i had to create a short writing of sorts for an education class today, and i just wanted to share it with you guys so it would help many realize what i am trying to do with my future career. thank you ahead of time for reading, it really means the world to me.
My name is Emily Ann Sparks. I grew up homeschooled for the majority of my elementary career, aside from one year of private school in the second grade. During that year I was diagnosed with dyslexia, and still have my bouts with it today. I do believe I may have other undiagnosed learning disabilities as I have many other “symptoms” that aren’t just word/reading related. However, having the learning disability(ies) caused me to push myself beyond my own limits, and I progressed towards the honors/AP class levels once I hit high school. I got very involved in the science courses at my school and wished to one day be a forensic pathologist. This desire was not because of the C.S.I. shows they play today, but because I was so interested in filling that void created when those families of the victims never discover the cause of their loved ones death. I wanted to create a difference for those families. I had a dream to attend Loyola PreMed and move on to med school; approximated sixteen years of school, plus internships guaranteeing an average salary of $500,000. Sounds like a dream… This idea became an issue, though. One day I was sitting in my exercise physiology course my junior year of highschool, as an actual forensic pathologist stood before the class discussing her progress. She had been in school for nearly fifteen years, and was just beginning her internships. She was 35 years old, had not had a boyfriend or relationship in years (and was fine with it), was on-call at all times and openly admitted to not having much of a social life. I personally wanted a family, and was really uncomfortable with that idea–no family, no social life and always on-call? So I took a little time to really think, because I just couldn’t deal with the idea of a life without the factors that I consider substance. And it occurred to me how much I absolutely adore art, and always have. Whenever my disability became prevalent, I would turn to it knowing if I needed a break, my creative side could take over. And I want that class to have the same effect on students who may have suffered the same thing. I also feel that nobody appreciates the arts anymore, and I hope to one day provide a classroom plan providing proof that art can also be academic, and that history and math and even literature all impact it, and art becomes it as well. This has become my pure motivation, and hopefully in five years I will look back and be glad I made this decision, no matter how risky and unreliable people believe it is. I have dealt with a lot of judgement, moving from a medical career to an art one. It caused controversy that I am already working hard to disprove; although I may not be working with the common conception of scientific data, I will be putting facts, data and evidence into my goal. I will continue on with the same work ethic I had towards science, although I may not live with the same salary. But personally, that wasn’t what mattered to me in the first place. My goals were chosen so I could make a difference, and I really think I will.
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