Reflection Paper

Clinical day started slow, I was a bit anxious about waking my patient up that morning but I knew I had to go in. I woke him slowly and took his vitals and proceeded with my assessment. As I assessed my patient, his wife came in to his room and I introduced myself. During the morning I found out that my patient was being discharged. Before discharge, my patient was going to be fitted for a LifeVest.

On September 6, 2017, I were documented for an incident that involved a University Housing policy violation. I was charged with violating the University Housing Alcohol 1.2 policy. With my violation, came consequences. I met with The Residence Conduct Coordinator to discuss my actions and came to the conclusion that I would have to schedule a meeting with The Campus Alcohol and Drug Education Center (CADEC) and with that, a reflection paper.

My day was very quiet, but I got to see some very interesting things. We started out with four patients, but one was discharged around 9am. After lunch we received new admission. I have seen the process of discharging a patient, but I have not seen the process of a new admission. While caring for my patients I learned that liquid vancomycin can be given with diet drink. It has to be diet because if not given with a diet drink the patient can get bacteria. One of my patient’s had one part of her stress test completed early this morning. She then went to have an echocardiogram. I went in to see that procedure. Steve was very informational. He did a great job showing me each part of the heart, as well as her lungs. She had a really good heartbeat,

While in the hospital the doctors noticed that my heart rate would drop into the low 30's, along with my oxygen levels. The ICU which was monitoring my heart would often send a team to my room to assess my condition.

Hello Everyone! We are so close to the finish line, another week down and only 2 more to go! This week I spent my time observing in the cardiology department. The most excitement actually came from an emergency situation that arose with one of the nurse’s family members who was shadowing her for the day. The patient would suddenly become ill without any warning. His heart rate and blood pressure dropped drastically and his lips became pale. He was rushed to the stress lab to get vital signs but we had a hard time placing the leads on his chest due to hyperhidrosis. Surprisingly within minutes his color came back and he also became more responsive. As we continued monitoring him, his heart rate and blood pressure returned to normal. At one point

During this course, we have discussed the various ethnicities that make up the American culture and the effects that happen to each. I found the class to be refreshing considering how people view ethnicity and its interaction in the history of our country. My intent of this final essay is to cover what my views of the ethnic makeup and diversity that exists in America today. Next, I will cover how historical conditions that were covered in the class have influenced the current ethnic relations in the United States, and how my experiences guided me to these points in history. Finally, I will compare my own experiences with an individual with different experiences than myself.

At a young age money, politics, or first world problems never occurred to me. Sadly, as I grew older all of these things hit me at once. From when I started my first job at fifteen, this thing called “taxes” took money out of my check. At that age, my mother showed me all of the bills she has to deal with such as, house payments, insurance, and car payments. My entire world was turned around on that subject. This led me to start caring about America's crises and why it's so stressful being an adult. After bringing a kid into this cold harsh world, this subject concerned me beyond belief. A flash of the real world hit me in the face hard. Starting with the little things, this is how the 2017 presidential election changed my view on this world and my world as well.

Some of my strengths in this domain would be in my ability to provide comfort measures for my clients, being present with them and taking measure to preserve their personhood. I also feel that I have managed to maximize my client participation and control in their health and healing. During one of my shifts, my client expressed her frustration with being on precautions and that she felt like she was never going to get better. We had a talk about why was on precautions and I sympathized with the fact that it can make one feel isolated. I made sure to stay and visit with this client more often throughout that shift. She also expressed her frustration with having another infection. She was recovering from sepsis and has had two sub pubic catheters inserted, one fell out and the other became infected. I listened to her frustrations, and we talked about her health journey thus far. We ended the conversation by agree to try and think positive that this next one will workout and that she is a strong woman for having gone through everything she has. She agreed and thanked me for listening to her. In addition, I feel like I do a good job at explaining what I am doing with my clients, and ensuring their privacy when preforming skills.

During my first few years in the United States, my family was constantly moving between New York and Florida because my dad was searching for long-term employment. My family resided in a basement during our two year stay in Staten Island, New York. Living in a basement was very tough because there was no natural light and the space was very cramped for a family of five. Living in a basement was also tough during the winter because basements are often poorly insulated, which kept the basement quite cold during the winter. My family later moved to Florida for a couple of years after living in New York and we have resided in Orlando, Florida for about twenty years now. I started school in Florida at the age of five and when I first attended elementary school, I was in ESOL classes. ESOL classes help teach the English language to students that are not born in the United States (like myself) or to students which English is not their native language. I took these classes from kindergarten up to the fourth grade when I passed an ESOL exit exam. I first learned of this news during a parent-teacher conference when my teacher informed my parents and I that I had passed out of my ESOL classes and this was one of my proudest moments because of how happy it made my parents. As I got older, these experiences taught me the importance of helping those who are in need to put a smile on someone’s face and to provide the hope that things will get better for those going through rough patches in

