New Beginnings
[1]
As a junior in high school, I am very concerned about college. I'm trying to do everything right: when I keep16 my grades up, participate in a few extracurricular activities, prepare for standardized tests, even perform community service. I spend most days thinking about the future hoping17 that I'm on the right path, I do my best at everything I can.
[2]
[1] I'm interested in a career in nursing,18 I decided to try to secure a spot as a volunteer at the local hospital. [2] I accepted his offer immediately, thinking to myself that here lies19 all the opportunities I could ever want! [3] It would be the best of both worlds: helping people while gaining valuable on-the-job experience! [4] So I put on a nice pair of slacks, a blouse,20 and some comfortable shoes-don't all nurses wear comfortable shoes?-and went to visit the business office. [5] Fortunately, the hospital director was quite willing to let me help out, and he said I could start that summer as soon as I finished my finals.
[3]
The director gave me a brief tour of various departments as he told me about the primary focus of each, an expert himself in every facet of hospital administration,22 until we stopped right in front of the maternity ward. "This is where you're going to work," he said, ushering me through the brown double doors. Walking into the ward, my ears were immediately overwhelmed. Women23 yelled and newborns wailed. Nurses rushed around to adjust medical instruments that screamed for attention. I felt suspicious24 in the center of so much action and wondered if I had been too hasty in seeking out such a difficult service project.
[4]
Apparently my fear must have shown clearly on my face as25 I looked around because the director said, "Don't worry. You'll get used to the pace up here. You are going to help in the nursery." With that, we walked down the busy hallway past the numerous delivery rooms26 and into the most peaceful room I've ever seen. The pastel colors provided a quiet backdrop to the humming of machines and soft coos of sleeping infants. A whispering nurse, the one in charge of the nursery,27 welcomed me, thanked me for volunteering, and asked me to start folding some baby blankets and placing it28 in the appropriate drawer. The director gave me a questioning look, which I returned with a quiet nod.
I got right to work.