When I was a sophmore in high school, I enrolled in a class called Anatomy and Physiology. When I first entered the classroom, I didn't know what to expect, but I became aware on that day that this wasn't going to be like any other class that I took before. On the first day of school, my teacher, Mr. Lasnik, began class with a lecture outlining the class, just like every other class this was a routine first day of school. However, nearing the end of the period, Mr. Lasnik brought us all to the back of the classroom and made us gather around a body ba resting on a big table. I knew that I was going to see my first dead body, but I didn't know how I would react to seeing it. After giving us a brief introduction about his friend resting on the table, Mr. Lasnik exposes to us the body. Some of my fellow classmates turned away while others started gagging, but I, on the otherhand ... I felt absolutely nothing...
From this experience I learned nothing, I felt kind of cold-hearted for not being as shocked as some of my peers were. As the school year dragged on though, I was flooded with too much schoolwork to give much thought to the matter. The class was extremely challenging. We had to learn all the parts of the body and their functions. None of it really mattered to me though, it was fairly interesting, but I just wanted to finish studying and working on hw as soon as possible and hang out with my friends. Nearing the end of the second semester, we were each given an opportunity to visit the nearby Los Robles Regional Hospital. When I went in on that day to the hospital with my lab partner, I had no idea what we were gonna see. They made us change into sterilized clothing, sign forms regarding patient privacy, and escorted to a room. For the next few hours I was in awe, I paid meticulous attention to everything the doctor did as he performed live heart-bypass surgery. It was such an amazing experience, all I could think about after that day was that I too wanted to be like that surgeon helping out another man. He saved a life that day. He was a hero to his patient. I began voluteering at the hospital hoping to get a better feel for this new interest of mine. I came to love the feeling that I got from helping others. It was refreshing because for once I felt truly appreciated for what I was doing and I was doing it all because I enjoyed doing it. When I realized this mutualistic relationship, I knew that working in the medical profession would be the ideal occupation for me.
