Simone Van Iderstine was 16 years old when she became pregnant with her first child, Eve MacKinnon. Eve was an accident, she was not supposed to be a result of what happened that night at the party. The first person she told when she found out she was pregnant was Jessica MacBeth. Simone then had to face what she would find the most stressful out of the whole pregnancy; telling her mother, Tanya O’Connor Flynn. Tanya was not very happy with that news.
My partner Giovanna and I first went to a building downtown near Bayside. Where there is a lot happening from one place to another. This structure had thirty-nine floors and it was called the One Biscayne Tower. The elevators were super-fast and frightening. It felt as though we were riding the Tower of Terror at Disney.
For this assignment, I interviewed my mother Elaine Meskouris. Director at Evlavia Doulavarous Preschool in Flushing, NY. 1. Me: So Mrs. Meskouris, why did you become a preschool director?
Lauren Brooksby is Resident Assistant for 2nd floor New Heritage building 29. Not only is she a beautiful person inside out but she is also a great RA- someone that us residents greatly respect and love.
The classroom that I did my lessons in was a third grade classroom at Diamond Lake elementary School. The children in the class were eight and nine years old and the teacher was named Miss R. The classroom was set up with many individual desks that were grouped in groups of 5. Four of the desks faced each other and the last desk on the end faced the front. This week, I had a great opportunity to re-interview my host teacher about how she thinks I did this semester.
When we are babies we did not see the world as black or white, we all look alike. We don’t realize that we are divergent until our parents tell us otherwise. As we get older we realize that we do not look alike. Our identity, personality, and self-esteem began to develop. We become influence by our surroundings and other social issues.
She talked to me about all the ways music therapy was used, and all the clients it was used with. She opened up a whole new perspective to me, that involved much more than just children. I learned music therapy was used with Alzheimer patients: something my papaw had struggled with for a long while before he passed away. It made me think, if it could help with memory, it could have helped my mamaw who struggled with her memory when she had bleeding on the brain. Knowing that music therapy could have helped many of my family members, it made me respect the program even more, and lead me to where I am
I was born in Berwyn, Illinois in McNeal Hospital on August 6, 2000, on a Sunday. I was born a month earlier than I was supposed to be, making me a premature baby. I weighed 5 pounds, 6 ounces and was 19 ½ inches long. As my father saw me he told my mother, “I make the most beautiful babies.” My mother’s family thought I looked like my father, the exact same nose, eyes, and lips.
Work with children Throughout my high school and college years, I have had several experiences with children that have all played a part in shaping my love for working with children. During high school, I spent two summers nannying for two young school aged children. Working with these siblings really made me realize how much fun I have working with children and watching them grow. Once I came to college, I started another babysitting job working with two four year old twin girls.
For the past two years I have had the opportunity to volunteer in the cancer centre at the Princess Margaret Hospital in Toronto. My first experience at the hospital was a holiday children's party. This party was catered toward children who were in the midst of getting cancer treatments or who were affected by someone with Cancer at the hospital. That day, I had the privilege of taking the minds of innocent children and bringing them to a happy place where their medical disadvantage didn't exist. Their faces glowing with delight after Santa Clause called their name to present each child with a personalized gift, was a gift in itself.
Our first baby was due on Christmas Eve, and by November, we were pretty organized. Hey, we'd bought a crib and a stroller. My partner's teaching semester would end early enough that we'd have weeks to paint the baby's room, fill the freezer with meals, have evenings out... One windy night, November 13 to be exact, I woke to the house shaking. We opened the front door and a rush of tree branches burst in.
I was told by a counselor that as kids we have an understanding that our elders, such as our grandparents are most likely to pass away, and are not prepared to suffer unexpected losses. It was Sunday night, I was sitting in my living room arranging my 12 pack of brand new sharpie highlighters, which I was thinking about sharing with my friend Monday morning at school. I was in fourth grade, my mom was out of town, she would be home in a couple of hours. My dad came into the living room and asked if he could change the channel, I agreed. I would have usually gone into my room since he turned on the news, but I stayed.
Before starting this essay, I was wondering what to write, but I then realised a reoccurring event, that happens at least every 3 to 5 years. My parents would fight and it would result into them separating, staying in different homes until the fight is resolved. They never divorced, they just stayed apart, always swearing to get a divorce that never seems to happen. According to my mother there were fights in the household when I was a baby and even before I was born.
My passion for healthcare lies with patient care. I enjoy taking care of patients and their family. I have chosen to become a family nurse practitioner because I can combine nursing and medicine to provide a higher level of care to my patients. As a nurse practitioner will be able to make an impact on my patient’s health through, health promotion, disease prevention, managing acute and chronic conditions and improving patient’s health (Wynne,
These questions overwhelmed me until I remembered why I was doing this – to make a positive difference in patients’ lives. Over the next three weeks, I learned to interact with Robert on a personal level. Following my first visit with Robert, he asked me if I will see him next time I am at the hospital, and I promised I would. We learned about each other’s lives, and I was now more confident and better able to communicate with him. As I look back, my interaction with Robert taught me about values important to him– autonomy, companionship, and creative expression.
