Beneath the burning sun, my overwhelming thoughts of fear and exhaustion haunted me after every last dig. As my hoe gradually scraped against my palms, my hands quietly swelled in despair while sweat randomly ran down my skin. That Saturday evening was not extraordinary. My mom, sister, and I had been on the farm since seven in the morning, and we had been making soil beds that seemed endless. For some reason, we had to push again to finish the farmland; otherwise, we would have to come during school days. Every time I thought about this, my frustration sparked since test week was days ahead, and I had not even looked at my book. Then, I stood, and across the field, I saw my sister making soil beds with admirable focus. Her motivation somehow convinced me to join her, and together we finished making the soil beds. A while later, as my mom planted the last bean seeds, we planted cassava buds on each of the soil beds’ edges. Once we were all done, we placed a bag full of corn on each of our heads, leaving it to balance itself, and held our hoes on one of our shoulders like soldiers, making our way home at last. In those years, my life revolved around four activities on non-holiday days: school, chores, farming, and church on Sundays. At this age, my twelve-year-old self had no idea of what success could mean for her. Nonetheless, I dreamt every night but had never inspired a real dream. I was young but had both consciously and unknowingly experienced love, loss, despair, and hope. Even so, I had lived enough to decide that I would be a caring, attentive, and responsible woman who would provide for her parents and family in the future. Living in a country where corruption and bribery were the standard, succeeding academically had become the only key to success. But the real question that taunted youth minds like mine was, “How were we supposed to succeed when administrators constantly changed the lock to success?” In this same world, people disregarded creative art and natural talents like an old sponge. In fact, extracurricular activities were no one's concern—only academics were. As a result, having the highest grades became the goal that drained my energy in times of sadness, happiness, or depression. On weekends, while my more financially stable friends had tennis practices or piano lessons, I went to the farm to harvest cassava and experienced how wonderful it could be to harvest and enjoy what one planted. With time, I became more curious and, hence, disappointed; I wanted to experience more. However, with my parents constantly reminding me that I already had everything to succeed, I strived not to seek more but to make the best of what I had. Ordinarily, my parents were often looking for a more professional license to pay for our future meals, school fees, and most importantly, to move to places with better opportunities. So, I was often left at home to care for my younger ones. Just like making corn porridge every morning became a melody, cooking different dishes became where I expressed all my creativity—it became my way to care and love. Moreover, my love and passion for science were not something I developed overnight—I built them over time. Unlike many of my peers, I did not start loving biology after dissecting a frog in my biology class or loving math after randomly knowing how to solve a puzzle. Instead, it's rooted in my hunger to learn how to understand the ‘language of science.’ Even though I knew corn grains took four months to produce, I never understood why it took so long. To understand my lessons, I explained different math echelons and biology concepts to my chairs and table, imitating how my mom educated women at the hospital about contraceptive care. It was fascinating how each of their nods symbolized the magic behind clarity and understanding of one’s health. With time, these became my way of learning science and understanding the world around me. Upon my arrival in the U.S., many of my opinions drastically changed. Although I had learned basic skills, exposing myself to unfamiliar environments was the only way I could meet leaders, expand my leadership skills, and gain invaluable experience. Volunteering at Kaiser, playing tennis, baking, and exercising my Spanish-speaking abilities as a Kaiser summer intern have guided me to meet a new dimension of myself I want to discover more of. In spite of making me meet inspiring Black women in healthcare, it helped me synergize my love for caring for people, my interest in linguistics, and my passion for science into a path within the health field, which I am still discovering. Becoming a healthcare provider will not just allow me to combine my interest and passion in one place but will also let me give back to my community in a way that makes me happy. As a high school junior, I strive for good grades while pursuing my interests by taking advanced language and science courses. I have the support of friends and family who constantly motivate me in my Spanish learning and my interest in healthcare. Consequently, I wish to help them in the future by explaining their health needs as a Spanish, English, French, and potentially German speaker. Learning each new sentence in Spanish at school and on the Duolingo app reminds me of how language could break so many barriers between me as a future healthcare provider and my patients. As a promising doctor, or more likely a pediatrician, one of my future and greatest goals is to build an outreach program within my home country. I want to help youths in my community find their greatness sooner through exposure to workshops and mentorship. Helping others achieve their potential in life or health is the only way I can lift my community, who continuously guides me into finding a better version of myself.

Most of my childhood memories reflect the constant appearance of this young-looking hardworking aunt and my confusion once she spoke the Yemba language (Native Cameroonian language). Her traditional raiments and gestures symbolized her deep connection to our customs and traditions. She transformed every chance to visit us into an opportunity to bring us maize, and yams directly ‘from the source.’ Nonetheless, I disliked her then because she always scolded me whenever I behaved immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant support to their marriage. Even so, she could not stay to see the people we her grandchildren grew up to be. Despite being one of the strongest old ladies I know, a little pimple on her foot had gradually caused demise. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my grandma’s health. Witnessing my confusion, they explained that a pimple had suddenly appeared on one of her feet, and it kept on swelling. As a nursing student, my mom was knowledgeable about the potential causes of such carbuncles and what could result from it. So, she and my dad made her come to the city, where medical intervention was at least better than that of the village. Once she arrived the next evening, I naively stood there watching her explain her health difficulties to my parents in a language, which had always seemed strange. Just before my parents rushed her to the hospital, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an inoffensive lady. Despite the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate as providers could not figure out a remedy with the little insight they obtained due to limited resources. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs as it effortlessly infected her foot into her leg. Seeing this, I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine. But, I just couldn’t. For some reason, I felt like it would not make a difference. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe my words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for just one more second. Essentially, her passing solidified my decision to pursue a career in healthcare and made me understand how critical it can be to understand medical conditions and be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become a multilingual pediatrician, providing the assistance I wished my aunt had to the little ones. If she was still there, she would have been so happy to see how learning the Yemba language, a reminiscence of our culture, has inspired me to provide such joy to my French, Spanish and German community through language. She will be so happy to see that I am growing into a responsible woman who fears God and strives for growth. Consequently, I hope to win this scholarship to achieve those often questioned goals, which strive to create unity within multi-ethnic communities and contribute to bettering public services through language. With this scholarship, I can buy school materials and save for transportation, empowering me to enhance my med school resume, improve my language proficiency, and achieve my goal of becoming a multilingual pediatrician. Thanks for reading!

While running errands for the staff, a Latina woman approached me with a confused look. She seemed new to the Kaiser Permanente clinic, and she did not know the location of the Sickle Cell Department. Apparently, there was no Spanish speaker at the reception, so the receptionist wrote arrows and numbers for directions. With a nescient look, she asked, “¿Sabes dónde está ese número de oficina?” showing me a paper. Being a new volunteer at the clinic and a Spanish learner, I saw this as an opportunity to practice, but the little knowledge I had gradually concealed it; I became just as confused as her.  Reading and writing Spanish was okay—actually conversing in Spanish with a native Spanish speaker was another challenge. While I was looking around to locate the intended department, I smiled, frantically visualizing the meanings of the different words she said in my Spanish notebook. After about ten seconds, I said, “Vienes aquí, por favor,” “este número en tu papel es aquí.” Then she started saying a bunch of stuff, which I did not understand, but I just said, “Si.” Once she finally said “gracias,” I gladly but restlessly said “De Nada.” From her look, her bewilderment was evident. Language and cultural barriers had prevented her from gaining her legitimate services and experiences. In 2024, 15% of the U.S. population were immigrants, with the nation holding the highest number of immigrants globally from all over the world. Based on my experience as an immigrant and my interaction with the immigrant community, we are often socially alienated from the rest of the American population because it has been exceedingly strenuous to integrate socially. Likewise, one of the most prevalent challenges in public health is the need for collaboration and understanding among these diverse groups of healthcare providers and patients.  Notably, it has been increasingly difficult for immigrants, including myself, to express our chief complaints to medical professionals due to differences in culture, or language. Translators across black-line phones and technology like AI do play a role in assessing patients' needs, but not to the extent of expressing empathy or even providing the human connection that comes with engaging with people of similar culture or language. As a result, having diverse representation in the STEM field is a critical part for improving public services, as it will foster understanding between diverse groups, create greater and more informed service providers, and improve consumers’/patient’s satisfaction while motivating them to follow a path in that specific area.  Accordingly, my desire for language competency and my interactions with Spanish-speaking relatives motivate me in learning Spanish at school and on Duolingo, with a 672-day streak. I am recently a high school sophomore, with a large interest in taking science and language courses. In college, I want to major in biology and minor in Spanish while taking the DELF B2 Pro in my sophomore year to achieve proficiency in French. Thereafter, I wish to go to UCLA Medical School, then complete med school and residency. To foster understanding between me and my future non-English-speaking patients, I wish to learn and comprehend English, Spanish and French (and maybe German) as a future multilingual pediatrician, offering guidance to diverse communities. Consequently, I hope to win this scholarship to achieve those often questioned goals, which strive to create unity within multi-ethnic communities and contribute to bettering public services through language. With this scholarship, I can afford more than a trimester of college tuition fees, which will empower me to enhance my med school resume, improve my language proficiency and achieve my goal of becoming a multilingual pediatrician.

