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In the summer of , with my first year of medical school completed, I embarked upon my last official summer vacation with two things in mind: a basketball tournament in Dallas and one in Atlanta. My closest friends and I had been playing in tournaments for the past 10 summers, and it was a sacred bond forged together in the name of competition. However, two weeks before our first tournament, I became instantly and overwhelmingly short of breath. Having been born to Korean immigrant parents, I was raised to utilize the hospital in emergency cases only, and I knew this was such a case.
A few scans later, doctors discovered numerous pulmonary emboli PE , caused by a subclavian deep vein thrombosis DVT , and just like that, I was lying in a bed of a major hospital for a life threatening condition. Fast forward a few months, and I am lying in a similar bed to treat the underlying cause of the sublclavian DVT: a first rib removal.
There is little that can adequately prepare someone physically, emotionally or spiritually to undergo surgery; and my thoughts continued to race in the days following. In addition to the expected physical pain, isolation, fear and frustration were a few of the emotions I experienced in the four day ordeal.
Quite frankly, the past nine months have been difficult, literally full of blood, sweat and tears. But through it all, I have been able to maintain my positivity and gratitude knowing that I have gained the invaluable experience of being a patient and discovering the vulnerability and trust that patients give their doctors. Patients indulge information to doctors that they may have never told anyone in their life and in doing so, place a great deal of trust and responsibility in the hands of a doctor.
Many patients will not understand the mechanism of disease behind their condition and anticipate that the doctor will explain to them and their family why it is that they are feeling the way they are and ultimately heal them. And that is precisely what my surgeon understood: the privilege of being able to care for patients and the intimacy of the doctor-patient relationship. There are few times where a patient and their loved ones are more vulnerable and in need of compassion than when dealing with a hospitalization.
Such ideals are rooted in love and compassion for patients, not as clients in the health care system, but as fellow human beings striving to make something of themselves and the world around them I.
Unfortunately, the ordeal of living with a chronic illness or undergoing a major operation extends beyond the confines of the hospital. Such foresight in anticipating financial concerns and directing me on the next steps to be taken provided relief in the surmounting stress.
This means we will make mistakes, some of which can result in life-threatening consequences. One of the strongest points of this essay is that Joseph takes a negative personal experience and shows what he learned from it and how it caused him to grow as a person. At that moment, I wish I could have hugged Ethan. My growth as a person was exponential. Within two months, my world expanded to include polyamory. But not jealous when she cheated on me.
It can be easier sometimes with one person, absolutely. As someone who is both polyamorus and queer, I feel like parts of my family and large parts of my community marginalize me for being different because society has told them to.
I want to change that. Since I will be studying for an entire year in Prague, I will have the opportunity to attend the annual Mezipatra, an international film festival in November that screens around a hundred top-ranking films on lesbian, bisexual, transsexual and queer themes. When I came out to my sister-in-law, she told me that people who are really set in their ways are more likely to be tolerant to different kinds of people after having relationships with these people.
If I can be an example to my family, I can be an example to my classmates. If I can get the opportunity to travel abroad, I can be an example to the world. Not just through my relationships, but through my art. Fade in: A college student wanting to study abroad tells his conservative parents the truth… Working on your scholarship essay or personal statement? If this sounds like you, then please share your story.
Recall the most cherished memory with your father figure. When a child is born, he or she is given a birth certificate, which provides information such as name, date and place of birth, but most importantly it provides the names of the parents of the child.
My father left when I was one year old and I will soon be turning 17; I did the math and found that for about days he has neglected me. He was able to sleep nights without knowing whether or not I was dead or alive. In those days I learned how to walk, talk, and I became a strong young man without the provider of my Y Chromosome because he is nothing more to me than that. In the past I believed that my father was necessary to rise but instead I found that false hope was an unnecessary accessory and now I refuse to let the fact that I am fatherless define the limits of the great things that I can accomplish.
I, however, have found that grit can come from anywhere. When I was in middle school I was overweight and many other boys would call me names, and even after going to administration several times nothing changed and for several years I kept myself at bay because if I had done anything in return I would be no better than those guys who bullied me. I previously had this perception that somebody else would come to my rescue, that somebody else would provide the mental strength to combat the hardships that were sent my way.
But as time passed I grew tired of waiting for help that was never going to come so I had to become my own hero. Since making that decision I have been liberated from the labels that previously confined me and I took back control of my own life.
My ability to be self motivated has assisted me in becoming a leader in several of my extracurricular activities. I also developed skills on the wrestling mat. On one occasion I wrestled the person who was ranked the 9th best wrestler in the state and although I did not win there was not a single second that I was afraid to fail because I knew I gave it my all. Similarly I have put the same effort into becoming a successful.
Make most of the dash. I know the difficulty that latinos face in this day and age I can envision assisting other young latinos achieving their dreams. I believe the most valuable thing in this world is opportunity because sometimes all it takes for someone to be successful is a chance to do so. Consequently I would like to be part of that chance that can foster the growth of future success.
How did you manage to overcome this obstacle? What did you learn and how did you grow from it? Filling out this application, and my college applications, has forced me to face head on the realities that I've grown up in.
Looking back and describing my life I see all the ways in which I am disadvantaged due to my socioeconomic status. But I think it's important to note that I wasn't fully aware of any of it growing up. I knew that my parents couldn't buy me everything, but I also knew that they hardly ever said no.
I was a very normal child, asking for chicken nuggets and looking at mom and dad any time I was scared or unsure of something. I did not have a positive experience with foster care, but I admit, I had no desire to.
There was one gleam of hope in my experience though. I had a great social worker. I fought her decisions every step of the way, and she still managed to find a family that would help me get through high school. My social worker attended my graduation ceremony. She was the only person I invited. I was only one of countless children she had helped over the years. I am committed to pursuing a career as a professional widget maker and, as you can see from my transcript, am making progress toward earning a degree in this field with an excellent grade point average.
In addition to focusing on my studies full-time, I am also involved in a number of campus and community activities. As you know, a college education is quite expensive, but it is an investment that is certainly worthwhile. I received a partial scholarship from XYZ University as an incoming freshman, and am paying for the rest of my educational expenses with student loans and the money that I earn from my job.
It is difficult to maintain a steady stream of income in freelance because I spend so much time on my school work.
She was the only person I invited. I work a typical day during my summer vacation and despite the early mornings, nothing has made me happier. College was always factored into the percentage and the overall formula for life. Later, if it was not for my uncle, my mom would not have been able to come to America to give me a better life.
In order to make my dreams a reality, I need financial aid. The administration of my school dismissed it, but it caught the attention of my local newspaper. I, however, have found that grit can come from anywhere. If my sister can do it, I can do it. I used my education to gain skills and open doors for myself such as an internship at my local hospital. I was actually quite surprised that a high school teacher was giving me a book titled Lies My Teacher Told Me.
The more involved I became with my family, the more I knew what I wanted to be in the future. I got my GED at 29 and enrolled in nursing school. They are my daily reminder of what unites us as Haitians—our ability to triumph in the face of adversity. I hope to no longer experience hardships such as homelessness, poverty, and economic difficulties, as I had in my young life. Last summer, to continue exploring my interest in engineering, I interned at Boeing.
It was an incredible feeling regaining my confidence and surety in my abilities, as a result of the additional help that I received from my dance teacher, Ms. This scholarship could offset some of the costs and reduce my workload as a whole. Success is also very important to me.