This is my essay so far. I am looking for a eloquent way to transfer into the part of the essay where I tell more about what I have done to become a nurse. Help?
I twisted uncomfortably in my chair as the sounds of my best friend vomiting up the candy bar I had brought him subsided. Although his father assured me the chemotherapy was entirely at fault, I was cursing myself for being so naïve to his condition and the severity of it. Forcing back tears, I gathered all the strength I had just to smile at him as he turned around to look at me.
Zach, a long-time friend and sixteen year old self-proclaimed comedian, was diagnosed with cancer when a malignant brain tumor was found on his frontal lobe just two weeks before. Although Zach's friends and family knew something was wrong because of his dramatic personality change-he was once comical and extroverted, and now it was a fight to get him out of his room-the diagnosis came only when a psychiatrist recognized his eyes would quickly shake back and forth when he was asked to raise them.
As he faded to sleep, his small and seemingly exhausted mother began to tell me the details of his condition-he rarely laughed, his memory was altered, and the only action left for them to take was to wait patiently for the doctors and surgeons to cure his life-threatening disease.
We both jumped to hear the familiar knock on the door, and awaited the entrance of Zach's nurse, a woman in her late twenties with black-rimmed glasses and her hair gathered into a loose bun. The mood in the room began to lighten, as she loudly welcomed a dazed Zach into consciousness. She joked about the "deliciousness" of the meal he had earlier eaten, the plainness of the room, and she assured him she would bring him something more interesting to watch than the documentary that had been playing for hours on the aged television that hung above us. She did not approach him in a weary way, as I had, but rather, she was cheerful and appeared to have no idea my once rambunctious friend was ill in any way at all. He seemed comfortable around her, and she around him; they looked as if they were old friends, caring for one another-her for his physical condition and him for her emotional one. They seemed equally dependent on one another, and it seemed to me, even after only a short time, she was meant to care for others; she was meant to provide them not only with medicine and clean sheets, but also with optimism and endurance.
That night, as I returned home, I did my best to put my emotions aside and decided to instead devote my time to not only brightening up Zach's life, but also the lives after his. And now, almost three years later, I am determined to do this by following in the footsteps of his admirable and high-spirited nurse.
Because I made the tough decision to attend a two-year college prior to attending a university, I was able to gain firsthand knowledge of the requirements and sacrifices becoming a registered nurse would require. I looked to my peers for encouragement and perseverance, and I found it helpful to hear the stories of nurses, who told me, with pride, of the struggles they overcame to make their dream possible.
Although I am not promised a stress-free college experience or career, becoming a nurse will enable me to not only provide for my own family and other families, but also to continue learning throughout my life. It is impossible to obtain ultimate omniscience in the healthcare field. There are always ways to improve your knowledge base, increase your capacity to withhold stress, and better strengthen a patient's mental health with more than pharmaceuticals. I intend to excel in my field of choice-starting at Texas State University, but ending only when my assistance is no longer required.
I twisted uncomfortably in my chair as the sounds of my best friend vomiting up the candy bar I had brought him subsided. Although his father assured me the chemotherapy was entirely at fault, I was cursing myself for being so naïve to his condition and the severity of it. Forcing back tears, I gathered all the strength I had just to smile at him as he turned around to look at me.
Zach, a long-time friend and sixteen year old self-proclaimed comedian, was diagnosed with cancer when a malignant brain tumor was found on his frontal lobe just two weeks before. Although Zach's friends and family knew something was wrong because of his dramatic personality change-he was once comical and extroverted, and now it was a fight to get him out of his room-the diagnosis came only when a psychiatrist recognized his eyes would quickly shake back and forth when he was asked to raise them.
As he faded to sleep, his small and seemingly exhausted mother began to tell me the details of his condition-he rarely laughed, his memory was altered, and the only action left for them to take was to wait patiently for the doctors and surgeons to cure his life-threatening disease.
We both jumped to hear the familiar knock on the door, and awaited the entrance of Zach's nurse, a woman in her late twenties with black-rimmed glasses and her hair gathered into a loose bun. The mood in the room began to lighten, as she loudly welcomed a dazed Zach into consciousness. She joked about the "deliciousness" of the meal he had earlier eaten, the plainness of the room, and she assured him she would bring him something more interesting to watch than the documentary that had been playing for hours on the aged television that hung above us. She did not approach him in a weary way, as I had, but rather, she was cheerful and appeared to have no idea my once rambunctious friend was ill in any way at all. He seemed comfortable around her, and she around him; they looked as if they were old friends, caring for one another-her for his physical condition and him for her emotional one. They seemed equally dependent on one another, and it seemed to me, even after only a short time, she was meant to care for others; she was meant to provide them not only with medicine and clean sheets, but also with optimism and endurance.
That night, as I returned home, I did my best to put my emotions aside and decided to instead devote my time to not only brightening up Zach's life, but also the lives after his. And now, almost three years later, I am determined to do this by following in the footsteps of his admirable and high-spirited nurse.
Because I made the tough decision to attend a two-year college prior to attending a university, I was able to gain firsthand knowledge of the requirements and sacrifices becoming a registered nurse would require. I looked to my peers for encouragement and perseverance, and I found it helpful to hear the stories of nurses, who told me, with pride, of the struggles they overcame to make their dream possible.
Although I am not promised a stress-free college experience or career, becoming a nurse will enable me to not only provide for my own family and other families, but also to continue learning throughout my life. It is impossible to obtain ultimate omniscience in the healthcare field. There are always ways to improve your knowledge base, increase your capacity to withhold stress, and better strengthen a patient's mental health with more than pharmaceuticals. I intend to excel in my field of choice-starting at Texas State University, but ending only when my assistance is no longer required.