1) While running errands for the staff, a Latina woman approached me with a confused look. She seemed new to the Kaiser Permanente clinic, and she did not know the location of the Sickle Cell Department. Apparently, there was no Spanish speaker at the reception, so the receptionist wrote arrows and numbers for directions. With a nescient look, she asked, “¿Sabes dónde está ese número de oficina?” showing me a paper. Being a new volunteer at the clinic and a Spanish learner, I saw this as an opportunity to practice, but the little Spanish gradually concealed it; I became just as confused as her. Reading and writing Spanish was okay, but actually conversing in Spanish with a native Spanish speaker was another challenge. As I looked around to locate the intended department, I smiled, frantically visualizing the meanings of the different words she said in my imaginary Spanish notebook. After about ten seconds, I said, “Vienes aquí, por favor,” “este número en tu papel es aquí.” Then she started saying a bunch of stuff, which even after numerous attempts, I still could not understand, but I just responded with, “Si.” Once she finally said “gracias,” I gladly but restlessly said “de nada.” From her look, she was still clearly confused. Language and cultural barriers had prevented her from gaining legitimate services and experiences. In 2024, 15% of the U.S. population were immigrants, with the nation holding the highest number of immigrants globally from all over the world. Based on my experience as an immigrant and my interactions with the immigrant community, we are often socially alienated from the rest of the American population, as it is exceedingly strenuous to integrate into the American community. Notably, it has been increasingly difficult for immigrants, including myself, to express our chief complaints to medical professionals due to differences in culture or language. Translators across black-line phones and technology like AI play a role in assessing patients' needs, but not to the extent of expressing empathy or even providing the human connection that comes with engaging with people of similar culture or language. Particularly, witnessing this social challenge has given me an overwhelming desire to learn Spanish, German, and my African dialect. If serving my community through my language-speaking abilities truly inspires me, why not start now by asking those genuine questions in Spanish to Spanish speakers and somehow try to make them feel at home again? If my African dialect, the Yemba language, is a reminiscence of my culture, which I hold so tight to, why not bring such joy to my Spanish and German community? If I could be one of those diverse representatives in the STEM field, perhaps those diverse groups would be able to better express their health difficulties to me; it could equally inspire them, too, like it inspired me, into following a path in healthcare and language learning. 2) In pursuing this path, I have taken several intentional actions through which I hope to learn more about my community and myself. I am currently getting my high school transcript polished by maintaining good grades, striving for better ones, and taking opportunities for language learning and leadership roles. By maintaining consecutive As, getting myself involved in my school activities and getting myself prepared for next year's exams, I would have a greater chance of attending my dream institution, UCLA. I believe that the best way to serve one’s community is to begin by serving oneself because if one can serve oneself, then he/she can effortlessly satisfy others too, with his/her tiniest services. As a result, I prioritize learning to serve myself through baking, tennis, and cooking, as it not only reunites me with family, friends, and relatives but also helps me serve them while promoting each other's well-being. As a rising high school junior, I have a strong interest in taking science and language courses. In college, I want to major in biology and minor in Spanish while taking the DELF B2 Pro in my sophomore year to achieve proficiency in French. Thereafter, I wish to go to UCLA Medical School, then complete med school and residency. To foster understanding between me and my future non-English-speaking patients, I wish to learn and comprehend English, Spanish, and French (and possibly German) as a future multilingual pediatrician. Ideally, my desire for language competency and my interactions with Spanish-speaking relatives motivate me to learn Spanish at school and on Duolingo. I currently have a 676-day streak with a Spanish proficiency of A2 level and a German proficiency of early A1. Although my Spanish proficiency and understanding goes at a slow pace, little by little, I will get there through dedicated efforts and constant practice. Once I can hold normal conversations with Spanish speakers, then I will invest more time in my German language learning. 3) As a woman in STEM (medicine), the most striking challenge I have faced is countering my purpose and dreams. To support our daily needs and give my siblings and me the chance to get involved in our community, my parents relentlessly work at strenuous part-time jobs; they only hope my siblings and I will take them out of what they call ‘POVERTY.’ Although their struggles motivate me into actively pursueing my dreams, it equally makes me wonder, “What if things didn't go the way we planned?” “What if the other door just wouldn’t open?” “Will I be able to look at my parents and siblings right in their faces?“ Will I have the GUTS to guide my siblings and support my parents mentally even if I had to take an alternative path into becoming a multilingual pediatrician? Consequently, I hope to win this scholarship to achieve those often-questioned goals, which strive to create unity within multi-ethnic communities and contribute to bettering public services through language. With this scholarship, I can afford more than a trimester of college tuition fees, empowering me to enhance my med school resume by actively participating in programs, improving my language proficiency, and finally achieving my goal of becoming a multilingual pediatrician. Thanks for considering my application!

Through the complex, yet memorable knowledge I will acquire through my educational path, I want to have the potential to explain the mysteries behind human science, provide care, and offer guidance to minority and majority communities. Three years ago, my family and I immigrated from Cameroon to the U.S. in hopes of having a promising future. The severe marginalization of minorities, heightening corruption, and persistent social immobility influenced my parents to pursue the American Dream. Initially, I never truly knew what I wanted to be as a kid. While watching Good Doctor, I praised Dr. Murphy for his intelligence, his exceptional abilities, and most of all, his demeanor. Naively, I wished to be just like him; little did I know he was autistic and a fictional character with the greatest of abstractionism. Consequently, like someone who changes underwear, I endlessly changed my dream careers until an unfortunate event happened. As a large family of seven, we primarily depended on farming as a source of income. Every weekend, we went to the village and cultivated different crops from cassava to corn. Across the road lived one of my extended family members. Delightfully, she let her grandchildren show us around the village. Among them was neither the oldest nor the youngest, Ricky. The petite boy, aged around eleven, always helped his grandma on early weekend mornings. Just as unexpected things happened, one day near the road, we heard deafening weeping. Neighbors were crying, his grandma was whimpering and rolling on the floor while almost everyone’s expression remained bewildered. Even though he was not sick or weak, he had suddenly gone into a world never to return. Around the corner came a woman with shivering and watery eyes. Amid that misfortune, she explained that people slaughtered him mystically. Witnessing this, my curiosity intensified, even as the prevailing ideology of what everyone around me thought gradually concealed it. Subsequently, I became even more anxious about the idea of losing people I love without knowing what happened or what to do to prevent it from happening. After recuperating from this tragic event, I concluded that healthcare was my calling. The insight about the vital signs, heart rate, breathing rate, and blood pressure that I learned during my First Aid class reminds me of his demise. Maybe he had a heart attack or a cardiac episode; who knows? If we had known about CPR and the AED box, could we have saved him? Currently, my parents’ draining part-time jobs give them little time to concentrate on themselves, a difficulty I wish to escape through education and my inspiration to follow my dreams. I am recently taking college classes, with a large interest in taking more science varieties, while building emotional intelligence to cope with societal demands. I want to major in biology and minor in Spanish and German while taking the DELF B2 Pro in my sophomore year to achieve proficiency in French. Thereafter, I wish to go to UCLA Medical School, then complete med school and residency. In developed countries like America, a prevalent challenge in public health is the need for collaboration; it has been increasingly difficult for immigrants, including myself, to express our chief complaints to medical professionals due to differences in accent or language. Translators across black-line phones and technology like AI do play a role in assessing patients' needs, but they are unable to express empathy or address a patient as a ‘person.’ To foster understanding between me and my future non-English-speaking patients, I wish to learn and comprehend English, Spanish, French, and German as a future multilingual pediatrician.

