My assignment was to write a reflective essay that could be used as a college application essay. Please help me by editing it and by telling me what needs to be expanded upon or changed. Thank you so much!
I was sprinting across the field to help an athlete who had just collapsed, I could
feel my pulse rising out of the normal 72 beats per minute range, thoughts pounded
through my head: the biceps insert at your radial tuberosity, originate at the corchoid
process and the superior portion of the glenoid fossa. As I approached, I knew that I was
capable of doing whatever was necessary, whether it was a shoulder injury or a conscious
evaluation. I took control of the situation, confident that I had all the knowledge needed.
I can recall any origin, insertion, or action of any muscle I learned last year as a
junior (level 1) in Northgate Sports Medicine. Not only did I learn more anatomy than I
ever thought my brain could handle, 15 different tape jobs (any of which I could
complete in under five minutes), and how to deal with an athlete who was conscious,
choking or in need of CPR, I learned a valuable lesson in believing in myself.
Carrying my five pound sports medicine binder, stuffed with neatly arranged
notes, I spent every minute reviewing flashcards. Sports Med was the first class I had
taken where I wasn't studying for the A, but for myself. I wanted to prove to myself that I
could succeed. I was tired of second guessing myself.
June quickly came and it was certification time- the one hour practical when my
knowledge and confidence would be truly tested. A scenario was presented and I had
multiple athletes who needed my help, while questions were being screamed in my face.
This hour is what I had been working tirelessly toward all year, the cumulative test of
everything that I had learned that year. The level 2's (second year students) administered
the test while trying to make you crack. As a level two, success is not achievable unless I
had confidence. How are athletes supposed to trust me if I do not trust myself?
I was sprinting across the field to help an athlete who had just collapsed, I could
feel my pulse rising out of the normal 72 beats per minute range, thoughts pounded
through my head: the biceps insert at your radial tuberosity, originate at the corchoid
process and the superior portion of the glenoid fossa. As I approached, I knew that I was
capable of doing whatever was necessary, whether it was a shoulder injury or a conscious
evaluation. I took control of the situation, confident that I had all the knowledge needed.
I can recall any origin, insertion, or action of any muscle I learned last year as a
junior (level 1) in Northgate Sports Medicine. Not only did I learn more anatomy than I
ever thought my brain could handle, 15 different tape jobs (any of which I could
complete in under five minutes), and how to deal with an athlete who was conscious,
choking or in need of CPR, I learned a valuable lesson in believing in myself.
Carrying my five pound sports medicine binder, stuffed with neatly arranged
notes, I spent every minute reviewing flashcards. Sports Med was the first class I had
taken where I wasn't studying for the A, but for myself. I wanted to prove to myself that I
could succeed. I was tired of second guessing myself.
June quickly came and it was certification time- the one hour practical when my
knowledge and confidence would be truly tested. A scenario was presented and I had
multiple athletes who needed my help, while questions were being screamed in my face.
This hour is what I had been working tirelessly toward all year, the cumulative test of
everything that I had learned that year. The level 2's (second year students) administered
the test while trying to make you crack. As a level two, success is not achievable unless I
had confidence. How are athletes supposed to trust me if I do not trust myself?
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