My set of beliefs comes from my own experience as a student and in the classroom. As a student, my school was extremely poverty stricken which meant that it seemed as if no one wanted to be there nor did they care. However, there were a few teachers and even administrators sprinkled throughout the district who did care and when a student found those special educators, one latched on. We were all extremely eager to be fed academically and believed in. According to Ministry of Education, Guyana (2016), “Creating a positive learning environment is essential for success in the classroom. Teachers should create a welcoming atmosphere where student feel safe and willing to share” (para. 2). This kind of atmosphere was created for me as a student. For example, Mrs. Debbie Schlicht was the librarian for grades 4-12 and was also the yearbook and newspaper sponsor. In 2011, a young little eighth grade girl decided to tryout for the yearbook staff and despite how terrible the double-page spread she submitted was, that little girl made the yearbook staff for the following school year. Then, her ninth grade year she decided she wanted to be her school’s yearbook editor during her senior year. Three years later, she walked across the stage at the Gertrude Ford Center at the University of Mississippi where she was named ‘2015 High school Yearbook Editor of the Year’ for the state of Mississippi. She later went on to be a yearbook editor on the collegiate level. The little girl described

During this semester of Intro to College Writing at Gateway Technical College, I have found that learning to write a proper essay paper is compelling to me. In high school, writing essays was a very difficult thing for me because the teachers would try and help but everything they said blew over my head. Jessica Gleason, the instructor for Intro to College Writing class, helped explain in detail how to properly write a APA formatted essay paper. I learned what my introduction, body paragraphs and conclusion should include, which I struggled with. Another compelling topic in this class we completed was the “Plagiarism” game in class. Before this class I would have to write research, papers and include quotes, statements from an article, which I would include but not know how to properly cite them in my paper. The game that was associated with plagiarism was the Goblin Game, you need to figure out the situations that represented plagiarism. This game helped me with following the proper steps and knowing what not to put and to put in my paper.

Some may think that America is the best place for opportunities, but some people don’t know that equal opportunities are not given to everyone, even in places where opportunity is abundant. Latinos, as one of the largest minorities in the United States are people who have had to fight for their equality in the past but things are still not as equal as they may seem. You are fairly young and may not fully understand many things about the world and why things are the way they are. As you grow, your eyes will open up to other worlds which we do not belong in. As Latinos, it is true that some have it better than us. You may notice a difference in areas such as education, but you should never feel inferior to anyone and work hard to not let your our identity stop you from achieving whatever you want.

Change is apart of everyday life, it is inevitable no matter what we do, but it is our choice as people on if we want these changes to be negative or positive. A few years back, I made a promise to myself that as I progress through life, I will always try my best to change for the better and fix myself in areas where I fall behind, but not everyone makes the choice to be better. Some make a choice that affects who they are in a negative way as well as hurting those closest to them, someone I used to hang out made that decision and that caused me to change my perspective on him.

This semester was in awkward transition for me, mostly due to the expectations that were implied from day one. I have always written basic and monotonous five-paragraph essays about a pre-determined topic because that was what was wanted of me. Having independence from that process has helped me become a better writer in this class, but also others. This freedom has enhanced how I think when I write. For instance, when I would write a paper a year ago for English 11 I would just type away with little regard for my wording as long as the topic was recognized and supported throughout the paper I was writing. Now, at least I would like to think, my essays are more concise and coherent.

During spring break I decided I wanted to go to Nicaragua with an organization called Christian Activity Center. Last year I wanted to practice my Spanish. They also wanted me to practice, and learn more about networking, business, get new experiences, missionary work, and to compete in MMA. That night I remember not sleeping so I could fall asleep on the flight there, but I fell asleep at two in the morning. I was lucky I set an alarm because my mother was catching up on her rest and was tired from helping me pack. I reluctantly rolled over out off of the bed with crust in my eyes. I woke up that day around 4:00 am to drive to Chicago, but first we stopped at the Christian Activity Center which was ten minutes away. I thought the ride to Chicago was not going to be that bad since we rented a van. I sat down and looked back at my mother as she waved goodbye from the other half of the window. Before we made out of East St.louis I was already asleep, the ride took 4 to 5 hours with one stop. Once we arrived in Chicago, my friend shook me awake. As we stepped out of the car we heard the airplane roaring through the sky like thunder in a storm, but slice through the sky like a knife through butter. Once our chaperones paid for the rental car we headed for a bus that would take us to the airport. Once we arrived we had an issue because the company’s policy changed involving carry on luggage, which almost prevented us from getting on the airplane. Before we headed to the line and