My parents have always valued the potential of education, readiness, and maturity, ever since I was born. Through their teachings, I learned the power of loving, serving, and embracing every circumstance. They were both born in polygamous families in rural areas in the western central part of Cameroon. The demise of my grandparents at an early age deprived them of their right to education. My dad left school at the age of fourteen, but it did not prevent him from funding my mom’s education from high school until she eventually got a degree in nursing, which allowed us to sustain our daily lives. We spent the majority of the weekend in the village, where we cultivated crops from bananas to cassava. As usual, during Christmas, we made Christmas decorations using random old reports and placed them on the ceiling, accompanied by the flow of music and delightful meals. This special day displayed the fruits of the hard work and perseverance of the year before; its reminiscences gave us a sense of motivation on days when we barely had anything to eat, on days when porridge was somehow our breakfast and supper. With time, my parents became more and more unresolved about my future and that of my siblings. Corruption and bribery have become invaluable assets compared to ‘merit’ in my home country. As a result, inconsistencies in the labor milieu have become more prevalent in societies where countless professionals pay their way to numerous exams. Moreover, the Anglophone crisis made many western Cameroonians relocate to further places, which allegedly could not support the population it contained. This led to resource scarcity in school and public settings. Classes, which barely contained any light, became fuller and unilluminated, while my eyesight deteriorated, as I could not sit in the front since I was tall. Whenever people made fun of me for having an average lifestyle, I remembered that it was just a day and “one day I would become a distinguished person through my honest work and academic achievements.” Eventually, this influenced my parents to pursue the American Dream, a dream for success, opportunities and happiness. Once my mom won the family DV lottery in 2022, we borrowed money and preserved food items. Discreetly, we kept the pleasant news a secret to prevent relatives from negatively influencing our trip. Being on an airplane, otherwise called the "stomach of the bird," to the U.S. opened a brighter vision for my siblings and me. Fitting into the educational system and funding opportunities available is one of the striking challenges we are currently facing. The idea that America is the land of opportunities did not specify the prizes and standards to give in return. To support our daily needs and have access to the American labor system, my parents got a license to perform minor jobs and are seeking to get more consistent jobs. I will perhaps not be able to take enough extracurricular activities and AP science classes throughout my high school years because financial restraints do not allow us to relocate. However, I plan to participate, and I am getting involved in programs that will help me develop qualities that will be indispensable in my chosen field of study. After I complete high school in 2027, I wish to go to either premed or undergrad school, get my bachelor's degree within four years, and apply to med school. This scholarship will help me achieve my long-term goal of becoming a pediatrician; some will be used to buy school supplies, and the rest will be used to fund med school and my college education.

My parents have always valued the potential of education, readiness, and maturity, ever since I was born. Through their teachings, I learned the power of loving, serving, and embracing every circumstance. They were both born in polygamous families in rural areas in the western central part of Cameroon. The demise of my grandparents at an early age deprived them of their right to education. My dad left school at the age of fourteen, but it did not prevent him from funding my mom’s education from high school until she eventually got a degree in nursing, which allowed us to sustain our daily lives. We spent the majority of the weekend in the village, where we cultivated crops from bananas to cassava. As usual, during Christmas, we made Christmas decorations using random old reports and placed them on the ceiling, accompanied by the flow of music and delightful meals. This special day displayed the fruits of the hard work and perseverance of the year before; its reminiscences gave us a sense of motivation on days when we barely had anything to eat, on days when porridge was somehow our breakfast and supper. With time, my parents became more and more unresolved about my future and that of my siblings. Corruption and bribery have become invaluable assets compared to ‘merit’ in my home country. As a result, inconsistencies in the labor milieu have become more prevalent in societies where countless professionals pay their way to numerous exams. Moreover, the Anglophone crisis made many western Cameroonians relocate to further places, which allegedly could not support the population it contained. This led to resource scarcity in school and public settings. Classes, which barely contained any light, became fuller and unilluminated, while my eyesight deteriorated, as I could not sit in the front since I was tall. Whenever people made fun of me for having an average lifestyle, I remembered that it was just a day and “one day I would become a distinguished person through my honest work and academic achievements.” Eventually, this influenced my parents to pursue the American Dream. Once my mom won the family DV lottery in 2022, we borrowed money and preserved different food items. Discreetly, we kept the pleasant news a secret to prevent relatives from negatively influencing our trip. Being on an airplane, otherwise called the "stomach of the bird," to the U.S. opened a brighter vision for my siblings and me. Fitting into the educational system and funding opportunities available is one of the striking challenges we are currently facing. The idea that America is the land of opportunities did not specify the prizes and standards to give in return. To support our daily needs and have access to the American labor system, my parents got a license to perform minor jobs and are seeking to get more consistent jobs. I will perhaps not be able to take enough extracurricular activities and AP science classes throughout my high school years because financial restraints do not allow us to relocate. However, I plan to participate, and I am getting involved in programs that will help me develop qualities that will be indispensable in my chosen field of study. After I complete high school in 2027, I wish to go to either premed or undergrad school, get my bachelor's degree within four years, and apply to med school. This scholarship will help me achieve my long-term goal of becoming a pediatrician; some will be used to buy school supplies, and the rest will be used to fund med school and my college education.

Oxford dictionary defines passion as a “very strong feeling of liking something,” while others describe passion as an art of giving back to the community through dedicated love and joy. Passion for me means doing something that brings me joy with the aim of impacting my community the way they had previously impacted me into doing what is right and finding what brings joy. For the past years, I searched and thought about what could potentially be my passion, a career that embodies my likes and dislikes, or just what I could do not to do nothing. I was initially aware of my love for science subjects, especially math, but the broad scope of careers in science alone placed me into dilemmas, so I remain indecisive. "If the first goes running, then the second, the third, the last, and eventually all of them will go running” is the saying that kept me up and encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone for the sake of being a strong and inspiring leader for the ones I love. Astonishingly, my love for sciences and my experience with my younger siblings guided me into finding my purpose in the field of healthcare, pediatrics. Although I will perhaps not be able to take enough AP science classes (and have a chance of graduating early) throughout my high school years because of financial difficulties, I have been looking for further alternatives. I have been concentrating my time on participating in and applying to affordable activities like volunteering, leadership opportunities, programs, and research experience, so I can develop skills and qualities I believe will be indispensable in my chosen field of study. As a future pediatrician, I want to be children's voice and interpreter through my love for speaking English and French and my desire to learn Spanish and German. Expanding my knowledge and fluency in both Spanish and German will give Spanish and German-speaking patients the ability to relate and talk about their difficulties and health with more confidence, which will therefore enhance their care quality and their satisfaction. As a future pediatrician, I wish to impact children positively by creating a safe, joyful, open, diverse, and colorful environment. After I complete high school in 2027, I wish to go to either a Pre-med school, or an undergrad school, get my bachelor degree within four years, and apply to a Med school. Although my mind revolves around becoming a Pediatrician, if I cannot afford to make it to Medical school, then I will most likely specialize in Pediatric nursing, so I can find a sense of achievement, relief and success. This scholarship will be put toward my long term goal of becoming a pediatrician; some of it will be used to buy school supplies, and the rest will be used to fund med school and my college education. Thank you for considering my essay!

I always responded, “I want to be a doctor,” whenever someone asked me when I was a kid. At that time, I had noticed that some doctors were superior to others, while others had more contact with the patients. However, I ignored that because all I wanted was to wear a white blouse, a stethoscope on my neck, and most importantly, a bright smile derived from the assistance I provided to my delicate patients. As I grew older, I became aware of the different fields, branches, and achelons within the different careers of interest. I decided to be a nurse because nursing inspires me to be the best version of myself, and my choice to become a nurse was influenced by a personal experience I had before my teen years. Initially, I want to become a nurse in the future because working next to real nurses allows me to express the “real me.” At first, I was uncertain about whether or not a career in the medical field would be right for me. Nevertheless, the volunteering experience I have been participating in gives me crucial insights into how a career in nursing could be. At the clinic where I volunteer, the nurses teach me how to take blood pressure and how to perform different tests. Although, as a volunteer, I do not have the right to administer care to actual patients, I can still assist the staff in other ways, which is very exciting too. By volunteering, I am acquiring skills and knowledge that will make my path toward nursing more understandable. I am also confident that a career in nursing will be appropriate for me, as I enjoy and cherish the feeling of being alongside nurses. In addition to that, my decision to become a nurse was influenced by an event that occurred just before my youth. A few years ago, my mom gave birth through surgery. After giving birth, my mom was exhausted, and her cesarean section was very sensible. This inability restricted her from walking and moving, as was evident when she spent most of her time in bed. Since I was aware of the prescriptions and advice regarding my mom's healthiness, I made sure to monitor and assist her walk for at least ten minutes a day. During the first sessions, she quickly got exhausted and gave up after five minutes. However, with time and the support of my family, including me, she made more and more progress day by day, and she was finally able to walk with little or no difficulties after two months. Helping out my mom made me realize how important it is to be able to understand health needs and wants. Moreover, this experience intensified in me the delight and desire to help others improve their health. Consequently, this event greatly impacted my decision to become a nurse. In short, I chose to be a nurse in the future because nursing allows me to reveal a better self, and an event I experienced just before my young adulthood influenced my choice of becoming a nurse. Volunteering at the clinic gives me much reassurance that a career in nursing will let me be the “real me.” Additionally, the experience I encountered before my teenagehood affected my decision to become a nurse by fostering my consciousness concerning how important it is to be healthy and how delightful it is to help others recover. To this end, I hope my path to becoming a nurse will be challenging, exciting, amusing, and entertaining.

