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Jan 14, 2013
Undergraduate / "I found my calling in the silence"- an admission essay I'm using for a few colleges [2]
I am using this essay to apply to quite a few colleges. All of the colleges have a free essay prompt on the topic of our choice. Feel free to lend me as much constructive criticism as Thanks!
There was no pulse--there was no breathing; amid the silence of my patient's body, there was chaos all round. I was seventeen and scared, but in the midst of a clutter of hands working for a single purpose, I found my home.
When I walked into my first EMT class I quickly scoped the room and found that I was the youngest one there at just sixteen; thus, I was shy and apprehensive. As the months went on, I gained a sense of confidence, leadership, and dedication I never knew I was capable of. I was an aspiring EMT; being submissive and hesitant was no longer an option. There is absolutely no room for self-doubt when caring for a patient or for bashfulness when orders need to be given loud and clear. There is no other day in my life that I felt such a feeling of accomplishment and pride in myself than when I became a certified EMT after months of extensive training and testing.
Somewhere between listening to my patients' life sagas when they want to be transported to the furthest hospital possible on a Sunday night and an ambulance bench that I spent countless nights sleeping on voyaging back to the station, I discovered my niche. Despite the opinions of most who could not even fathom working under the stress and time constrains we are often put under, I think quite the opposite. When I step into the ambulance, it automatically becomes my office. Nothing else matters but the safety and well-being of my patient; all other personal matters and worries cease to exist and the cab of the ambulance becomes my world. Even with the sirens wailing, the ambulance becomes my quiet place where I am free to focus on my craft. Working in a force made predominately of males, I have also learned how to hold my own and work twice as hard to prove my capabilities
Both the partnership and independence being an EMT has brought me are two of the most important and valued qualities that I have developed from my experience, however my discoveries did not stop there. I have learned the true meaning of horror, yet the true meaning of thankfulness. I have witnessed the arrival of a new life and the death of an aged one. I have had calls that were almost too much to handle and I have had times where I needed to shake it off by the very next day. I have been placed in unbelievably comical situations and I have had calls when I needed to hold back tears.
I once had a paramedic tell me, "good EMTs never stop seeking knowledge and experience. When they do, they've failed at their profession." As I follow my dreams in the medical field, I aim to never fail at my profession.
I am using this essay to apply to quite a few colleges. All of the colleges have a free essay prompt on the topic of our choice. Feel free to lend me as much constructive criticism as Thanks!
There was no pulse--there was no breathing; amid the silence of my patient's body, there was chaos all round. I was seventeen and scared, but in the midst of a clutter of hands working for a single purpose, I found my home.
When I walked into my first EMT class I quickly scoped the room and found that I was the youngest one there at just sixteen; thus, I was shy and apprehensive. As the months went on, I gained a sense of confidence, leadership, and dedication I never knew I was capable of. I was an aspiring EMT; being submissive and hesitant was no longer an option. There is absolutely no room for self-doubt when caring for a patient or for bashfulness when orders need to be given loud and clear. There is no other day in my life that I felt such a feeling of accomplishment and pride in myself than when I became a certified EMT after months of extensive training and testing.
Somewhere between listening to my patients' life sagas when they want to be transported to the furthest hospital possible on a Sunday night and an ambulance bench that I spent countless nights sleeping on voyaging back to the station, I discovered my niche. Despite the opinions of most who could not even fathom working under the stress and time constrains we are often put under, I think quite the opposite. When I step into the ambulance, it automatically becomes my office. Nothing else matters but the safety and well-being of my patient; all other personal matters and worries cease to exist and the cab of the ambulance becomes my world. Even with the sirens wailing, the ambulance becomes my quiet place where I am free to focus on my craft. Working in a force made predominately of males, I have also learned how to hold my own and work twice as hard to prove my capabilities
Both the partnership and independence being an EMT has brought me are two of the most important and valued qualities that I have developed from my experience, however my discoveries did not stop there. I have learned the true meaning of horror, yet the true meaning of thankfulness. I have witnessed the arrival of a new life and the death of an aged one. I have had calls that were almost too much to handle and I have had times where I needed to shake it off by the very next day. I have been placed in unbelievably comical situations and I have had calls when I needed to hold back tears.
I once had a paramedic tell me, "good EMTs never stop seeking knowledge and experience. When they do, they've failed at their profession." As I follow my dreams in the medical field, I aim to never fail at my profession.