My Story Behind My Major by Becca

My Story Behind My Major by Becca - February 2024 Scholarship Essay

Sometimes it's hard to choose what you want to do with your life. Most Adults don't know what their lives will come too until its too late. Living in a small town community in Oklahoma, you can really see that a lot of people choose jobs not occupations. Most people where I'm from either don't have the resources or the willingness to get higher education. This ends with many people going straight to the work force jumping from many different professions just so that can get money. Not really caring what they're doing in their day to day lives as long as it pays the bills.

I've seen this first hand, because both of my parents did it, my entire family has skipped out on getting higher education for various reasons. My mom got her GED after she dropped out of High School her senior year, and my father graduated his High school with a 2.3 GPA. I've lived my whole life watching my parents, as most children do. I've seen them struggle through jobs they hated, just for me. I know for a fact that my mother has not even thought about a profession she'd might be interested in, she never had the chance.

Like many other kids my age I said I wanted to be something new every week. However, one day that had changed. As we all know in 2020 the pandemic swept worldwide. Many people got sick and some died, because of our small resources. Living in America we think we have it made, I don't think many people realize how little we know about our world, including disease and such things. We do know a lot, we know enough to teach children about it for over 14 years. Otherwise we still need more healthcare professionals, even if it be, a widely considered "demeaning job", such as a CNA.

In September of 2021 my Poppy got sick. He was in the hospital until October of '22. While he was gone my mom fought for his life with him. He eventually got well enough that he was sent home, right before Thanksgiving. My mom and my aunt we're his main caregivers since me and my sister were 14 and 17. I remember wanting so badly to help nurse him back to health. Finally one day when he was well enough my mom let me test his blood sugar (he's a type 1 diabetic), trim his nails, give him back rubs and help feed him.

I can remember the joy on his face when he got his consciousness back, he knew he had people who loved him and cared for him. I loved that feeling, the feeling that I did my part and it healed him completely. Now 2 years later, he's standing behind that pulpit like he was before, he gained all his weight back and he doesn't need his oxygen or his wheelchair anymore, and I was apart of that. I now work in a Nursing Home in Purcell and I get to do that same thing, and feel that same way every single day. It gives me joy, giving joy to others. I just can't wait to be a Full Time Nurse and help even more people.

I hope my story can encourage at least someone to join this fight with me. I know how much I love what I do, and I know that I can help others feel that warmness in their heart that I feel everyday, knowing I'm making a difference in at least one persons life. That is why I chose a Nursing major, so that I can improve others' lives as well as my own.