Passionate Loves, and Passionate Hates

I claim to have a great deal of love for music. However, according to my band teacher at Davis High School, because I do not know certain composers and famous directors by heart I am, sadly, not a musician. I've played the Euphonium for almost six years now, I played the trombone earlier in my musical education in a jazz band, and I've been attempting to teach myself the clarinet, though nothing much is coming of it. For eight years I've been learning how to sing opera, classical and Broadway by this absolutely marvelous lady named Maren (if any of you need a hero, I refer you to her). Not a year and a half ago my biggest desire for years was to get a Doctorate's Degree in Musical Education. That flame went out.

Next, my thoughts and ambitions turned towards the medical field. After my love for music, my interests and fascinations of the Human Anatomy are what caught my attention the most. I wanted to go into the Nursing Field, and I had quite a road planned out ahead of me, too. I was to get my C.N.A. during last summer and practice it just before my mission. Afterwords, I was to get my L.P.N. and then my R.N. and get a masters degree in Nursing from Weber State. I was thrilled. I had taken a Human Biology class my sophomore year and loved it! And so, summer came and my C.N.A. course began at the local D.A.T.C.

All went began quite well. Because of my over achieving self, I had started the book work before the class had even begun, and I was able to speed through the class with wonderful passing grades. In the class with me was one of my good friends Emily who enjoyed with me watching the video about how to take rectal temperature. Good laughs came out of that one. So far I was not let down. I was let down, however, when the time for our Clinicals began.

The clinicals are the part of the Nursing Assistant course where one begins the "hands on" experience. Emily and I were stationed at Life Care Center in Bountiful together. Life Care Center is a Nursing Home, and I had no problem with this. I had spent three years thus far at an Assisted Living working as a Kitchen Aid, so I figured working with Senior Citizens in a Nursing Home would be cake for me. This is where I was wrong. Extremely wrong.

You see, patients at a Nursing Home are 90% of the time Alzheimer victims. Thus, they were bed ridden and could do absolutely nothing for themselves. We (Nurse Assistants) were responsible for feeding them, toileting them, bathing them, etc. And I'll tell you now, doing these things isn't what bothered me. I think the real reason for what scared me away was the realization that I, too, may one day be like theses old men and women. In fact, I'm sure I will be.

So that is that.

Now my future career goals have turned towards Psychology and working as a therapist. I wish to help people and this is another way I can. Perhaps I can turn my life's experiences into wisdom and the ability to help show others the way.

Yet my true passion lies in my religion, my family and my country. I am Mormon (LDS, if you must know) and I will proudly claim that I love this Church. I know it to be true and I wish everyone the happiness found within its Church Building Walls. My family is wonderful, and I stand by them through all things. I'm proud to be an American. This country has its downs and massive transgressions, but I would not pick another place in this world to live . . .

As for passionate hates, I despise spiders with all that is in me. I don't care about size, poison status, anything at all. If it has eight legs, crawls and is categorized under arachnids, I hate them, and will have nothing to do with them. My poor children will come running to me at tender years crying for help because they have found a spider and wish to call for their father's help and I tell you now they will be disappointed. I will refuse to help. They can call for their mother instead.

That's all.

Oh yes, I love theatre.