When I was a kid, I was always resentful at the thought of being reprimanded. I did not want to make mistakes or repeat the same mistakes; I only wanted to do things right. But as I grew older, I learned that although mistakes could be scary and discouraging, they actually play an important part in my personal growth by letting me know there is always room for improvement and teaching me the quality of resilience. Till today, failure and success have played and still continue to play a major role in making it possible for me to become the best version of myself now and tomorrow. Three things I would like to promise my future self that I will dedicate to to allow an older me to have a better life are perseverance, kindness, and being the "real me." Initially, I promise the future version of myself that I will always be perseverant. Like everyone else, I have dreams and goals I look forward to and will do anything reasonable to achieve them. However, things do not always appear as they are, and just the thought of giving up because of financial difficulties could sometimes induce me to not even start in the first place. Being persistent is of no good if I cannot work toward my dreams, but a dream placed upon me due to a lack of resources. In about three years, I will be starting the most significant path toward my foremost dream, which is to become a medical professional, and having this scholarship will be a reason to start heads-up and realize that dream. Secondly, I vow to be kind to myself and others around me—to my community. If a small act of kindness can make a person’s day unforgettable, then kindness spread in a community will alter many people's lives for the better. In the future, I want to become a medical doctor, whose aim will be to assist people toward recovery. Nevertheless, finances alone are enough to be the barrier to becoming the doctor I wish to be. Moreover, I wonder how I can spread true and sincere kindness when I am uncertain about achieving my own dreams and objectives due to financial disabilities. Lastly, one of the most important things I promise to my future self is to always be the "real me." In the times to come, I want my family, friends, and others around me to be able to trust me entirely, as they always do, because I am not duplicit but truthful. I want to be and continue to be my true self; I want my actions, thoughts, and ethics to reflect the “real me." Nonetheless, I often question how I can be the best version of myself when I cannot express my best self by doing what brings me happiness because of my inability to pay for resources that will give me the skills and knowledge to be able to. Overall, persistence, kindness, and being the “real me" are the three things I would like to promise my future self that I will devote to to permit an older me to have a greater life. Being perseverant derives from working unstoppably because I concentrate less on finances and more on my education. Moreover, my kindness roots from spreading care to others around me because I love to and was given the chance to. Additionally, being myself comes from being the “real me” and doing what brings me joy because I am able to. To this end, this scholarship will play a prominent part in my journey toward success.

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the financial disabilities and other tribulations I will encounter, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine with the emotional and physical support of my family, friends, relatives and scholarships! Thanks for considering my essay!

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the financial disabilities and other tribulations I will encounter, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine with the emotional and physical support of my family, friends, relatives and scholarships!  Thanks for considering my essay!

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the financial disabilities and other tribulations I will encounter, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine with the emotional and physical support of my family, friends, relatives and scholarships! Thanks for considering my essay!

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the financial disabilities and other tribulations I will encounter, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine with the emotional and physical support of my family, friends, relatives and scholarships! Thanks for considering my essay!

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the financial disabilities and other tribulations I will encounter, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine with the emotional and physical support of my family, friends, relatives and opportunities! Thanks for considering my essay!

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the financial disabilities and other tribulations I will encounter, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine with the emotional and physical support of my family, friends, relatives and scholarships! Thanks for considering my essay!

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the financial disabilities and other tribulations I will encounter, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine with the emotional and physical support of my family, friends, relatives and scholarships! Thanks for considering my essay!

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the financial disabilities and other tribulations I will encounter, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine with the emotional and physical support of my family, friends, relatives and scholarships!  Thanks for considering my essay!

Back in Cameroon, my siblings and I would perform different chores and duties before and after school. Likewise, my parents worked hard to provide for us and fight for us to be educated and have a better life and future in a promising place. I can still visualize how, at school, most teachers concentrated on students seated at the front and those who answered and asked questions. When I came to the U.S. in 2022, I knew life would be different, but I did not know I would face multiple challenges due to environmental and social changes. Like many people, I did not want to think about anything aside from being in an airplane that will carry me to the United States of America, where I will learn several things and show my potential. With time, within the challenges I faced, there was one who jeopardized my goals and dreams. Few months later, when I came to the U.S., my home teacher organized a game during our free period. The game was composed of algebra questions, and the class was divided into two teams. Each team had one attempt and about a minute to answer each question. To win points, a team had to get the question correct on the first try, or else the other team gets it right and steals the points from the initial team. During the game, most of my team members sat there indifferently, and I felt so much pressure that I could not recognize neither the effort of some of my team members nor the fact that I was not letting them do their part. At the end of the game, our team lost. When I tried to talk about our loss to some of my group members, they seemed like they had already moved on, and I felt hurt and behind. I knew failing to be able to solve grade-level math questions probably meant I was behind and below my grade level. Afterwards, I was so frustrated that I decided to talk about the event with my parents. They reminded me that we were not in our home country, and they also advised me to learn to let others be able to learn too by giving others enough time to try to figure it out by themselves. Eventually, the next day, I decided to pay attention to how others react and behave during class periods. I did not answer any questions, nor did I ask any queries. That day, I was silent, sad, and unresponsive because I could not do what I was taught to do but rather what I had to and was supposed to do. In the course of time, I learn to control myself and give others a chance to learn. Now, I rarely answer questions during class and concentrate more on synthesizing them and making them useful when completing my tests, assignments, and essays. Additionally, I have taken the initiative to ask questions privately to teachers when I feel uncomfortable asking them around my peers. Lastly, I also understood that everyone has his or her own drive, motivations, aims, goals, and beliefs. For this purpose, I have decided to be more social so I can understand myself, my settings, and my new community better.

I always responded, “I want to be a doctor,” whenever someone asked me when I was a kid. At that time, I had noticed that some doctors were superior to others, while others had more contact with the patients. However, I ignored that because all I wanted was to wear a white blouse, a stethoscope on my neck, and most importantly, a bright smile derived from the assistance I provided to my delicate patients. As I grew older, I became aware of the different fields, branches, and achelons within the different careers of interest. I decided to be a nurse because nursing inspires me to be the best version of myself, and my choice to become a nurse was influenced by a personal experience I had before my teen years. Initially, I want to become a nurse in the future because working next to real nurses allows me to express the “real me.” At first, I was uncertain about whether or not a career in the medical field would be right for me. Nevertheless, the volunteering experience I have been participating in gives me crucial insights into how a career in nursing could be. At the clinic where I volunteer, the nurses teach me how to take blood pressure and how to perform different tests. Although, as a volunteer, I do not have the right to administer care to actual patients, I can still assist the staff in other ways, which is very exciting too. By volunteering, I am acquiring skills and knowledge that will make my path toward nursing more understandable. I am also confident that a career in nursing will be appropriate for me, as I enjoy and cherish the feeling of being alongside nurses. In addition to that, my decision to become a nurse was influenced by an event that occurred just before my youth. A few years ago, my mom gave birth through surgery. After giving birth, my mom was exhausted, and her cesarean section was very sensible. This inability restricted her from walking and moving, as was evident when she spent most of her time in bed. Since I was aware of the prescriptions and advice regarding my mom's healthiness, I made sure to monitor and assist her walk for at least ten minutes a day. During the first sessions, she quickly got exhausted and gave up after five minutes. However, with time and the support of my family, including me, she made more and more progress day by day, and she was finally able to walk with little or no difficulties after two months. Helping out my mom made me realize how important it is to be able to understand health needs and wants. Moreover, this experience intensified in me the delight and desire to help others improve their health. Consequently, this event greatly impacted my decision to become a nurse. In short, I chose to be a nurse in the future because nursing allows me to reveal a better self, and an event I experienced just before my young adulthood influenced my choice of becoming a nurse. Volunteering at the clinic gives me much reassurance that a career in nursing will let me be the “real me.” Additionally, the experience I encountered before my teenagehood affected my decision to become a nurse by fostering my consciousness concerning how important it is to be healthy and how delightful it is to help others recover. To this end, I hope my path to becoming a nurse will be challenging, exciting, amusing, and entertaining.

