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The time I spent at Jamaica Hospital. Cardiology is something that I have always been zealous about.


chickenonrice 1 / -  
Dec 3, 2011   #1
Walking into the beautifully furnished hospital building, I scanned the area. There were hundreds of patients waiting for prescriptions, medications, physicals and more. As I walked down the hallway, I see two nurses assisting a man with an amputated leg. Beyond this hallway was an elevator which would lead to my haven for the next few weeks: Division of Cardiology of Jamaica Hospital. While I interned here, I was expected to learn about the basics of cardiology while also learning how file paperwork and interacting with different patient personas.

Cardiology is something that I have always been zealous about. As a child my father, who is an Interventional Cardiologist, was a very influential role model for me. He would always be reading various doctor and cardiology-related journals. Sometimes I would sit with him and try to understand the obscure images and diagrams which depict the insides of a clogged heart artery or of a heart injected with radioactive material for a stress test. By the age of 12, I could name different parts of the heart and their corresponding blood flow with much ease. The thought of an organ pumping blood and keeping the body operational intrigued me very much.

These peculiar father-to-son bonding moments I shared with my extremely busy dad have influenced my future clearly: Becoming a successful doctor and surpassing my own father. Interning at Jamaica Hospital's respectable Division of Cardiology was the only way I was going to truly experience any real action. Upon my arrival, I met with the Head of the department, Mrs. V. Mohammed- a colleague of my father. Under her guidance, I was able learn all about the cardiology field. Upon my arrival to the clinic, V. Mohammed allowed to me to observe different surgeries, tests and treatments given to patients which I had only heard about from my father. For the next few weeks I was swimming in paper work- photocopying medical forms to inputting patient information on the hospital's database, while also observing angioplasty surgeries, Echocardiograms and Electrocardiography.

During my internship there were moments where I became hesitant of my opportunities, but with sheer hard work, diligence and dedication, I took these opportunities and used them to explore my own character. These opportunities included shadowing other colleagues of my father or to observe different surgeries.

The time I spent at Jamaica Hospital is a very valuable and memorable experience for me. I was able to understand and thoroughly explore myself and also comprehend my own potential. Even when the Islamic holiday, Ramadan, came in August I worked to my full capability, despite the pangs of hunger attacking my stomach.

Overall, this internship has definitively made me wanting more. I plan on coming back to Jamaica Hospital in the future to intern and learn more about how a clinic operates and learn more about Cardiology.

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my additional information essay:

"You're not the same as you were before. You were much more..."muchier". You've lost your "muchness""

-Mad Hatter, Alice in Wonderland
Looking back a couple of years, the thought of moving to a new school district didn't seem so
difficult. The concept of moving to a different home, a different town and a different school truly
seemed like a walk in a park, especially since I was only moving a couple of miles away. However, after
experiencing it first hand, I can definitely say it is "more easily said than done."
As a young boy, I was extremely connected to my peers and teachers. I never really thought of
the bonds I formed with people and never truly put any value behind these bonds. But after I moved, I
realized how essential these bonds are. The bonds people make with others through interaction,
memorable experiences and emotion are truly invaluable. These bonds cannot be replaced at all. They
truly make you who you are.
My first day at Wheatley of ninth grade was like fighting a battle on foreign lands. These foreign
lands included a small school community in a suburban area. I was confused, desperate and lost, all at
the same time. Since Kindergarten I was used to living in an urban area with crowded classrooms and
seeing friends everywhere and now I was in a place I did not want to be: A suburban high school with an
extremely small school community population of five hundred students. These students all knew each
other since the beginning of their school life and knew everything about each other. I had no idea who
was who, where was where but I had one goal in mind: Getting through the day. In order to complete
this goal I kept on reminding myself about a part of Eragon, a fantasy novel, where the protagonist,
Eragon, trains and ultimately fights his nemesis, Galbatorix. At one point, Eragon felt like he was going to
die of mental and physical exhaustion, but continued training, despite being confused, desperate and
lost. Eventually, Eragon and I both questioned ourselves, making us lose our confidence and sight of our
objective. Neither of us realized that we would lose interest in our goal, despite working so hard. By the
end of junior year, I had lost total confidence in myself, causing me to become weak, academically and
socially. I was at the point where I had no idea who I was anymore. I had lost that "muchness" that Alice
had lost after going through a series of conflicts, from Alice in Wonderland. Despite this new dilemma,
Eragon and I still worked very hard.
I slowly came to realize that extra-curricular activities would mitigate my disconnect with the
school. Joining various clubs such as the Inter-Cultural Unity (ICU)) and Environmental Action Committee
(EAC) helped me interact with the school community and learn about my interests on the environment
and different cultures. Perhaps the biggest alleviator was ICU's main focus: the ICU Luncheon. This
specific day is dedicated to celebrate various cultures through food, music and a talent show and a
fashion show. My dedication to such clubs will hopefully continue in college.
After three years of 'battling on foreign lands', the battle is finally over for me. My fight to adjust
to a new school district was successful. These 'foreign lands' have become my home. My adjustment to
this 'tight-knit' community, although difficult, proved to be extremely beneficial and successful. I was
able to create new bonds between new friends through various experiences. With each bond, I have
become more dedicated and have become stronger mentally and emotionally

(I NEED HELP SORTING AND ORGANIZING THIS AND EXPANDING THIS. I feel like I am not getting to the point: Moving to a new school district and slowly losing confidence in myself, causing me to become academically and socially weak and how now I have successfully adapted to this school.


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