When my sister announced to my family that she was going to attend Bemidji State University to pursue a career in nursing, I immediately was fearful. I knew that she would become an amazing nurse one day, as she has always had a kind and caring heart for others, but I did not want her to move out and I did not know how I would go through high school without her thoughts and advice. That last summer that she was home was very difficult for me because I knew that as soon as summer would end, I would be five hours away from my best friend. My sister and I had always had a close relationship and some of the best memories I have, have been created with her. However, that summer it became very difficult for me to treasure the happy moments, rather I would just feel sad and remind myself that I could not have these moments anymore when she would leave. I tried my very best to stay positive and keep a supportive attitude for my two little sisters but in all reality, I was scared. …show more content…
Making it even worse her dorm was on the third floor, and my sister is not what you would call a “light packer.” We hauled all of her belongings up the three flights of narrow stairs into the dorm 352 B. Once the daunting task of unpacking was finally over, it was time to do something that I had dreaded for years on end: say goodbye. I usually do not like to cry in front of my father, however, that day I decided that if I did cry, that was okay. I ended up hugging her for ten minutes straight in the blazing heat, crying so hard that it was difficult to catch my
She stands a staggering 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighs a massive 95 pounds, and has short, brown hair and brown eyes. I see my older sister Leslie. Others see a model of perfection. Don't get me wrong, my sister and I are close and have been inseparable since birth. My mother has kept pictures of us ranging from the time we shared a playpen as babies to just recently at Leslie's graduation. For seventeen years, we've shared every life experience imaginable, and we've dealt with the trials and tribulations that come with growing up. But in September, she left home to attend the University of California at Irvine, leaving me to face life alone. However, it gave me the opportunity to live life by myself as Ryan, instead of Leslie's little brother.
I went from anger and hatred to pride and joy, which wasn’t easy to accomplish at first. I’ve always been a competitor when it comes to sports. Although this does not sound humble I am not used to being beat, especially in triple jump. I have placed 8th, 5th, and 2nd at state in the event and have broken the Seneca High School’s triple jump record in my career. The day I saw my sister as my main competitor my first thought was, “she is going to break my record I’ve worked so hard for.” For some reason I couldn’t get my mind past the fact she might actually beat me. To me, my school record I set was something I needed to defend for as long as I possibly could, and I couldn’t let my little sister be the person to break that record. Especially while I was still in high
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
“As one person I cannot change the world, but I can change the world of one person.” I relate to this quote by Paul Shane Spear because it mirrors how I feel about pursuing a career in nursing. I want to be able to help others as much as I can. Arriving to this career choice was not a simple decision for me. What influenced me most in wanting to be a nurse was helping my grandfather during the past several years, and helping him through different illnesses and surgeries. My grandfather, who I call Papa, lives with me and my immediate family. I feel blessed to have the opportunity to help him because he and I are very close and he is my best friend. Through my involvement in helping him heal from his medical challenges, I was able to come
I started my Nursing career in India and then I came to the United States and became an RN. I entered Nursing with the thinking that Nursing is a profession that will always allow me to have a job and all my patients will get better. However, from my experiences I understood that Nursing is more than just giving medications, and it requires clinical competence, cultural sensitivity, ethics, caring for others, and life-long learning about others and the evolving field of medicine. Florence Nightingale once said:
Therefore, I decided to attend UC Davis, which was seven hours away from my home. When I arrived at UC Davis, I noticed her depression started to worsen. Making it hard for me, but yet simple. She is my mom. I could not help to think I was to blame. I thought to myself, "What am I doing here? My mom needs me." I, then realized that she held it together because I was physically there to support her. I was her rock, but I was also seven hours away. Still, I did everything I could to help her. Calling her everyday was a part of my daily routine, as well as taking the bus home at least twice a month. Balancing school and family took a huge toll on me my freshman year, but I grew so much from
In addition, I also learned that to pursue a career as a nurse practitioner, I must earn a master’s degree from an accredited program as well as already obtain a registered nursing (RN) license. Typical duties of a nurse practitioner include diagnosing various health problems, ordering diagnostic tests and evaluating patient’s reactions to medication. One of the chief duties of a nurse practitioner is to focus on patient-centered care, which is understanding a patient’s concerns and lifestyle before choosing a course of action. Most nurse practitioner medium rate is $107,460 a year with a job outlook of 31 percent. Since there is an increase amount of old age baby boomers there is a high demand for nurse practitioner. In brief, I also learn
I worked as a greens keeper at a golfcourse named Baycel. I had many responsibilities there including making sure the course was in good shape and playable each day.