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the financial disabilities and other tribulations I will encounter, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine with the emotional and physical support of my family, friends, relatives and scholarships! Thanks for considering my essay!

I always responded, “I want to be a doctor,” whenever someone asked me when I was a kid. At that time, I had noticed that some doctors were superior to others, while others had more contact with the patients. However, I ignored that because all I wanted was to wear a white blouse, a stethoscope on my neck, and most importantly, a bright smile derived from the assistance I provided to my delicate patients. As I grew older, I became aware of the different fields, branches, and echelons within the different careers of interest. I decided to be a nurse because nursing inspires me to be the best version of myself, and my choice to become a nurse was influenced by a personal experience I had before my teen years. Initially, I want to become a nurse in the future because working next to real nurses allows me to express the “real me.” At first, I was uncertain about whether or not a career in the medical field would be right for me. Nevertheless, the volunteering experience I have been participating in gives me crucial insights into how a career in nursing could be. At the clinic where I volunteer, the nurses teach me how to take blood pressure and how to perform different tests. Although, as a volunteer, I do not have the right to administer care to actual patients, I can still assist the staff in other ways, which is very exciting too. By volunteering, I am acquiring skills and knowledge that will make my path toward nursing more understandable. I am also confident that a career in nursing will be appropriate for me, as I enjoy and cherish the feeling of being alongside nurses. In addition to that, my decision to become a nurse was influenced by an event that occurred just before my youth. A few years ago, my mom gave birth through surgery. After giving birth, my mom was exhausted, and her cesarean section was very sensible. This inability restricted her from walking and moving, as was evident when she spent most of her time in bed. Since I was aware of the prescriptions and advice regarding my mom's healthiness, I made sure to monitor and assist her walk for at least ten minutes a day. During the first sessions, she quickly got exhausted and gave up after five minutes. However, with time and the support of my family, including me, she made more and more progress day by day, and she was finally able to walk with little or no difficulties after two months. Helping out my mom made me realize how important it is to be able to understand health needs and wants. Moreover, this experience intensified in me the delight and desire to help others improve their health. Consequently, this event greatly impacted my decision to become a nurse. In short, I chose to be a nurse in the future because nursing allows me to reveal a better self, and an event I experienced just before my young adulthood influenced my choice of becoming a nurse. Volunteering at the clinic gives me much reassurance that a career in nursing will let me be the “real me.” Additionally, the experience I encountered before my teenage-hood affected my decision to become a nurse by fostering my consciousness concerning how important it is to be healthy and how delightful it is to help others recover. To this end, I hope my path to becoming a nurse will be challenging, exciting, amusing, and entertaining.

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the tribulations I will encounter and the emotional and physical support from my family, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine.

I always responded, “I want to be a doctor,” whenever someone asked me when I was a kid. At that time, I had noticed that some doctors were superior to others, while others had more contact with the patients. However, I ignored that because all I wanted was to wear a white blouse, a stethoscope on my neck, and most importantly, a bright smile derived from the assistance I provided to my delicate patients. As I grew older, I became aware of the different fields, branches, and achelons within the different careers of interest. I decided to be a nurse because nursing inspires me to be the best version of myself, and my choice to become a nurse was influenced by a personal experience I had before my teen years. Initially, I want to become a nurse in the future because working next to real nurses allows me to express the “real me.” At first, I was uncertain about whether or not a career in the medical field would be right for me. Nevertheless, the volunteering experience I have been participating in gives me crucial insights into how a career in nursing could be. At the clinic where I volunteer, the nurses teach me how to take blood pressure and how to perform different tests. Although, as a volunteer, I do not have the right to administer care to actual patients, I can still assist the staff in other ways, which is very exciting too. By volunteering, I am acquiring skills and knowledge that will make my path toward nursing more understandable. I am also confident that a career in nursing will be appropriate for me, as I enjoy and cherish the feeling of being alongside nurses. In addition to that, my decision to become a nurse was influenced by an event that occurred just before my youth. A few years ago, my mom gave birth through surgery. After giving birth, my mom was exhausted, and her cesarean section was very sensible. This inability restricted her from walking and moving, as was evident when she spent most of her time in bed. Since I was aware of the prescriptions and advice regarding my mom's healthiness, I made sure to monitor and assist her walk for at least ten minutes a day. During the first sessions, she quickly got exhausted and gave up after five minutes. However, with time and the support of my family, including me, she made more and more progress day by day, and she was finally able to walk with little or no difficulties after two months. Helping out my mom made me realize how important it is to be able to understand health needs and wants. Moreover, this experience intensified in me the delight and desire to help others improve their health. Consequently, this event greatly impacted my decision to become a nurse. In short, I chose to be a nurse in the future because nursing allows me to reveal a better self, and an event I experienced just before my young adulthood influenced my choice of becoming a nurse. Volunteering at the clinic gives me much reassurance that a career in nursing will let me be the “real me.” Additionally, the experience I encountered before my teenagehood affected my decision to become a nurse by fostering my consciousness concerning how important it is to be healthy and how delightful it is to help others recover. To this end, I hope my path to becoming a nurse will be challenging, exciting, amusing, and entertaining.

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the tribulations I will encounter and the emotional and physical support from my family, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine.

Back in Cameroon, my siblings and I would perform different chores and duties before and after school. Likewise, my parents worked hard to provide for us and fight for us to be educated and have a better life and future in a promising place. I can still visualize how, at school, most teachers concentrated on students seated at the front and those who answered and asked questions. When I came to the U.S. in 2022, I knew life would be different, but I did not know I would face multiple challenges due to environmental and social changes. Like many people, I did not want to think about anything aside from being in an airplane that will carry me to the United States of America, where I will learn several things and show my potential. With time, within the challenges I faced, there was one who jeopardized my goals and dreams. A few months later, after I came to the U.S., my home teacher organized a game during our free period. The game was composed of algebra questions, and the class was divided into two teams. Each team had one attempt and about a minute to answer each question. To win points, a team had to get the question correct on the first try, or else the other team gets it right and steals the points from the initial team. During the game, most of my team members sat there indifferently, and I felt so much pressure that I could not recognize neither the effort of some of my team members nor the fact that I was not letting them do their part. At the end of the game, our team lost. When I tried to talk about our loss to some of my group members, they seemed like they had already moved on, and I felt hurt and behind. I knew failing to be able to solve grade-level math questions probably meant I was behind and below my grade level. Afterwards, I was so frustrated that I decided to talk about the event with my parents. They reminded me that we were not in our home country, and they also advised me to learn to let others be able to learn too by giving others enough time to try to figure it out by themselves. Eventually, the next day, I decided to pay attention to how others react and behave during class periods. I did not answer any questions, nor did I ask any queries. That day, I was silent, sad, and unresponsive because I could not do what I was taught to do but rather what I had to and was supposed to do. In the course of time, I learned to control myself and give others a chance to learn. Now, I rarely answer questions during class and concentrate more on synthesizing them and making them useful when completing my tests, assignments, and essays. Additionally, I have taken the initiative to ask questions privately to teachers when I feel uncomfortable asking them around my peers. Lastly, I also understood that everyone has his or her own drive, motivations, aims, goals, and beliefs. For this purpose, I have decided to be more social so I can understand myself, my settings, and my new community better.

