durango High School, the students were talking. Mr. L, the teacher in charge, was in the teachers room to make copies for the assignment of that day's lecture. It didn't take more than five minutes before he returned and yelled “get into your seats!” Each student ran to get to their seats to begin class. He started class my informing the students that hospitals wanted a few volunteers. That if we were interested, to grab a copy of the requirements needed and to go online to print the application. Around this time, is when I did not know what to do with my life. Which I ended zoning out and found that he had started lecture moments later. When the bell rings,

Anyone that is a Christian, a Christ-follower, should be living a life that is focused on advancing God's agendas. Whether you work in a boardroom, behind a desk, on a forklift, or selling cars, you should be working to bring others to the saving grace of Jesus Christ. When your feet hit the ground in the morning, you have entered the mission field. Every encounter is an opportunity to be the example of Christ to a really messed up world. You should ask God to open your eyes to opportunities to serve others. You will meet people all along the way in the business world that are hurting.