I started my first year of college with my life planned out. I had a ridiculous notion that everything was going to be a piece of cake. I was going to join different clubs, do lots of research, make the dean’s list, make my parents proud and attend as many parties as I could. However, now when I look back, I realized that I was too comfortable in my life. I thought I was ready to overcome every obstacle that was thrust upon me but I was sadly mistaken. College was a culture shock. I concluded that college is an entirely different universe, then high school. My GPA dropped for the first time in my life from a 3.7 in high school to a 2.8. The decline in my GPA made me realize that my journey to becoming a doctor is not always going to be easy. It made me hunger to go to medical school even more, to overcome the academic and emotional hurdles, and has made every little accomplishment even sweeter. In elementary school, I desired to become a teacher and a pastor, in sixth grade I needed to become a painter like Picasso, but when seventh grade came along all that changed. I watched …show more content…
Like a stalker, I researched Forensic Pathologists online, I found a Pathologist online, and told him about my passion and how I wanted to become a Forensic Pathologist and asked him for guidance in my journey. He sent me a pdf file of a list of things I needed to know about the different kinds of pathology, the level of education and the importance of a Pathologist. His document also mentioned that most Pathologist were old Caucasian men because of the many years it takes, most women decides to do something else. This statement motivated me more and I made up my mind that medicine was not a choice but a must. I not only wanted to help the dead victims, to be their ears, eyes and mouth and to save lives but I wanted to encourage other females to never give up on their
In college, I can live without my parents and balance my lifestyles between academics and social. All my practical knowledge helped me grow into the person I am
My reason to attend Penn State University, Abington, in the fall of 2016 was based on the opportunity that was given to me to explore the area around Philadelphia and to transfer to Penn State University, University Park, within the next two years. Even though I stressed about studying SAT and ACT, writing college admission essays, and balancing my school work at the same time, I was not excited about going to a college as much as my peers and friends were. For me, college was simply an extension of a high school, and it is something I regret and wish to change. I wish I was excited about going to a college, brainstorming creative ideas for my essay to be liked by college administrators and crying for joy that I am going somewhere where I can pursue my dream. Unfortunately, I did not even know what
As a college student, this example showcases multiple attributes. Firstly, it is never too late to change a part of oneself. This may include anything from bad study habits to a lack of social life. Also, no matter how dire a situation may seem, there is always hope. In college this theme is prevalent through attempting to successfully handle class work, clubs, social life and future ambitions.
When I drove home from school, I stopped at a gas station. I wanted to put a full tank in my car. However, as I looked at the gas price, I realized I could not afford it. I panicked. I knew there was a shortage of gas this week, and the gas prices had increased.
Some people in elementary school knew they wanted to be doctors. Classmates of mine in middle school expressed their desires to become teachers. And yet for freshman year me, I had no idea what my future would hold—and I was terrified. I had done decently academically, managed to swim without drowning, and could muster a couple songs on the violin. But in a larger sense, it often felt like I was going through the motions, living another day just to do so.
Ever since high school, I knew I wanted to work in the pathology field. I thought I wanted to be a pathologist. I talked to the career counselors at my school and expressed my interest. Fortunately for me, I was contacted not much after about an internship at Montefiore Medical Center. I would come to learn that Montefiore Medical Center is the teaching hospital of Albert Einstein College of Medicine.
My focus of the project was myself in a new outfit for my first college forensic meet that took place Tuesday October 20th. I crossed my fingers for good luck before taking the selfie. Under the main pictures is a picture of my Dad and I with my big catch of the Volkmann family fishing trip. Seeing that picture reminds me of fishing with my dad and the fun times of reeling that big fish in. The SMSU sign is on top of my collage to show my pride and love for my college.
By the time I graduate high school, I will already have my college associate degree that I will have earned through my hard work and dedication. Even though I went through a lot at such a young age, it has shaped me in every possible way. I was exposed to a whole different language and culture, but I was able to succeed through my strong desire of success and dedication. I am thankful for every challenge that I had to go through because if it was not for them, I would not be the person I am
As a biomedical technician, I deal with a lot of technical jargon as well as other technical items such as schematics. From the start of my career, service manuals have been a big part of my daily routine. I use them for troubleshooting equipment, as well as running the require calibrations. Anybody listening in to a conversation with a fellow tech might think we are speaking a foreign language. Some of the terms we use can be used in other fields that involve having a technical background; some are unique to our chosen field of work.
On September 24, 2013, my mother was diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer. I was only a freshman in high school and I was completely and utterly devastated. Through her journey of countless surgeries, chemo and radiation treatments, and heartbreak, my burning passion of becoming a doctor has continued to grow. I will be honest, I once was the student who earned all A 's and one or two B 's, and although I always cared for my grades, I never put in as much effort as I could have given.
I've always wanted to pursue a career in criminal justice, and people have often asked me why. Usually I'll brush it off or come up with some impromptu answer like “It seems exciting!” or “I’ve watched too much NCIS.”, and although those are very true, it is not really the whole story. My father has inspired me to get into the field, but not way you many would assume. No, he was never lawyer, cop, or correctional officer; he was on the other side of the law.
“You're so frail and slight in (the moon’s) silvery light; Our fate is not one we can fight.” (A Cruel Angel’s Thesis) Fate is predetermined by forces beyond human capacity, yet humans attempt to take control of the process through the pressures of society. Society applies a standard of perfection and success to new generation, even if the environment has changed to reflect a new era. As a teenager growing up in California, my life is influenced not from my wishes, but rather those of my environment, as competition is rampant to join the ranks of programmers and engineers.
After nearly losing my eye, nearly having my veins and arteries give out, and watching my father become unresponsive, I knew that I wanted to go into the medical field. This became a part of my very being, I strove and strive to learn as much about first aid and treatments as I am able. As it came time for me to think on a career path I was forced to think about the logistics of college pricing and efficiency; I decided on going through an EMT course, attempting to get a job to pay for the rest of my schooling as a nurse or search and rescue
Everyone in high school looks to one thing their whole 4 years of high school that is graduation I never really realized it till it hit me I 'm a senior in high school and I have no idea what I am doing I have a 2.0 GPA and I never really took school seriously I 've learned a lot of very important lessons these past 4 years. The first thing I learned is to enjoy life at the moment because time flies very quickly in the blink of an eye you 're all grown up. The second thing I learned was you should have fun but not too much fun there are things I regret and then there are the things I know I did right. I 've made some really bad decisions
“Just get into a school”, my godfather would remind me, and a school I got into indeed. I was grateful that I got admitted to a college, but I was still indifferent about where I went since it was not my choice. Therefore, I did not care for much but my schoolwork and readings, hence I signed up for seven courses. As I walked towards my first chemistry lecture, patting myself on the back for being an “overachiever”, I thought that that this was the first day of my towards my job. Little I knew that my unscathed bubble of perfection would turn that overachievement into a soul grave.