I always responded, “I want to be a doctor,” whenever someone asked me when I was a kid. At that time, I had noticed that some doctors were superior to others, while others had more contact with the patients. However, I ignored that because all I wanted was to wear a white blouse, a stethoscope on my neck, and most importantly, a bright smile derived from the assistance I provided to my delicate patients. As I grew older, I became aware of the different fields, branches, and echelons within the different careers of interest. I decided to be a nurse because nursing inspires me to be the best version of myself, and my choice to become a nurse was influenced by a personal experience I had before my teen years. Initially, I want to become a nurse in the future because working next to real nurses allows me to express the “real me.” At first, I was uncertain about whether or not a career in the medical field would be right for me. Nevertheless, the volunteering experience I have been participating in gives me crucial insights into how a career in nursing could be. At the clinic where I volunteer, the nurses teach me how to take blood pressure and how to perform different tests. Although, as a volunteer, I do not have the right to administer care to actual patients, I can still assist the staff in other ways, which is very exciting too. By volunteering, I am acquiring skills and knowledge that will make my path toward nursing more understandable. I am also confident that a career in nursing will be appropriate for me, as I enjoy and cherish the feeling of being alongside nurses. In addition to that, my decision to become a nurse was influenced by an event that occurred just before my youth. A few years ago, my mom gave birth through surgery. After giving birth, my mom was exhausted, and her cesarean section was very sensible. This inability restricted her from walking and moving, as was evident when she spent most of her time in bed. Since I was aware of the prescriptions and advice regarding my mom's healthiness, I made sure to monitor and assist her walk for at least ten minutes a day. During the first sessions, she quickly got exhausted and gave up after five minutes. However, with time and the support of my family, including me, she made more and more progress day by day, and she was finally able to walk with little or no difficulties after two months. Helping out my mom made me realize how important it is to be able to understand health needs and wants. Moreover, this experience intensified in me the delight and desire to help others improve their health. Consequently, this event greatly impacted my decision to become a nurse. In short, I chose to be a nurse in the future because nursing allows me to reveal a better self, and an event I experienced just before my young adulthood influenced my choice of becoming a nurse. Volunteering at the clinic gives me much reassurance that a career in nursing will let me be the “real me.” Additionally, the experience I encountered before my teenage hood affected my decision to become a nurse by fostering my consciousness concerning how important it is to be healthy and how delightful it is to help others recover. To this end, I hope my path to becoming a nurse will be challenging, exciting, amusing, and entertaining.

Back in Cameroon, my siblings and I would perform different chores and duties before and after school. Likewise, my parents worked hard to provide for us and fight for us to be educated and have a better life and future in a promising place. I can still visualize how, at school, most teachers concentrated on students seated at the front and those who answered and asked questions. When I came to the U.S. in 2022, I knew life would be different, but I did not know I would face multiple challenges due to environmental and social changes. Like many people, I did not want to think about anything aside from being in an airplane that will carry me to the United States of America, where I will learn several things and show my potential. With time, within the challenges I faced, there was one who jeopardized my goals and dreams.  A few months later, after I came to the U.S., my home teacher organized a game during our free period. The game was composed of algebra questions, and the class was divided into two teams. Each team had one attempt and about a minute to answer each question. To win points, a team had to get the question correct on the first try, or else the other team gets it right and steals the points from the initial team. During the game, most of my team members sat there indifferently, and I felt so much pressure and anxiety that I could not recognize neither the effort of some of my team members nor the fact that I was not letting them do their part. At the end of the game, our team lost. When I tried to talk about our loss to some of my group members, they seemed like they had already moved on, and I felt hurt and behind. I knew failing to be able to solve grade-level math questions probably meant I was behind and below my grade level. Afterward, I was so frustrated that I decided to talk about the event with my parents. They reminded me that we were not in our home country, and they also advised me to learn to let others be able to learn too by giving others enough time to try to figure it out by themselves. Eventually, the next day, I decided to pay attention to how others react and behave during class periods. I did not answer any questions, nor did I ask any queries. That day, I was silent, sad, anxious, and unresponsive because I could not do what I was taught to do but rather what I had to and was supposed to do.  In the course of time, I learn to control myself and give others a chance to learn. Now, I rarely answer questions during class and concentrate more on synthesizing them and making them useful when completing my tests, assignments, and essays, so I can excel on my studies and become a better person tomorrow. Additionally, I have taken the initiative to ask questions privately to teachers when I feel uncomfortable asking them around my peers. Lastly, I also understood that everyone has his or her own drive, motivations, aims, goals, and beliefs. For this purpose, I have decided to be more social so I can understand myself, my settings, and my new community better.

Moving from one continent to another in search of better lives and promising futures can expose a person to several changes and challenges that enhance and impact their personality, beliefs, and ethics. Regardless of the difficulties I encountered during those first periods in the U.S., my first time here was like heaven. My family and relatives have proved their generosity and selflessness by assisting us throughout those times of hardship in my home country until today, and I will be forever grateful for their unconditional love and support. As time went by, my family and I started familiarizing ourselves with the rules, inconvenience, and convenience of every little opportunity in our new settings, and it was quite daunting and stressful. One of the lifestyle challenges I encountered that required me to prove great strength and determination was communication. These two skills will assist me, as a future pediatric nurse, in establishing a better self with the qualities of bravery and resilience. Once I began school, I was confined to many difficulties due to the language barrier between my peers, my teachers, and me. I originally knew how to read, understand, and write English, but I was sluggish at speaking it fluently. For that reason, when my peers used to indulge in interesting topics that I wanted to be involved in, I could not understand them due to the difference in accent, and neither could I speak because of the deficiency I had when expressing myself. With the pressure to understand my peers, express myself, and fit in socially, I developed the strength and determination I needed to fully appreciate my potential. I understood that language acquisition is not done in one year or even fifty years but improves as long as it is nourished. I equally noticed that they were immigrants like me in the past who learned English to their full abilities despite its complexity, and there will be more immigrants in the future who will seek to learn English too. Moreover, I took the resolution to try to understand others no matter what and also improve my English fluency by engaging in activities that would require me to speak. Subsequently, the strong strength and determination I developed during that previous experience gave me the courage to overcome any dilemmas and tribulations I will face throughout my path to becoming a pediatric nurse. Based on my research, nursing alone is a very competitive and stressful field, while nursing in the pediatrics branch requires much attention and patience. From this research, it can be inferred that there will be a lot of success and failure on my way to becoming a pediatric nurse. Therefore, in consideration of how demanding the nursing field could be and the skills I have inquired about, I am confident that I will overcome all obstacles and become the pediatric nurse I wish to be. Overall, the qualities of great strength and determination are a result of my social challenge of communicating, and those skills will guide me as a future pediatric nurse in enforcing my self-confidence and capabilities. The qualities of tremendous strength and determination are a result of my desire and need to understand others and express myself. In addition to that, those skills will enhance the qualities of courage and resilience that will guide me in becoming a pediatric nurse in the years to come. To this end, people who achieve their dreams despite all obstacles are my source of inspiration and hope for accomplishing my own dreams one day.

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her during my early ages because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. According to the medical diagnosis, the spot was revealed to be an ulcer, possibly caused by peripheral arterial disease, a blood disorder that favors foot ulcers. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her ulcer slowly continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an inoffensive lady. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second.  Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the tribulations I will encounter and the emotional and physical support from my family, friends and relatives, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine.

When I was younger, there was this young-looking aunt, yet enthusiastic and hardworking, who used to visit us in the big city. She always wore a traditional raiment, and she would also bring us yams, beans, and corn from the village. I disliked her because she would always scold me whenever I behaved insensibly or immaturely. To this day, my parents still express their gratitude toward her by telling us how she provided significant love and support before and after their marriage. Unfortunately, it was not long after her death that I understood how important it is to understand bodily needs and wants in terms of health. It was after that time of sorrowfulness that I was able to see the medical field from a different point of view. One evening, I overheard my parents talking about my aunt’s health. When I asked more about what was going on, they explained that a spot had recently appeared on her foot, and it kept on swelling. During that time, my mother was at nursing school. With her initial knowledge about health, she knew what could possibly cause such carbuncle and what could result from it. So, for that reason, she and my dad made the decision to make her come to the city so she could be treated with better equipment and have a better experience. She arrived accompanied by a relative during the evening, spent the night with us, and the next morning, she was rushed to the hospital. That night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I saw that swelling pimple. I wondered how a little pimple could cause so much havoc to an unoffensive lady. In spite of the medical assistance we provided, her carbuncle continued to deteriorate. I visited her once during those last moments. She sat there pale and unresponsive; that growing pimple had dared to threaten her life and her sensible organs. It seemed small but had contributed to the decomposition of her foot into her leg. I felt the urge to tell her that everything would be fine, but I did not have the courage to do so. Now that she is gone, I look at the different alternatives and possibilities. Maybe those words would have given her the strength to live and stay with us for only one more second. Essentially, this experience solidified my decision to pursue a career in nursing and made me understand how critical it could be to understand one's own and others medical conditions. It made me realize how essential it is to be brave enough to do what has to be done, even in the most inconvenient circumstances. I decided to commit myself to my education so I could one day become that nurse and provide the assistance I wished my aunt had, to my community. Being aware of some of the tribulations I will encounter and the emotional and physical support from my family, I am confident I will realize that dream of mine.

