Petkey Scholarship Essay
Nelson Mandela once said that “education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.” Believing in this quote whole-heartedly, I have endeavored throughout my young elementary, middle school, and high school years to be the best that I can be. As I commence this new journey into the “real world,” I look back so exceedingly thankful that I pushed myself to make the top grades that I did. My parents advised me at very young age to devote a significant amount of time and effort into my schooling. Coming for a small, southern Alabama town, you do not see much excitement from young people “making it somewhere.” I decided shortly after realizing this for myself that I wanted to be different. Many …show more content…
I know undoubtedly I have four years to gain my bachelor degree, a minimum of four years in medical school, at least 3 years of residencies and no telling how many years of fellowship and shadowing sessions. All together I could see around another 13 to 16 years in the education system to reach my goals. If I were to have to do the full 16 years in college, that would be a total of 29 years of my life in the education system. From the age of 5 until the age of 34, I will have devoted a strenuous amount of my abilities to make myself capable of so much more. I could be Kristin Sizemore, M.D., by the ripe age of …show more content…
They may not be able to speak English to me, but I promise you they talk my head off all the time. As the “mother” of three Yorkshire Terriers, I have my hands full, but receive enormous amounts of love and companionship from my “babies.” On nights that homework was not piled up on the desk, all four of us took advantage of getting rest. I never needed a blanket because their body heat was definitely warm enough, but if I did have a blanket, I could forget about ever getting up. One on my left, one on my right, and one at my feet did not allow for much movement, and as a dog lover, you know better than to move a precious sleeping baby. On the nights that we were not so lucky and the “to-do” list was towering over the lamp, it was not an all-nighter for just one of us. While I stayed up studying, working, or reading, Murphee and Ashba would be either in my lap or curled up on the desk watching. If it were pages flipping, keyboard keys clicking, the sound of a pen or crumpling paper, they were awake and watching. Did you notice I only mentioned two names? That is because sweet Reese is too old to stay up with the party crew. As I work away at two o’clock in the morning, you hear an old man snore from a chunky yorkie sprawled out on the bed. Any time I needed a hand, I always found their
Nelson Mandela once said that “education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.” Believing in this quote whole-heartedly, I have endeavored throughout my young elementary, middle school, and high school years to be the best that I can be. As I commence this new journey into the “real world,” I look back so exceedingly thankful that I pushed myself to make the top grades that I did. My parents advised me at very young age to devote a significant amount of time and effort into my schooling. Coming for a small, southern Alabama town, you do not see much excitement from young people “making it somewhere.” I decided shortly after realizing this for myself that I wanted to be different. Many …show more content…
I know undoubtedly I have four years to gain my bachelor degree, a minimum of four years in medical school, at least 3 years of residencies and no telling how many years of fellowship and shadowing sessions. All together I could see around another 13 to 16 years in the education system to reach my goals. If I were to have to do the full 16 years in college, that would be a total of 29 years of my life in the education system. From the age of 5 until the age of 34, I will have devoted a strenuous amount of my abilities to make myself capable of so much more. I could be Kristin Sizemore, M.D., by the ripe age of …show more content…
They may not be able to speak English to me, but I promise you they talk my head off all the time. As the “mother” of three Yorkshire Terriers, I have my hands full, but receive enormous amounts of love and companionship from my “babies.” On nights that homework was not piled up on the desk, all four of us took advantage of getting rest. I never needed a blanket because their body heat was definitely warm enough, but if I did have a blanket, I could forget about ever getting up. One on my left, one on my right, and one at my feet did not allow for much movement, and as a dog lover, you know better than to move a precious sleeping baby. On the nights that we were not so lucky and the “to-do” list was towering over the lamp, it was not an all-nighter for just one of us. While I stayed up studying, working, or reading, Murphee and Ashba would be either in my lap or curled up on the desk watching. If it were pages flipping, keyboard keys clicking, the sound of a pen or crumpling paper, they were awake and watching. Did you notice I only mentioned two names? That is because sweet Reese is too old to stay up with the party crew. As I work away at two o’clock in the morning, you hear an old man snore from a chunky yorkie sprawled out on the bed. Any time I needed a hand, I always found their