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Emily Craig

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Bio

Hi, my name is Emily Craig and I'm a current senior in high school. I've been a part of my high school's swim team for the past four years and was voted team captain. My sophomore year I discovered my love of running when I tried something new and joined my track team. Other things I love to do I are reading, writing, and traveling to and exploring new places. I enjoy working with little kids, through babysitting or volunteer work. My dream career goal is to pursue nursing so I can help others, make positive impacts on their lives, and grow as a person.

Education

Canton High School

High School
2021 - 2025

Miscellaneous

  • Desired degree level:

    Bachelor's degree program

  • Majors of interest:

    • Registered Nursing, Nursing Administration, Nursing Research and Clinical Nursing
  • Not planning to go to medical school
  • Career

    • Dream career field:

      Medicine

    • Dream career goals:

      Nurse Anesthetist

    • I ran the snack bar counter at the rollerskating rink, hosted parties, and helped people rent out skates.

      Skatin' Station
      2023 – 2023
    • I am a part-time lifeguard for the recreational pools at the center.

      Jack E Kirksey Recreation Center
      2023 – Present1 year

    Sports

    Track & Field

    Varsity
    2023 – Present1 year

    Awards

    • Varsity Letter

    Swimming

    Varsity
    2021 – Present3 years

    Awards

    • Scholar Athlete Award
    • Voted Captain Senior Year

    Public services

    • Volunteering

      Plymouth District Library — I volunteered this past summer to help conduct storytimes targeted to prepare 4 and 5 year olds for Kindergarten and teach them early literacy skills.
      2024 – 2024
    Nursing Student Scholarship
    My favorite memories growing up were spent with my Gigi. She was always a loving presence to have around, reminding me of a hot chocolate on a cold winter day when she would walk in my house dressed in a cozy crewneck, fuzzy socks, and knee high boots. She would rant about how cold it is outside and I would laugh because the temperature hadn't even dropped below sixty. Even if she was always cold, times with her were not. She always had a playful attitude that made her feel like one of us kids. The house would be filled with giggles from my brother and I as she chased us around, sang as she cooked us meals, and taught us how to play with and shuffle cards. At the end of the day, she’d tuck us into bed, read us a story, and plant a kiss on each of our foreheads. As the years passed, it had started with little things. She would forget the date even after reminding her multiple times or have trouble remembering the card games she had taught my brother and I how to play. The scary thing about dementia is that it creeps up on you. When she was first diagnosed, it was scary to visit her. It’s difficult to see a person you love lose a piece of themselves every day. My Gigi had been the one who held me in her arms when my family dog passed, the one who sparked my love of reading with her bedtime books, and the one who made me breakfast and orange juice when I was sick. Now, she feels like a ghost of the person she was before. There are rare moments when I talk to her now where she suddenly remembers one of our memories and we can laugh about it. Though, these moments are fleeting. I’m frightened by the idea that one day she will look into the face of the same little girl she used to sing to and laugh with and not recognize her. Still, even if she doesn’t remember me, I remember her and the times we shared. When I visit her nursing home, I make sure to hold her close, read her a book, always bring new fuzzy socks for her, and never forget my parting kiss on her forehead. My Gigi has taught me that one of the most important things in life is to show others love and kindness because you never know how much they really need it. I think that this lesson fully embodies what being a nurse is. Seeing my Gigi and other patients in her nursing home has built my passion to pursue nursing and be able to help them and others, just like she had helped me. For me, being a nurse would give me the power to not only make a positive difference for my patients and in the healthcare system, but for myself to also grow into a better person. I want to be the compassionate person to make patients laugh, comfort them when they’re scared, and remind them that they’re not alone. When I picture my future self, helping patients and advocating for their health, I see my Gigi beside me, decked in her crewneck, fuzzy socks, and knee-high boots, smiling down at me proudly.
    Community Health Ambassador Scholarship for Nursing Students
