Remember all the times as a child when someone asked you "What do you want to be when you grow up?" My response had always been the same, a doctor. My CNA/Phlebotomy class made me wonder if that's what I really wanted. I started to question the one thing that had never changed in my life. I walked into class, talked to my friends for a few minutes, then sat down and waited on class to start. I was always anxious to know what tasks we would be performing that day. The bell rang, and as soon as it did, my teacher stood up from behind her desk with the biggest smile on her face. She cleared her throat and said "You guys get to watch a woman give birth today!" Everyone got so excited. I was relieved when she told us that it was just a movie and it wasn't live. As I was watching a woman give birth, all I could think about was how exciting it would be to deliever babies. That thought cleared my mind a few seconds later. The doctors cut the umbilical cord and delievered the placenta. I immediatly felt dizzy, so I put my head down on the table. Apparantly I had fainted because I woke up and I couldn't see anything, but I could hear everything going on around me. I started to panic. My teacher already had cold wash rags laying all over my body by the time I had woke up. Once I had come to realization of what had just happened, I started to think. …show more content…
I knew I had to do something; I went home and started watching videos of surgery, births, and anything else that I could find. Every time my teacher said we would be watching a video, everyone would look at me and say "You're not going to pass out again, are you?" I was embarrassed; I wasn't as good as everyone else in my class was. I had something holding me back from being the best I could be. When we finished our CNA class, we started on Phlebotomy; this was where I needed to show how hard I had worked. I needed to prove that I could continue what I had started and I could get through it no matter how tough it