Describe your experience in healthcare. Please comment on the patient population you served and the nature of the healthcare setting you were in.
The economy is getting better but it’s still rough. I know it’s still rough because everyone has two jobs. Let me give you an example, I ordered food from this place one time and it took an hour for the food to get delivered. An hour. That’s pretty standard somehow for internet delivery, and it was ok, because the food was delicious. But the second time, the second time that I ordered from them, the delivery took over two hours. Two hours. When you order food, you are already hungry, and I can handle an hour but two hours? Two hours? Let’s just say I was a little bit upset. So finally, after two hours, the guy gets to the door and he doesn’t hand me my food and leave, no, he holds onto to it. He’s standing in my doorway, looking past me, at
When I was younger I thought my sister was always going to be there. I never thought she would die so young. She died when I was in 5th grade so I was around 10 or 11 years old. We had our fights and now I wish more then anything that she was here. She missed my first homecoming, my graduation and many other important dates in my life and there is still more she will miss. Now that I'm the only child in my household, it’s terrible because...
... needed to savor the moment with my brother before I turned around and he was gone. I opened the doors to see my brother standing there arms opened wide. His embrace and the love he showed me was one that could be felt among anyone standing there, kind of like a ripple after a pebble has been tossed in the water. How could I ever let go? “I’ll be okay, Kara, and I’ll see you sooner than you know it.” he reassured me as I started to pull away. As I walked to the elevator I turned around and saw him standing there lifting his hand to wave me goodbye. The moment was touching enough to make any person cry, and that was the last time I saw my brother for eight weeks. This impacted a lot of who I am today. I learned to not take things for granted, especially family. This has taught me to live in the moment and appreciate everything in life, no matter how big or how small.
That Saturday started off like any normal morning. I woke up, wearing my favorite pink bathrobe that my grandpa bought me for my birthday just a few days earilier. I sprinted to the pantry and snatched the Reese's Puffs like they would not have been there if I had waited another second to get them. I was starving, it felt like my whole house was enveloped with the smell of peanut butter and chocolate. At least that was all I could pay attention to. After pouring my cereal into a bowl, I followed my usual morning ritual of sitting on the big, brown couch in the living room and watching all the shows on TLC having anything to do with babies. A couple of hours later my sister woke up, looking like she had just come from a wind tunnel. Her hair was all over the place and sadly, her makeup was not in any better condition. As usual, we fought.
My family and I all stood in a circle on the second story of a parking garage, dreading the moment that was to come, but hiding our true feelings for the time. It was time for us to leave my brother by himself at college, and let him begin his individual adult life. We had known about this day for weeks. I often joked with my brother about it, telling him how great it would be to finally get him out of the house so I could take his room. Sometimes, we would start to grow sad about his leaving, but then reassure ourselves that we would still see plenty of each other, if not too much. That superficial thought had remained in my mind all the way until that tearful moment when it was finally time to say goodbye.
I began to wonder if Jack would lose Rose. I now prepared for the worst. According to the Facebook posts, my mom’s health was gradually worsening, just like my hopes of her waking up. I then found myself in charge of accepting gifts, which I like to call “pity gifts” from many of my mom’s friends. Although it was very thoughtful, every time I accepted a gift, I had to discuss my mom’s unconsciousness and unchanging health for an hour- which is not what I had in mind for the last two weeks of my sophomore year. The countless meals and flowers I accepted on behalf of my family constantly reminded me of my pity purse- they were a diversion from my inevitable