Who Is The Caretaker Of The Group?

Growing up I never envisioned myself to become a part of the medical field. To this day I am still in disbelief this is the direction my life has taken. I remember the first time an at risk teen outreach counselor showed up at an afterschool summer program right before I entered high school and asked what I wanted to be growing up. It was the first time I was legitimately forced to face my future head on. My father left when my mother became ill and was put on disability so I never had any real guidance or previously discussed the issue with anyone prior to that day. I naively replied "CEO of Microsoft"! It was the only thing I could muster up jovially on the spot. His reply has always stuck with me and now has become a motivating force in

Before my grandfather had to stay in the hospital, my father took him to his chemotherapy or radiation appointments during the week. My uncle built a ramp to the door so that it would be easier to move my grandfather, who was in a wheel chair, in and out of the house. My mother took care of any paperwork that needed to be done as well as any medical-related tasks. When my grandfather received hospice care in the last month of his life, my mother and grandmother helped bathe and change him as well as cook special meals for

Growing up in a household full of girls with a single mother, I learned how to be strong and independent. My mother was never really the type of mother to be affectionate, she had more of a tough love point of view. I was always expected to get the best grades I could possibly have along with being focused and determined to go to college which most of my family did not do. My mother taught me how to always be respectful and have good manners especially when it came to other adults. From the age of 5, I was doing chores in the house, and setting goals for my future.

Growing up, my mom was a big impact on my life. Two days of the week she was a dental assistant. The other days she was just my mom. When she came home on the days after work she would smell minty and fresh from working in her dental office. I feel blessed to have been able to have my mother as a constant influence in my life. She showed me that I could be as mother as well as have a good job; I did not need to pick one or the other. My mother taught me how to stand up for myself and how not to be a pushover. One of the most important things I think that my mother taught me was how to be compassionate. Even as a young child when I heard about some of the terrible things that had happened in the world, my heart broke for those

I didn’t start out knowing that I wanted to be a Speech and Language Pathologist. In fact, I began my school career thinking I wanted to be a teacher because I knew two things: First, I knew that I wanted to teach and second, I knew I wanted to help people. Teaching has always been my

Becoming a high school teacher had always been the goal. As a young child and growing up with a multitude of siblings, children were my life. The aspiration stemmed from a desire to teach the next generation, to be a leader for the mind and guide them onto the next phase of their lives. I saw my favorite teachers do it with the kind of patience and discipline that only a teacher could have and after job shadowing Scott Hatfield, the social studies and current events teacher at Summit Academy North Muddle School, I realized that I am not fit for that lifestyle like I thought.

At the age of 17 life handed a bunch of responsibilities to me, with my parents dead and gone so i had to stand up and play the role of them to my younger siblings.

When I was younger I always wanted to be a teacher. Throughout my middle school years I figured. I wanted to be a Special Ed Teacher. My sophomore in year high school I had an opportunity to be apart of a special camp. This camp was were special children would come for a week and people would volunteer to watch them for that specific week. My church does this every other year, so when I was old enough to go, I signed up to go. The camp is named Camp Barnabas and it impacted my life in so many marvelous ways.

I wasn't sure at first at what I wanted to do, so I started getting involved with activities. These activities included becoming a teacher assistant at the lago vista daycare, as well as becoming a peer assistant for students with disabilities, and with these activities and working with the children and teens. It helped figure out what I had a passion for, and that is special education. I have learned a lot by being a peer assistant, i see how these teens with disabilities days go, what they enjoy, and what they struggle with. One of the students assist is nonverbal, and i believe my favorite part my day is coming to the class and helping him be like everyone else by helping him communicate, using his book, and by doing the activities everyone else in the class is doing. It makes me feel like i am making an impact in these students lives, and that's why I wish to study special education. So with that being said, I will be attending Texas A&M Corpus Christi, and major in University Studies to pursue a career as a Special Education

Growing up I knew that I wanted to study science and explore the human body with the goal of helping people. With exploration of career options later in middle school, I realized that medicine was the path for me. My parents did not achieve Bachelor degrees and while I knew logically that they would support me, I did not have the confidence to pursue such a big dream. In high school, I became more and more involved and worked outrageously

Before I wanted to be a teacher but like many people was teachers don't get payed that much. I love to work will kids and I think I work well with kids to. Soon I stumbled on the idea of finding something that works with kids and a pediatrician sounded perfect. There is only one problem with wanting to become a pediatrician you have to do 8 years of collage. That's a lot of years but I'll do it if I really love it. I'm still young I have time to think or stick to this dream or pick a new one Roman Atwood taught me that I can do or be anything I want and I plan to follow my

The question of what would you like to be in life wasn’t the topic of discussion in the environment I grew up in. Don’t get me wrong grades and education were important, college and long-term goals were never a factor. My mind was too concerned about where my next meal would come from, where would I lay my head that night, and how would I get to things I need so yeah college was put on the back burner. What I wanted to be when I grew up wasn’t put into much prospective. In elementary I was for sure becoming a teacher, getting married, and having a family was what I wanted out of life a plan on making those things happen I had no idea. As I got older I thought shouldn’t your career be something that you’re passionate about, teaching wasn’t it.

And to think, as a child, my mom wouldn't come home until 2 am, I rarely had meals with either of my parents, and they often went on business trips that could last for as little as two days or for as long as two months. My remarkable grandparents also went through countless obstacles caring for me and six of my cousins all at once. Our grandma cooked us a feast every night and our grandpa worked as the chauffer of us obnoxious kids spread across four different schools.

For example, my grandfather Jerry was a doctor and my Great Aunt Margaret and Pat were nurses. Anytime I was sick, my mom would always call her dad up and talk to him rather than rushing me to a doctor. When I was in the 7th grade, it was one of the hardest times of my life, Jerry was suffering from heart attacks and fluid in his lungs. I had never been exposed to the feeling of loss until he passed away. Losing one of my role models and someone that I cared deeply about made me a stronger person. Since his passing, I have seen more and more of my aunts and uncles than I had before, and growing strong relationships with all of them.

Living next door to my grandparents, I remember my mother saying, “Go help your grandfather because he is cutting the grass,” or “Go help your grandmother with the groceries.” Eventually it became a natural thing to do; to go over their house and help with whatever they needed. As I grew older, my parents encouraged me to be socially involved in extra-curricular activities bringing me more responsibilities. I started tutoring afterschool, read to kindergarten students during “El Día del Nino.”, helped during “Clean our beach day”, filled boxes with food items and helped deliver them to church