Personal Narrative: My Volunteering Experience

“ Don’t wish it was easier, wish you were better!” This is currently my life statement. I have unfortunately gone through the medical school application process once before with no avail. Negative thoughts filled my mind, feeling of hate ensured, and I regretted the sacrifices I had made; I was devastated. But then one day during an exhausting training session that my Sensei designed he said the statement above, I was flabbergasted. It hit me at that moment that it wasn’t the process I should be upset at, but it should be toward my work ethic. I must work harder in order to be better.

Do not be mistaken I have worked hard during my undergrad years. I was a full time student, a member of three different scholar programs, was a research assistant, presented at scientific conventions, co-authored a published article, volunteered in different organizations, and worked. Despite the fact I gain wonderful

I left my position at the laboratory, I stepped down to a part-time position, and I joined a hospital volunteering program in New York Methodist Hospital (NYM). I had joined a volunteering program before but I didn’t have the opportunity to involve myself in the patient care logistics of a hospital or worked with the doctors and nurses. Nevertheless, I did not have any similar issues with NYM. I was assigned to a general post-op floor and work very closely with the nurses, physician, and other medical practitioners. Therefore, I was reminded why I made the choice to become a physician. Why I went against my traditional family’s goal for me to be a well-offed housewife. I was in awe watching the physician treat the patient in a spectrum of injury but keeping a calm demeanor, even when it was a difficult case. The physicians took charge of the situation, confident in their knowledge and ability.Solidifying my belief that I must improve and apply again to achieve the career that I truly