I always responded, “I want to be a doctor,” whenever someone asked me when I was a kid. At that time, I had noticed that some doctors were superior to others, while others had more contact with the patients. However, I ignored that because all I wanted was to wear a white blouse, a stethoscope on my neck, and most importantly, a bright smile derived from the assistance I provided to my delicate patients. As I grew older, I became aware of the different fields, branches, and echelons within the different careers of interest. I decided to be a nurse because nursing inspires me to be the best version of myself, and my choice to become a nurse was influenced by a personal experience I had before my teen years. Initially, I want to become a nurse in the future because working next to real nurses allows me to express the “real me.” At first, I was uncertain about whether or not a career in the medical field would be right for me. Nevertheless, the volunteering experience I have been participating in gives me crucial insights into how a career in nursing could be. At the clinic where I volunteer, the nurses teach me how to take blood pressure and how to perform different tests. Although, as a volunteer, I do not have the right to administer care to actual patients, I can still assist the staff in other ways, which is very exciting too. By volunteering, I am acquiring skills and knowledge that will make my path toward nursing more understandable. I am also confident that a career in nursing will be appropriate for me, as I enjoy and cherish the feeling of being alongside nurses. In addition to that, my decision to become a nurse was influenced by an event that occurred just before my youth. A few years ago, my mom gave birth through surgery. After giving birth, my mom was exhausted, and her cesarean section was very sensible. This inability restricted her from walking and moving, as was evident when she spent most of her time in bed. Since I was aware of the prescriptions and advice regarding my mom's healthiness, I made sure to monitor and assist her walk for at least ten minutes a day. During the first sessions, she quickly got exhausted and gave up after five minutes. However, with time and the support of my family, including me, she made more and more progress day by day, and she was finally able to walk with little or no difficulties after two months. Helping out my mom made me realize how important it is to be able to understand health needs and wants. Moreover, this experience intensified in me the delight and desire to help others improve their health. Consequently, this event greatly impacted my decision to become a nurse. In short, I chose to be a nurse in the future because nursing allows me to reveal a better self, and an event I experienced just before my young adulthood influenced my choice of becoming a nurse. Volunteering at the clinic gives me much reassurance that a career in nursing will let me be the “real me.” Additionally, the experience I encountered before my teenage-hood affected my decision to become a nurse by fostering my consciousness concerning how important it is to be healthy and how delightful it is to help others recover. To this end, I hope my path to becoming a nurse will be challenging, exciting, amusing, and entertaining.

Back in Cameroon, my siblings and I would perform different chores and duties before and after school. Likewise, my parents worked hard to provide for us and fight for us to be educated and have a better life and future in a promising place. I can still visualize how, at school, most teachers concentrated on students seated at the front and those who answered and asked questions. When I came to the U.S. in 2022, I knew life would be different, but I did not know I would face multiple challenges due to environmental and social changes. Like many people, I did not want to think about anything aside from being in an airplane that will carry me to the United States of America, where I will learn several things and show my potential. With time, within the challenges I faced, there was one who jeopardized my goals and dreams. Few months later, when I came to the U.S., my home teacher organized a game during our free period. The game was composed of algebra questions, and the class was divided into two teams. Each team had one attempt and about a minute to answer each question. To win points, a team had to get the question correct on the first try, or else the other team gets it right and steals the points from the initial team. During the game, most of my team members sat there indifferently, and I felt so much pressure that I could not recognize neither the effort of some of my team members nor the fact that I was not letting them do their part. At the end of the game, our team lost. When I tried to talk about our loss to some of my group members, they seemed like they had already moved on, and I felt hurt and behind. I knew failing to be able to solve grade-level math questions probably meant I was behind and below my grade level. Afterwards, I was so frustrated that I decided to talk about the event with my parents. They reminded me that we were not in our home country, and they also advised me to learn to let others be able to learn too by giving others enough time to try to figure it out by themselves. Eventually, the next day, I decided to pay attention to how others react and behave during class periods. I did not answer any questions, nor did I ask any queries. That day, I was silent, sad, and unresponsive because I could not do what I was taught to do but rather what I had to and was supposed to do. In the course of time, I learn to control myself and give others a chance to learn. Now, I rarely answer questions during class and concentrate more on synthesizing them and making them useful when completing my tests, assignments, and essays. Additionally, I have taken the initiative to ask questions privately to teachers when I feel uncomfortable asking them around my peers. Lastly, I also understood that everyone has his or her own drive, motivations, aims, goals, and beliefs. For this purpose, I have decided to be more social so I can understand myself, my settings, and my new community better.

Moving from one continent to another in search of better lives and promising futures can expose a person to several changes and challenges that enhance and impact their personality, beliefs, and ethics. Regardless of the difficulties I encountered during those first periods in the U.S., my first time here was like heaven. My family and relatives have proved their generosity and selflessness by assisting us throughout those times of hardship in my home country until today, and I will be forever grateful for their unconditional love and support. As time went by, my family and I started familiarizing ourselves with the rules, inconvenience, and convenience of every little opportunity in our new settings, and it was quite daunting and stressful. One of the lifestyle challenges I encountered that required me to prove great strength and determination was communication. These two skills will assist me, as a future pediatric nurse, in establishing a better self with the qualities of bravery and resilience. Once I began school, I was confined to many difficulties due to the language barrier between my peers, my teachers, and me. I originally knew how to read, understand, and write English, but I was sluggish at speaking it fluently. For that reason, when my peers used to indulge in interesting topics that I wanted to be involved in, I could not understand them due to the difference in accent, and neither could I speak because of the deficiency I had when expressing myself. With the pressure to understand my peers, express myself, and fit in socially, I developed the strength and determination I needed to fully appreciate my potential. I understood that language acquisition is not done in one year or even fifty years but improves as long as it is nourished. I equally noticed that they were immigrants like me in the past who learned English to their full abilities despite its complexity, and there will be more immigrants in the future who will seek to learn English too. Moreover, I took the resolution to try to understand others no matter what and also improve my English fluency by engaging in activities that would require me to speak. Subsequently, the strong strength and determination I developed during that previous experience will give me the courage to overcome any dilemmas and tribulations I will face throughout my path to becoming a pediatric nurse. Based on my research, nursing alone is a very competitive and stressful field, while nursing in the pediatrics branch requires much attention and patience. From this research, it can be inferred that there will be a lot of success and failure on my way to becoming a pediatric nurse. Therefore, in consideration of how demanding the nursing field could be and the skills I have inquired about, I am confident that I will overcome all obstacles and become the pediatric nurse I wish to be. Overall, the qualities of great strength and determination are a result of my social challenge of communicating, and those skills will guide me as a future pediatric nurse in enforcing my self-confidence and capabilities. The qualities of tremendous strength and determination are a result of my desire and need to understand others and express myself. In addition to that, those skills will enhance the qualities of courage and resilience that will guide me in becoming a pediatric nurse in the years to come. To this end, people who achieve their dreams despite all obstacles are my source of inspiration and hope for accomplishing my own dreams one day.

