Personal Narrative: Nerve Action Potential

I have realized the importance of writing in my daily life. Writing is communication and it’s how individuals talk and how one can exchange dialog to other people. I know that I need to be able to write in some capacity in whatever profession or academic program that I go into. The future I choose depends on what I write right now.

If a bridge isn’t built right, with the correct physics and design, it is not going to be a stable, safe passage. The pillars on the original Sunshine Skyway Bridge weren’t deep enough in the ground, and they were not close enough together. As mentioned previously, this caused cracks in the bridge. The cracks were repaired, and the pillars were installed deeper and actually strengthened the bridge. However, these corrections proved to be inadequate when the Skyway was struck by the freight ship. When looking at old pictures of the Sunshine Skyway Bridge, it is very evident that the gaps between the pillars were too wide. When the ship collided with the bridge, the stress load was too much on the remaining pillars, and the bridge instantly collapsed, with a large piece of the roadway actually left sitting on the very ship that had just hit it. The way the pillars were installed on the Sunshine Skyway Bridge, caused pressure that placed so much torque, or twist, on the concrete pillars. Once the pillars on the bridge started cracking, they bent the I-beam so much that when the tanker hit the beam the bridge collapsed. Fearing for their own safety, due to questions about the stability of the remaining bridge, rescuers were unable to search for survivors underneath the area of the destroyed bridge. 36 people were killed in this tragic

In 2013, an estimated 232,340 new cases of invasive breast cancer were expected to be diagnosed among US women, as well as an estimated 64,640 additional cases of in situ breast cancer.That year, approximately 39,620 US women were expected to die from breast cancer. During May of 2001, I’ll never forget visually experiencing what cancer does to people. I saw my grandmother grow extremely sick and then die due to breast cancer. In that moment I was thoroughly confused as to why doctors couldn’t prevent this from happening; what didn’t they know? What didn’t they do? I lost my best friend to this horrible disease, and as I grew older, I realized I didn’t want anyone to feel such pain.

From a very young age I’ve been profoundly captivated by the realm of Neuroscience and how it’s tied into the profession of medicine. I couldn’t understand how all these neurological disorders have gone untreated for so long. Why do we have cures for countless conditions affecting other parts of the body but not for the brain and the nervous system? I couldn’t quite grasp the intricacy of our brain. So delicate and fragile, we’re limited to the very periphery of it. It’s precisely the unknown that intrigues me. It challenges me to indulge and discover. To one day catalyze cures and to provide hope for those once hopeless. Neuroscience at Rice will set me on that path that I so desire. It’ll show me the foundation of the sophisticated webs

My neurosurgeon, husband, daughter, and I agreed to a plan. On February 18, he will be removing the right side of my hardware from my skull down to C-2/3 where he will saw the rod in half and leave the rest of my fusion. The right side of my fusion has failed. While removing the fusion, he will be taking four screws out of my brain and one out of my neck. My fusion was placed nine years and two months ago; therefore, it has been in my body for a long time. He is leaving in the left side of my fusion, which is from my skull to C-5 because my neck is not stable enough without it. After he removes the titanium hardware, he will be taking a cadaver bone as well as removing bone marrow from my hip to rebuild my skull. He has to cut down the

The second day of my practice I felt that I had made some progress towards my goals of improving my time management and getting my documenting done earlier and providing relevant healing initiatives for my client.

The field that I plan to go in to is neurosurgery and I believe that if I attend your institution that it will be a major stepping-stone towards my ultimate goal. Neurosurgery is a field that takes an immense amount of skill, patience and remarkable leadership skills. Even now, life is shaping me to become one of the best surgeons in my field. My position as a captain in the marching band and president of my church's youth group has provided me with the knowledge that helped me to become a better leader and to gain patience when things do not go as planned.

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose!”-Dr. Seuss. College is a choice where you chose what you want to do in life. How you want to direct yourself in succeeding in that goal. You might be someone that doesn’t chose to go to college, which is whatever because college isn’t for everyone. College brings us new opportunities in life. I was very interested in Augustana University during the college fair because they have sports, many majors, study abroad, and more!

