2. Discuss background, attitudes, and interest that have convinced you to pursue a bachelor's degree in nursing.
I talked to a childhood friend a few weeks ago. She asked what I was doing with myself these days. I told her that I was applying to a nursing school and that I worked in a hospital. We both giggled when she reminded me of related events long past. She also commented on how I always talked about becoming a nurse when we were kids. A vision that I still hold dear.
Growing up in the Philippines was a difficult experience. Poverty was commonplace. Each day was a struggle. I didn't know anyone who had medical insurance or who could afford a medical service. Whenever anyone contracted a threatening illness, family and friends had to come to their aid. In our town, that was my mother and grandfather. Since my grandfather and I were inseparable, I was always in tow. At first, I helped by transporting and delivering messages and medicines. By the age of 14 however, I had become quite capable. I could be relied upon to effectively care for the sick, deliver babies, clean and bandage wounds and even gather and prepare medicinal herbs from the jungle. I really enjoyed helping people in this way. It is an environment I've always felt most comfortable in. At this point, I knew beyond any doubt what it was that I wanted to do with my life.
After high school, I wanted so much to attend nursing school. Since my parents couldn't afford it however, I settled for business school. It was a far less expensive alternative. To pay for college, I worked nights at a local McDonald's and prepared jewelry, candy and various other food that I put up for sale on campus. Upon graduating, I went to work for Dispo Philippines, a pharmaceutical company. I supervised 12 salesman. We engaged in selling supplies directly to hospitals. Though aware of my vital role in the function of 40 hospitals and clinics, I didn't get a real sense of accomplishment from doing this job. I didn't feel that I was making the right kind of a difference. My interest and my heart were elsewhere.
During my fourth year of employment at Dispo Philippines, I met my husband and relocated to the United States of America. Once here, I obtained a job at a local hospital and immediately began applying to nursing schools. It has been frustrating. I have had problems getting accepted. But because his brother was a doctor, grandfather won't let me quit. He has always wanted me to become a nurse or a doctor and checks with me at least twice a year. My husband, doctors I work with and my operating room managers are all cheering me on. They believe that I would make a great nurse. On a personal note, I feel that I have got to reclaim my own sense of self-worth.
Please accept me.
Finally, in five years, I'd like to be close to getting a master's degree in nursing.
I talked to a childhood friend a few weeks ago. She asked what I was doing with myself these days. I told her that I was applying to a nursing school and that I worked in a hospital. We both giggled when she reminded me of related events long past. She also commented on how I always talked about becoming a nurse when we were kids. A vision that I still hold dear.
Growing up in the Philippines was a difficult experience. Poverty was commonplace. Each day was a struggle. I didn't know anyone who had medical insurance or who could afford a medical service. Whenever anyone contracted a threatening illness, family and friends had to come to their aid. In our town, that was my mother and grandfather. Since my grandfather and I were inseparable, I was always in tow. At first, I helped by transporting and delivering messages and medicines. By the age of 14 however, I had become quite capable. I could be relied upon to effectively care for the sick, deliver babies, clean and bandage wounds and even gather and prepare medicinal herbs from the jungle. I really enjoyed helping people in this way. It is an environment I've always felt most comfortable in. At this point, I knew beyond any doubt what it was that I wanted to do with my life.
After high school, I wanted so much to attend nursing school. Since my parents couldn't afford it however, I settled for business school. It was a far less expensive alternative. To pay for college, I worked nights at a local McDonald's and prepared jewelry, candy and various other food that I put up for sale on campus. Upon graduating, I went to work for Dispo Philippines, a pharmaceutical company. I supervised 12 salesman. We engaged in selling supplies directly to hospitals. Though aware of my vital role in the function of 40 hospitals and clinics, I didn't get a real sense of accomplishment from doing this job. I didn't feel that I was making the right kind of a difference. My interest and my heart were elsewhere.
During my fourth year of employment at Dispo Philippines, I met my husband and relocated to the United States of America. Once here, I obtained a job at a local hospital and immediately began applying to nursing schools. It has been frustrating. I have had problems getting accepted. But because his brother was a doctor, grandfather won't let me quit. He has always wanted me to become a nurse or a doctor and checks with me at least twice a year. My husband, doctors I work with and my operating room managers are all cheering me on. They believe that I would make a great nurse. On a personal note, I feel that I have got to reclaim my own sense of self-worth.
Please accept me.
Finally, in five years, I'd like to be close to getting a master's degree in nursing.