One of the things that has always been hard for me to do is talk about myself. Yes, I can recount an experience that has occurred in my life and look at how that has changed me as I age, but when it comes to truly speaking of who I am, I draw a blank. I am sure that this has happened to many people besides myself, but I do like to think I am special. My interest have altered throughout the years of my high school career. For as long as I can remember my dream was to become a police officer. Taking down bad guys, saving the day, that kind of idea. However, during my Sophomore year I had a change of heart and turned my spectrum towards the nursing field. Once again I felt empowered to help people and save the day, but my fervor died away almost as soon as it showed arrived. I was lost and had nowhere to look to. I began to really dig deep down to see what I was truly passionate about. I saw that I had a passion for helping people, by wanting to know their problems and helping them find the solution. In concluding my deep search of myself I realized …show more content…
During my first two years I slacked off, caring not about school, but about silly things that usually got me in trouble. To be brutally honest I did not care at all about anything. I certainly did not favors for myself. However, as I came out of my second year I realized that if I did not start being a better student I would not have a very nice academic future. I dug deep down into myself again thinking of things that would drive me and keep me going through the rough times. To this day the ideas that I thought of still drive me. These ideas are as follow: I want my parents to be proud of my achievements, I want to be proud of myself, I want to earn my place and earn my achievements, I want to raise a family one day and support them in ways that i was not, and most importantly, I want to help people who can not help