There are few certainties of what one will encounter during life. A common joke names two: death and taxes. I would be so bold as to add one more, disease. Of the three, the one certainty human beings have the most “control” over is disease. Death is inevitable and as long as governments exist, so are taxes. Disease is also inevitable, however, there are methods to combat the recurrences, spread and danger of this malady. My dream is to learn the techniques required to assist my fellow human beings in their struggle against disease.
Since graduating college I have given considerable thought toward finding the best path to blaze in pursuit of this quest. In doing so, I have had to face mistakes that I made during my time at Pitzer College. I committed a grievous error of judgment due to an underlying lack of maturity. Being young and naïve I did both my girlfriend of the time and myself a tremendous disservice by completing her work for her. This increasingly heavy load is responsible for the downward slope in my grades. Through college I found it neigh impossible to ask for help, as the thought petrified me. From an early age, my father mistakenly led me to believe that if I did not instantly grasp a concept I would be looked down upon with the utmost disapproval and pity for someone who is so stupid. My grades faltered because I relied solely on class notes and my own abilities, to succeed. Since graduating college, I have learned that there is nothing wrong with asking questions or seeking help. Professors did not look down on you for seeking their assistance. My improved performance since graduating is a display of my new willingness to ask for clarification or assistance as well as the time to focus solely on my own studies. My switch from the realm of Astrophysics came about due to the lack of personal interaction in this field, as well as an intense desire to stave off death, stemming from my sister’s murder at the Pentagon on September 11th. Attending medical degree in medicine is the personification of this dream.
My time of search led me to join the Clinical Care Extender’s (CCE) at the recommendation of one of my old advisors as well as the experiences of a classmate involved in the program. I desired an inside look into the medical profession so I could decide once and for all if I belonged there or not. I was instantly hooked. Once I entered the ER, I never wanted to leave. I would stay for twelve hours instead of the required four, stak...
