My Experience In Education

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I grasped the pen with an enthusiasm knowing that I would enter a portal to new world within a blink of an eye. My signature was written in a black ink. It was official I was going to begin a program of nursing assistance. I knew that the training institute I was going to reside was going to bring new potential to my life. I had opened a door of new possibilities that would come upon me as still being seventeen years old. My stomach squirmed with butterflies fleeing against my skin. A tingling sensation beneath my cerebellum began to hinder to my toes. I could no longer sustain the tingles I shook off and took a breath of relief. I grieved with an unquenchable thirst for learning. I knew the possibilities for my dreams have taken one step closer against me.
It was summer vacation and being a teenager most would take the pathway of not doing anything educated on their 2 month break; but I thought differently, I wanted to affirm myself to a program that would lead me closer to the medical field. In my head I took the pathway with prosperous opportunities at the age of seventeen. Instead of sitting down and watching television all summer long, I started my first day of a nursing assistance program. Being surely aware what I was getting myself into, I shook off the bad vibes and walked into a building that inside held information that would open my mind to my lifelong dreams of bettering my education. Walking inside the elegant building, my pink water bottle was being held by my pointer finger and my scrubs made a sweeping noise when my left leg passed my right leg. I knew that God would give me sign that this was the best thing I would ever do for myself.
Fearless and brave I helped residents in there time of need, in the times that no one else would be there as their eyes and ears. Being the sophisticated young lady my parents raised, I knew to value everyone rights. Residents were trapped in a cage with fear of death, but I tried making there last days part of mine. I valued them as if my parents or I were in the position the residents were in. Pressure sores, scares, mental and physical illnesses surrounded me as I paced back and forth the aisles looking inside residents rooms. Lights repeatedly flickered from each room an ill person laid. Some would go off every second I left, I was aware that residents wanted a companion in the latest times of their sickly lives. The impact of such pain in my heart aches for sadness, and fear to leave the residents after my last days of training. I left the facility with the last goodbyes I would ever have from them. I felt like I had left part of my heart with them, but then I knew I had helped residents with conformity. I became family of the residents; I was there eyes and ears. No one else had the passion I had for the residents’ well-being.
Leaving the