The brain-dead seldom seem like they’re dead. The rise and fall of their chests is so convincing, the ventilator seems like an ornament rather than the single source of oxygen that keeps their hearts beating. Their skin is warm to the touch, and condensation clings to the inside of the catheter from the fresh streams of body-temperature urine. Despite how peaceful they look, their bodies are undergoing progressive autolysis, utter and massive self-destruction. Without the helm of consciousness, my father and all of the patients in his section of the intensive care unit seemed adrift in a tiny boat on a wild, infinite sea – yet unconcerned about finding their way back to

Your evidence for DNA is the most practical and straight forward of all evidence. We all see parts of ourselves from both parents, as we see us and our parents, in our children. I look just like my mom with the exception of my dad’s complexion and hair type. My son baby pictures, look just like my mom, yet now he favors my dad more. I, myself, am completely an extrovert, with a very outgoing personality just as my mother is, whereas my father is just the opposite. My son is starting to take this trait from myself and my mom, easily seen in his never meeting a stranger, talkative, funny ways, as well as his mischievousness LOL.

My name is Katerina Sideri and my profession is Psychotherapist for the past 3 and a half years, working in Thorpe Coombe Hospital. I mostly work with young children and adolescents, individual and group sessions.

Having somewhat of an idea of where we were, I dragged Curzon’s limp body out of the boat. He seemed better than he was in the prison, but not as cheery as the day we met. I knew they would by now there would be posters everywhere displaying that we should be turned in. I scampered into the woods dragging Curzon like a tail on a dog. I noticed a small, rotting shack. Hopefully no one was home. The door creaked as we went in. It was dark except for a crack through they ceiling that displayed a beckoning skylight. It called me like my mother. I walked over and touched it. I looked up to see a door, the size fit for a dwarf. “Where are you” Curzon shouted. He spotted me and limped over. I showed him the door and opened it. Suddenly,

Since a young age, I loved to read books and create stories. I recall a time when I could not read a particularly challenging book in my preschool age, so I made up the story myself. I feel that I am most content when I am at a keyboard, typing out an essay, or when I have a pen in my hand, scribbling out a plot line. I learned that, with my obvious love for writing, I wanted to put it to use and become a journalist. Being able to write is my salvation and allows me to have emotional validation, especially if there is something particularly interesting to write about. Being able to write creatively and structurally has been there for me whenever I was at my highest points or lowest points. Words are my medium in which expression is possible and using that, I dream of becoming a world class journalist.

While some may think that being a neuroscientist sounds boring, I think it would be

This kind was the type that would raise and lower to allow ships through for ports and such. And it’s only just my luck that the bridge was left in the raised position and the controls were on the other side. I went into a nearby building, moving cautiously and quietly to hear any footsteps. One creaky board and all of them were on my case in a matter of two seconds. After the building was cleared, I got to the rooftop, jumped the tiny gap to the next, Now the issue was reaching the bridge… my choice was either a dangerous trip all the way around to the other side, or a potentially dangerous jump that could end it right now. Without thinking too much, I walked back, ran as hard as I could, and launched myself through. It was very anxiety inducing. I barely caught the railing. I sat there for a couple seconds, started swaying then swung my feet over, crawled under the railing, and caught my breath. Taking the risk paid off. Afterwards I took a rather leisurely stroll down the bridge. Although it was creaking a lot in the wind. I made my way to the control panel on the other side. This time, it wouldn’t be so easy. The bridge had to be lowered, since jumping was definitely not a possibility. I opened the control box, and after a few minutes found the switch. The bridge started lowering and the roar of the generator definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed. As soon as it got kind of close, I hurdled over the edge of the gate, and sought out the height advantage. Being on level ground would give me a huge disadvantage against their numbers. I found a scaffolding leading to the roof of another building. Surely enough, it didn’t even take a minute for a massive horde to form, and they all saw me. I must’ve been stuck there for at least an hour, beating down the ones that went up. Eventually, it was clear enough to walk down. Back on the road again. Eventually the city streets which were flushed out from the generator uprising,