    My favorite memories growing up were spent with my Gigi. She was always a loving presence to have around, reminding me of a hot chocolate on a cold winter day when she would walk in my house dressed in a cozy crewneck, fuzzy socks, and knee high boots. She would rant about how cold it is outside and I would laugh because the temperature hadn't even dropped below sixty. Even if she was always cold, times with her were not. She always had a playful attitude that made her feel like one of us kids. The house would be filled with giggles from my brother and I as she chased us around, sang as she cooked us meals, and taught us how to play with and shuffle cards. At the end of the day, she’d tuck us into bed, read us a story, and plant a kiss on each of our foreheads. As the years passed, it had started with little things. She would forget the date even after reminding her multiple times or have trouble remembering the card games she had taught my brother and I how to play. The scary thing about dementia is that it creeps up on you. When she was first diagnosed, it was scary to visit her. It’s difficult to see a person you love lose a piece of themselves every day. My Gigi had been the one who held me in her arms when my family dog passed, the one who sparked my love of reading with her bedtime books, and the one who made me breakfast and orange juice when I was sick. Now, she feels like a ghost of the person she was before. There are rare moments when I talk to her now where she suddenly remembers one of our memories and we can laugh about it. Though, these moments are fleeting. I’m frightened by the idea that one day she will look into the face of the same little girl she used to sing to and laugh with and not recognize her. Still, even if she doesn’t remember me, I remember her and the times we shared. When I visit her nursing home, I make sure to hold her close, read her a book, always bring new fuzzy socks for her, and never forget my parting kiss on her forehead. My Gigi has taught me that one of the most important things in life is to show others love and kindness because you never know how much they really need it. I think that this lesson fully embodies what being a nurse is. Seeing my Gigi and other patients in her nursing home has built my passion to pursue nursing and be able to help them and others, just like she had helped me. For me, being a nurse would give me the power to not only make a positive difference for my patients and in the healthcare system, but for myself to also grow into a better person. I want to be the compassionate person to make patients laugh, comfort them when they’re scared, and remind them that they’re not alone. When I picture my future self, helping patients and advocating for their health, I see my Gigi beside me, decked in her crewneck, fuzzy socks, and knee-high boots, smiling down at me proudly.
    Women in Nursing Scholarship
    My favorite memories growing up were spent with my Gigi. She was always a loving presence to have around, reminding me of a hot chocolate on a cold winter day when she would walk in my house dressed in a cozy crewneck, fuzzy socks, and knee high boots. She would rant about how cold it is outside and I would laugh because the temperature hadn't even dropped below sixty. Even if she was always cold, times with her were not. She always had a playful attitude that made her feel like one of us kids. The house would be filled with giggles from my brother and I as she chased us around, sang as she cooked us meals, and taught us how to play with and shuffle cards. At the end of the day, she’d tuck us into bed, read us a story, and plant a kiss on each of our foreheads. As the years passed, it had started with little things. She would forget the date even after reminding her multiple times or have trouble remembering the card games she had taught my brother and I how to play. The scary thing about dementia is that it creeps up on you. When she was first diagnosed, it was scary to visit her. It’s difficult to see a person you love lose a piece of themselves every day. My Gigi had been the one who held me in her arms when my family dog passed, the one who sparked my love of reading with her bedtime books, and the one who made me breakfast and orange juice when I was sick. Now, she feels like a ghost of the person she was before. There are rare moments when I talk to her now where she suddenly remembers one of our memories and we can laugh about it. Though, these moments are fleeting. I’m frightened by the idea that one day she will look into the face of the same little girl she used to sing to and laugh with and not recognize her. Still, even if she doesn’t remember me, I remember her and the times we shared. When I visit her nursing home, I make sure to hold her close, read her a book, always bring new fuzzy socks for her, and never forget my parting kiss on her forehead. My Gigi has taught me that one of the most important things in life is to show others love and kindness because you never know how much they really need it. I think that this lesson fully embodies what being a nurse is. Seeing my Gigi and other patients in her nursing home has built my passion to pursue nursing and be able to help them and others, just like she had helped me. For me, being a nurse would give me the power to not only make a positive difference for my patients and in the healthcare system, but for myself to also grow into a better person. I want to be the compassionate person to make patients laugh, comfort them when they’re scared, and remind them that they’re not alone. When I picture my future self, helping patients and advocating for their health, I see my Gigi beside me, decked in her crewneck, fuzzy socks, and knee-high boots, smiling down at me proudly.