Reflection Paper On A Solar Eclipse

That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in

As I was laying on the cushioned couch on a Saturday afternoon, my phone began buzzing in my dark black Nike basketball shorts. As I read the caller ID I noticed that it was my mom. As soon as I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong. My mom's voice was scratchy, and depressed. As I picked up the phone she immediately told me the horrifying news. For a few seconds I had to comprehend what I was hearing. After I analyzed what she had said I screeched my lungs out, bawling hysterically, as if I had heard that the world was ending. For a moment I couldn't breathe, hearing that our healthy Chihuahua had passed away. After that tragic day, about a few months later, even though I was still awestruck by that wretched day the question finally

This took place last year, January 8th of 2016. On this day, my dog died. She had been having seizures, kidney failure, and all her organs were slowly beginning to lose all function. She was a boxer, and boxers normally have the life span on 9 to 10 years. She was 11, almost 12, so it was pretty rare for her breed. This was the dog that grew up with me and she was around my age. She had protected me my whole life, and she was the best dog I could’ve asked for. We eventually put her down after a few nights of seizures. She had been suffering more everyday. She was so skinny, you could see and count all of her ribs, she would hardly eat anything or drink. When she did get some food or water into her system, it would go right back out. It hurt

This tragic moment in my life was very impactful. Not only did it change my brother Jason’s life, but it also changed mine. At a young age I believed that everything happens for a reason. Events, such as arguments with friends, tragedies in life, or just happy moments happen to make

All I could think was, is this my fault? It has to be my fault since it is coming from my room. Everyone assures me it’s not my fault though, and that things just happen. Mom finally arrives at home to see multiple fire trucks and firefighters everywhere. They finally have the fire out, but where’s our other cat? She can’t be left alone in there. My brother-in-law who is a firefighter goes inside one more time and can’t find the cat anywhere. He tells me, “she’s probably just in a safe hiding spot, you know how she always likes to hide from things.” I couldn’t help but cry, this doesn’t seem

Today I returned back to CDI South to shadow another Sonographer named Kari. Overall, this shadowing experience on November 24th has been my favorite yet. I watched Kari preform different ultrasounds, and I got to learn about diagnostic time, which was another one of my favorite parts about the day. Kari also answered all of my questions perfectly, and described the job in a way that made me almost completely confident that it is what I want to do in my future. Throughout my day with Kari, we saw a total of 4 patients. Our first patient was a 30-year-old woman who was there to get an OB ultrasound; she was about 20 weeks pregnant. This was my first patient I observed who needed a 20-week ultrasound. This time of the pregnancy usually marks on of their first ultrasounds for the pregnancy; they do a full scan of the baby, checking everything, and this is also the visit where the parents can find out the gender of the baby. One challenge for this visit was the parents brought their young toddler along, and she was distracting and wild in the room. But throughout this Kari was very professional, and says as the job goes on you learn to deal with these sorts of distractions. This experience was absolutely amazing; it was so powerful to see the baby on the screen and their parent’s reactions. I got to pick out certain parts of the baby, like the head, heart, bladder, and feet. The parents did not want to know the gender of this baby, but they got to leave the ultrasound knowing

I constantly feared the worst-case scenario: death. That feeling I had, it was something I wouldn 't wish upon anyone. My heart ached, hoping and praying for the best. Monday, we went to visit her, and she looked awful. She couldn 't even stand. Something in my mind told me she wasn 't going to make it. I tried to fight that feeling, but once we were home, I collapsed on my bead and burst into tears. I couldn 't shake the feeling she was going to die. It was the one time I wished for me to be wrong. Unfortunately, I wasn 't. Tuesday, she ended up passing away while being transported to an emergency animal treatment center.

I three summers ago my cat Pluto who had liver problems became worse, he no longer was able to eat or move and had to be put down. My parents wrapped Pluto in a blanket and handed him to me after I got in the car. After my family said goodbye the veterinarian injected a needle into his arm killing him within seconds.

when I began my journey away, there seemed a quick shadow again, a final moment of eclipse—the recognition

Recent reports have noted that the racial/ethnic composition of our nation is projected to transmute drastically in the coming decades. Given this information, it is ergo consequential that our nation’s health professions amend their efforts to provide culturally competent care to all patients. My contribution to advancing diversity in the medical field includes expecting volunteering opportunities where I was not in the majority, but where I was the minority. You will note that throughout my years of giving back, I have always served in areas were I could reduce health-care disparities and/or serve in underserved communities.

Overall, I was enlightened about the small actions in the world creating large aftershocks, and that a tragic moment can have a happy effect; although the effects might not be visible.

We were going to our neighbors on a hot day and all I was wearing was a messy bun, eyeliner, mascara, baggy T-shirt tucked into my high waisted jean shorts, and black converse. I was thinking about what I was going to do afterwards since the neighbor kids were only 7 and 4, until a scrawny little “Meow” was ahead of me. I froze to see a little kitten in the road staring at a car. All my thoughts vanished except for one: I had to save that cat. It brought me back 3 years ago to when I had my other cat, Swiper. He died and it was my fault.

On the way home my dad was telling me that she wouldn’t eat, drink and she couldn’t even get up to relieve herself. He said that she had completely given up. Depressing huh? Well when we got home I could not think of anything else to do but lay down next to her. After about ten minutes of being with her my dad said my mom was on her way home and when she got home we would take Malea to the vet to put her down. For the first time in my life, I never wanted my mom to come home. As sad as I was, inside I knew that it was better to put her down then let her suffer all because I wanted her.

As a photography major, it was never clear to me on why I had to take a drawing class. I dreaded each class because of the known fact that I didn’t possess the skills to be a good drawer. When speaking to friends and family, I would always complain to them saying, “I’m going to fail this class. I have no idea why I have to take these drawing classes.” As the quarter went on and the more I learned about the different drawing techniques such as the use of lighting to create interesting shadows or the use of color to create a sense mood and emotion, I began to realize the parallels that drawing and photography have.

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly