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In my junior year of high school, I enrolled in Shasta High School’s medical CTE program. This program helped me to see if a career in medicine was I wanted to do. For this reason, I applied for the HESI (Healthcare Exploration Summer Institute) program. This program had allowed the students to volunteer at Shasta Regional Medical Center to follow and assist various professionals with their roles in the hospital. I remember this elderly patient was admitted to the floor I had been assigned to and this particular patient had just warmed my heart. I followed the patient care technician into the patient’s room and they asked for a simple warm blanket, to this, the PCT told me to get a heated blanket. When I returned, they smiled and politely said

The first day of 6th grade, I was shaking in fear, disliking everything about it. But after 3rd period, I realized it wasn’t too bad. The rest of the day went pretty smoothly and I was about to get one the bus when someone pushed me out of the way yelling, “Move it fatty!” When I got on the bus and found my assigned seat, I was frozen in fear to see that I was right in front of the kid that pushed me. His name was Luke. Luke was an 8th grader who was notorious for bullying the younger kids for his entertainment. “Looks like we got the fatty in front of us!” He yells to his friends as they crack up. I sit there ignoring them, feeling horrible. Luke leans forward and says, “Did you hear me, big boy?” I keep ignoring him as he continues to verbally

I later enrolled in a practical nursing program, in pursuit of my dream of becoming a nurse. While taking my prerequisites, I decided to volunteer at a local hospital in the emergency department. At the hospital, I assisted with transporting patients within the facility, preparing rooms for incoming

I am disconnected, lacking contact with reality. It happened in an instant and gradually intensified over time. October of 2015, I had just turned 14 and everything was average, mediocre. I was subdued at this time for reasons I cannot recall and hadn’t been talking much in class. The issue commenced in chemistry class in what lasted a second but felt like a lifetime. The class had been divided into groups, and we were assigned to create a poster. After half an hour of doing the entirety of the work myself, the poster was completed, and I was satisfied with it. Each group was to choose a person to represent their group and explain the poster. Fortunately, I was not chosen. After each poster was presented, they were each taped to the whiteboard

When volunteering at a hospital, I felt like I was one of the PA students that were doing their clinical rotations in the surgery clinic. When the PA students had conversations about interesting surgical cases, I always joined them. Every time they went to the operating room, I felt left out because I was just a volunteer and was not allowed in the

Ever since I was a little girl, I have been interested in the field of medicine. Specifically, I want to be a Physician Assistant and work in a Pediatric Hospital. My Mother is a huge influence on my choice to pursue this career. She was a Firefighter and a Paramedic but recently decided to go back to college for a Bachelors in Psychology to become a Physical Therapist. An area of specialization in medicine that interests me is Emergency Pediatric Care. This area interests me because I love children and want to be able to help kids who have been ill or injured. When I was younger, I went to the hospital with my younger cousin Kylie. She suffers from cerebral palsy and I remember watching the doctors taking care and making sure Kylie was comfortable

My volunteer assignment in the emergency room brought me close to the nursing staff, but never before had

In Atlanta there was Dr. Collins, her and her partner had a son and she just had a daughter. She brought her to clinic one day, she was a doll. Anyway, Dr. Collins always would look out for me, we both were very fond of each other and made a good team. She'd pull me in the room to talk about paperwork with a patient while they were laying there doing a ultrasound, it cracked me up. Then she'd make me write these letters about accommodations... patients needing

When I first began my college career in 2011, I was a first generation college student. I entered into college with only a vague goal of becoming a Physician’s Assistant. The most common question I was asked was why? Why a Physicians Assistant? And I my answer was always the simple standard answer of: “I want to help people”. I, undeniably, still want to help others but it was not until the Christmas of my sophomore year, that I truly understood what it meant and took to be a successful Physician’s Assistant. A few days after Christmas my mother was hospitalized for two and a half weeks with a continuous blood clot in her leg and a small blood clot in her lungs. She spent the first 3 days in ICU, required multiple blood and iron transfusions, and eventually surgery. For me, the worst part of the entire experience was being awakened in the middle of the night by nothing more than the faint whisper of my name. Till this day, I don’t know how I heard it. My mom had collapsed on the stairs in excruciating pain. She was extremely weak and unable to move. I thought I was watching my mother die, and the immediate fear and panic that I felt, still haunts me sometimes. I didn’t know what to do or what was

When I entered Glenbrook South High School for my first day of freshman year, I was not excited to be back in school and I was definitely not ready to learn again. I remember the first class I had was English. As I sat in English, I recognized some people from middle school, but most of the faces were new to me. The teacher, I forgot her name, was very nice and welcoming. She asked us to pull out our “Of Mice And Men” books and asked someone to read the first page out loud. One of the students began to read out loud, and I followed along. After the first page was completed, she asked for a volunteer to summarize the page. No one volunteered so she picked from the attendance sheet. She picked me. I got nervous because I had no clue what was

I learned so much from this experience. The importance of insurance when admitting patients to the hospital, is key to all facets of health care delivery. In addition, the humanistic aspect of working in the medical field was a constant lesson. Speaking to a mother whose children were killed in a car accident was one of the hardest things I had to do. As I asked her for her children’s names and birthdays, all I could think about was that this mother would never get to hold them again. During my time working in the emergency room, I observed the composure of physicians in tough situations and have taken on that attitude when I face those same challenges. I have observed the formation of relationships, which are founded on confidence and trust. Creating and maintaining long-lasting relationships is something that I appreciate about my own doctor and mentor of ten years. I aspire to do the same when I become a

It was my freshman year of high school where I was just a lost fish in a hugh sea of people attending Byron Nelson High School, with no clue who I was and my place in life. Life seemed rough but then again it was freshman year. When I was attending Byron I didn't know what I was going to do with my life in the future. On one day just like any other the morning school announcements came on; talking about some meeting in the counselor's office about some academy. At that time I had no idea what they were talking about and I had never even heard of Eaton High school, which happens to be the new high school for my school district. It came to lunch time where my friend that I sat with was absent, so I figured why not go see what this meeting is

Serving as volunteer at Baptist Medical Center East played a large part in my decision to become a physician. I spent 17 months volunteering with the surgery department. In that time, I saw many patients and was able to observe the interaction of nurses, techs, physicians, and patients. As a volunteer I did a lot of cleaning and organizing, however I had the opportunity to meet with patients and show them to their holding room. I saw many patients come and go, from emergency surgeries to common everyday procedures. All of these had the same things in common, family members who are worried about their loved ones. As a volunteer, I was able to witness the worry and hesitation as families walked back to the waiting room. I was also able to witness

During my junior year at Santa Teresa High School, I was in a class the required us to volunteer at selected locations and I had decided that I would volunteer at Edenvale Elementary. I was designated to a second grade classroom where I would be assigned to work with five students who were falling behind in the class. There was one student from that group that had a major impact on my decision of becoming a teacher; for his privacy I will call him Jeremiah. He is a student who has trouble at home, often absent or late to class, and has difficulty with reading and writing. One day I was grading papers for the teacher and Jeremiah was having a rough time understanding what his assignment in class was. He approached his teacher and asked for help,

On the middle of the year of the grade eight, after class we came to clean our classroom. While cleaning I was just staying near by teacher’s table. Our class saw me near table and he thought I was sitting on the table. After 10 minutes he came from his office and called me out. I went and said turn back.