Personal Narrative: My Scientific Autobiography

There have been many instances where I have collaborated in this course, one being peer reviews. As I shared my work with others, I started to notice trends that provided insight on how I analyzed works. I realized that I was already looking for patterns in works and suspending judgment, which were skills I had learned in my previous courses. However, there were steps of the analytical process that I needed to strengthen. These steps included pulling out significant parts and making the implicit explicit. Growing up, I have always struggled with absorbing information when reading, and this semester proved to me that that this hindrance would not magically disappear. When reading sources, I struggled to find main ideas or quotable instances,

I was never a kid that knew who I would become when I grow up. My interests ranged from wanting to become an interior designer to having a strong desire of becoming a pilot. I was often surrounded by healthcare professionals but I never imagined myself striving to become one. Little did I know that I would end up at a stage in my life where I would be sure about pursuing a career in healthcare. Although I have decided on my career path, I have yet to discover a particular field within healthcare that grabs my interest. The RA Internship will help me learn more about medicine and help me find a right field of study through clinical research experience and monthly lectures offered to me as an intern. Though this opportunity I will be able to

Scholarly personal narrative (SPN) was developed by Robert Nash who integrated the personal story into resect. SPN study tells a story that can clarify an issue beyond a specific case studied (p. 127, Brookfield). SPN is a research method that brings the researcher’s personal experience as a legitimate study form (p. 1, Heidelberger & Uecker).

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.

My team and I was starting to play the game and we were up to bat first. I was the sixth in line to bat so it felt like forever for me to bat and once you're up there and the ball is coming at you, you just want to run away from the ball. When I hit the ball I ran as fast as i could and i could feel the wind carry me to first base. Then it was our turn to field and once you're out there you can just feel the tasteless dirt in your mouth. When you make a good play it makes you feel all good inside.

The observation occurred on May 10th, 2018 @ 2:00 P.M. in the senior preschool classroom. Upon arriving to the child development center a few minutes early than the start time, I noticed the parking lot is small--assuming it can fit up to 15 cars in the lot. However, it was sufficient, since I was able to get parking with ease. As I walked through the entrance door and went inside the building, I approached the receptionist table. I introduced myself and informed the receptionist of my appointment. The receptionist asked for my Lancer Identification Card to verify I am saying who I am. Furthermore, she needed to verify my class syllabus before I signed in and getting my badge to do the observation. As the verification process was completed,

As I sat at the long table in a classroom with over a thousand kids, I was ready to start the state science test that I had worked so hard to study for. As I nervously sat there waiting, it dawned on me that this, science and chemistry, is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

During my 15 years of existence I have had numerous experiences that have expanded my enthusiasm and desire for the endless field of knowledge that is STEM, but two experiences stand out the most. Perhaps the earliest experience I’ve had with STEM was wandering the halls of my parent’s veterinary clinic to come upon an open white room full of surgical tools and machines. It was in this well lit room that I was first brought into the STEM world by my mother doing a splenectomy (as she later explained to me). Pushed back at first by my own intimidation, I slowly walked forward in interest. With the explanation from my mother, my interest for information regarding the veterinary field grew. I constantly asked questions about surgery and what it

Prior to entering class, I deemed myself a competent writer. However, I quickly discovered that my writing involved mediocre writing precepts. In contrast to the principles of scholarly discourse, my writing held the tenets of conversational writing and failed to meet academic standards. Furthermore, much of my poor writing was akin to a deep-rooted habit that I found humbling to admit and challenging to correct. Passive voice, unneeded words, long sentences, were a few of the obstacles that impeded my journey to effective writing. However, using peer reviews and an editing checklist I slowly began improving my skills as a competent writer. I also found that reading concerning writing provided supplementary methods to improve my skills as a scholarly writer. Implementing these innovative techniques, I slowly began to

I remember being awaken by the loud commotion going on from the living room, so I decided to go check. I went out calling for my parents, but to my surprise, I only saw my mom on the phone crying from the reflection of a mirror. I wondered where my dad was. I got closer towards the living room and stood by the wall. I witnessed my dad sitting down on the floor having trouble to breath complaining about chest pain while my mom stood next to him. I closed my eyes in fear. I then heard something calling me to open my eyes. It was a siren that got louder and louder each second. I stood up and saw red lights shining through the window. There was a knock at the door and my mom went to open the door. Two men and a woman came through the door in navy

High School has been filled with some of the best moments of my life and overall my experience has been very memorable. However, my most memorable high school experience would have to be a special accomplishment in the Medical Academy. April 27, 2017, was the day I gained my first industry certification as a Certified Medical Administrative Assistant. By having one of the highest passing scores in my class made me feel very accomplished and I truly gained the understanding of hard work and determination. That day is very special to me and have encouraged me to work even harder to accomplish all of my goals. My experience in the medical academy has inspired me to pursue a career in Nursing. Ultimately, I want to work towards becoming an ARNP

Ever since I can remember I have stayed busy by participating in every activity I could get my hands on. Spending so much of my time working on getting that perfect pass, mastering a triple pirouette, and focusing on school  has taught me what it means to have a hard work ethic. Through being involved in so much and having many people’s support I have learned who I want to be. My grandmothers have impacted my life in unimaginable ways and encourage me to strive for what I want to be: a marine biologist.

A few months ago at a free clinic for recovering drug addicts, a 19-year old female came seeking treatment for her active heroin addiction, and reported her addiction had progressed over the previous six months, paralleling her boyfriend’s, moving quickly from use of oral opioid painkillers to intravenously injecting heroin. The day she came to clinic, make-up barely concealed an injection site on her neck, which she reported, was where her boyfriend injected her with heroin, as she did not know how to inject herself and the veins in her arms had collapsed. The addiction specialist I shadow decided to treat her in the clinic and asked her to return in one week to monitor her transition from heroin to buprenorphine. This patient struck me, as she was so young and overwhelmingly consumed by her disease. However, I was not able to follow up with her case as I began my current position at UCLA. As a shadow, the inability to follow patient’s care as much as I desired, along with knowing I did not have enough experience or knowledge to care for the patients, was incredibly scary and frustrating, although it was simultaneously

Many people have left legacies from when they were alive. Some are good, and some are bad. Those people may not agree with what they have left behind, and some may be perfectly okay with theirs. For me, I would like to leave behind a legacy that shows my family that I was a good person. I would want them to know that I had good intentions for my life and that I wanted to do good for myself and others. In this essay, I will explain what I would like my legacy to be like.

Having lived in three different countries in my childhood, it was a challenge for me to I wade through the unspoken rules of each culture. My Chinese heritage, reminded by my mother’s cooking, complements my penchant for Japanese snacks and trinkets. At the same time, I proudly represent Seattle where I grew up. My friends were often confused by my habits or certain beliefs and my family often did not comprehend what I was learning and struggling with at school. These obstacles were not solved overnight; I slowly learned to understand, taking the advice of many helpful teachers and mentors. I had to learn how to ask for help and advocate for myself. In my pursuit of medicine, I recognize healthcare transcends this cultural barrier, but the