I always responded, “I want to be a doctor,” whenever someone asked me when I was a kid. At that time, I had noticed that some doctors were superior to others, while others had more contact with the patients. However, I ignored that because all I wanted was to wear a white blouse, a stethoscope on my neck, and most importantly, a bright smile derived from the assistance I provided to my delicate patients. As I grew older, I became aware of the different fields, branches, and achelons within the different careers of interest. I decided to be a nurse because nursing inspires me to be the best version of myself, and my choice to become a nurse was influenced by a personal experience I had before my teen years. Initially, I want to become a nurse in the future because working next to real nurses allows me to express the “real me.” At first, I was uncertain about whether or not a career in the medical field would be right for me. Nevertheless, the volunteering experience I have been participating in gives me crucial insights into how a career in nursing could be. At the clinic where I volunteer, the nurses are really nice; they teach me how to take blood pressure and how to perform different tests. Although, as a volunteer, I do not have the right to administer care to actual patients, I can still assist the staff in other ways, which is very exciting too. By volunteering, I am acquiring skills and knowledge that will make my path toward nursing more understandable. I am also confident that a career in nursing will be appropriate for me, as I enjoy and cherish the feeling of being alongside nurses. In addition to that, my decision to become a nurse was influenced by an event that occurred just before my youth. A few years ago, my mom gave birth through surgery. After giving birth, my mom was tired, and her cesarean section was very sensible. This inability restricted her from walking and moving, as was evident when she spent most of her time in bed. Since I was aware of the prescriptions and advice regarding my mom's healthiness, I made sure to monitor and assist her walk for at least ten minutes a day. During the first sessions, she quickly got exhausted and gave up after five minutes. However, with time and the support of my family, including me, she made more and more progress day by day, and she was finally able to walk with little or no difficulties after two months. Helping out my mom made me realize how important it is to be able to understand health needs and wants. Moreover, this experience intensified in me the delight and desire to help others improve their health. Consequently, this event greatly impacted my decision to become a nurse. In short, I chose to be a nurse in the future because nursing allows me to reveal a better self, and an event I experienced just before my young adulthood influenced my choice of becoming a nurse. Volunteering at the clinic gives me much reassurance that a career in nursing will let me be the “real me.” Additionally, the experience I encountered before my teenagehood affected my decision to become a nurse by fostering my consciousness concerning how important it is to be healthy and how delightful it is to help others recover. To this end, I hope my path to becoming a nurse will be challenging, exciting, amusing, and entertaining.

I always responded, “I want to be a doctor,” whenever someone asked me when I was a kid. At that time, I had noticed that some doctors were superior to others, while others had more contact with the patients. However, I ignored that because all I wanted was to wear a white blouse, a stethoscope on my neck, and most importantly, a bright smile derived from the assistance I provided to my delicate patients. As I grew older, I became aware of the different fields, branches, and achelons within the different careers of interest. I decided to be a nurse because nursing inspires me to be the best version of myself, and my choice to become a nurse was influenced by a personal experience I had before my teen years. Initially, I want to become a nurse in the future because working next to real nurses allows me to express the “real me.” At first, I was uncertain about whether or not a career in the medical field would be right for me. Nevertheless, the volunteering experience I have been participating in gives me crucial insights into how a career in nursing could be. At the clinic where I volunteer, the nurses are really nice; they teach me how to take blood pressure and how to perform different tests. Although, as a volunteer, I do not have the right to administer care to actual patients, I can still assist the staff in other ways, which is very exciting too. By volunteering, I am acquiring skills and knowledge that will make my path toward nursing more understandable. I am also confident that a career in nursing will be appropriate for me, as I enjoy and cherish the feeling of being alongside nurses. In addition to that, my decision to become a nurse was influenced by an event that occurred just before my youth. A few years ago, my mom gave birth through surgery. After giving birth, my mom was tired, and her cesarean section was very sensible. This inability restricted her from walking and moving, as was evident when she spent most of her time in bed. Since I was aware of the prescriptions and advice regarding my mom's healthiness, I made sure to monitor and assist her walk for at least ten minutes a day. During the first sessions, she quickly got exhausted and gave up after five minutes. However, with time and the support of my family, including me, she made more and more progress day by day, and she was finally able to walk with little or no difficulties after two months. Helping out my mom made me realize how important it is to be able to understand health needs and wants. Moreover, this experience intensified in me the delight and desire to help others improve their health. Consequently, this event greatly impacted my decision to become a nurse. In short, I chose to be a nurse in the future because nursing allows me to reveal a better self, and an event I experienced just before my young adulthood influenced my choice of becoming a nurse. Volunteering at the clinic gives me much reassurance that a career in nursing will let me be the “real me.” Additionally, the experience I encountered before my teenagehood affected my decision to become a nurse by fostering my consciousness concerning how important it is to be healthy and how delightful it is to help others recover. To this end, I hope my path to becoming a nurse will be challenging, exciting, amusing, and entertaining.

Back in Cameroon, my siblings and I would perform different chores and duties before and after school. Likewise, my parents worked hard to provide for us and fight for us to be educated and have a better life and future in a promising place. I can still visualize how, at school, most teachers concentrated on students seated at the front and those who answered and asked questions. When I came to the U.S. in 2022, I knew life would be different, but I did not know I would face multiple challenges due to environmental and social changes. Like many people, I did not want to think about anything aside from being in an airplane that will carry me to the United States of America, where I will learn several things and show my potential. With time, within the challenges I faced, there was one who jeopardized my goals and dreams. Few months later, when I came to the U.S., my home teacher organized a game during our free period. The game was composed of algebra questions, and the class was divided into two teams. Each team had one attempt and about a minute to answer each question. To win points, a team had to get the question correct on the first try, or else the other team gets it right and steals the points from the initial team. During the game, most of my team members sat there indifferently, and I felt so much pressure that I could not recognize neither the effort of some of my team members nor the fact that I was not letting them do their part. At the end of the game, our team lost. When I tried to talk about our loss to some of my group members, they seemed like they had already moved on, and I felt hurt and behind. I knew failing to be able to solve grade-level math questions probably meant I was behind and below my grade level. Afterwards, I was so frustrated that I decided to talk about the event with my parents. They reminded me that we were not in our home country, and they also advised me to learn to let others be able to learn too by giving others enough time to try to figure it out by themselves. Eventually, the next day, I decided to pay attention to how others react and behave during class periods. I did not answer any questions, nor did I ask any queries. That day, I was silent, sad, and unresponsive because I could not do what I was taught to do but rather what I had to and was supposed to do. In the course of time, I learn to control myself and give others a chance to learn. Now, I rarely answer questions during class and concentrate more on synthesizing them and making them useful when completing my tests, assignments, and essays. Additionally, I have taken the initiative to ask questions privately to teachers when I feel uncomfortable asking them around my peers. Lastly, I also understood that everyone has his or her own drive, motivations, aims, goals, and beliefs. For this purpose, I have decided to be more social so I can understand myself, my settings, and my new community better.

When I was a kid, I was always resentful at the thought of being reprimanded. I did not want to make mistakes or repeat the same mistakes; I only wanted to do things right. But as I grew older, I learned that although mistakes could be scary and discouraging, they actually play an important part in my personal growth by letting me know there is always room for improvement and teaching me the quality of resilience. Till today, failure and success have played and still continue to play a major role in making it possible for me to become the best version of myself now and tomorrow. Three things I would like to promise my future self that I will dedicate to to allow an older me to have a better life are perseverance, kindness, and being the "real me." Initially, I promise the future version of myself that I will always be perseverant. Like everyone else, I have dreams and goals I look forward to and will do anything reasonable to achieve them. However, things do not always appear as they are, and just the thought of giving up because of financial difficulties could sometimes induce me to not even start in the first place. Being persistent is of no good if I cannot work toward my dreams, but a dream placed upon me due to a lack of resources. In about three years, I will be starting the most significant path toward my foremost dream, which is to become a medical professional, and having this scholarship will be a reason to start heads-up and realize that dream. Secondly, I vow to be kind to myself and others around me—to my community. If a small act of kindness can make a person’s day unforgettable, then kindness spread in a community will alter many people's lives for the better. In the future, I want to become a medical doctor, whose aim will be to assist people toward recovery. Nevertheless, finances alone are enough to be the barrier to becoming the doctor I wish to be. Moreover, I wonder how I can spread true and sincere kindness when I am uncertain about achieving my own dreams and objectives due to financial disabilities. Lastly, one of the most important things I promise to my future self is to always be the "real me." In the times to come, I want my family, friends, and others around me to be able to trust me entirely, as they always do, because I am not duplicit but truthful. I want to be and continue to be my true self; I want my actions, thoughts, and ethics to reflect the “real me." Nonetheless, I often question how I can be the best version of myself when I cannot express my best self by doing what brings me happiness because of my inability to pay for resources that will give me the skills and knowledge to be able to. Overall, persistence, kindness, and being the “real me" are the three things I would like to promise my future self that I will devote to to permit an older me to have a greater life. Being perseverant derives from working unstoppably because I concentrate less on finances and more on my education. Moreover, my kindness roots from spreading care to others around me because I love to and was given the chance to. Additionally, being myself comes from being the “real me” and doing what brings me joy because I am able to. To this end, this scholarship will play a prominent part in my journey toward success.