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SOMETHING DIFFERENT

by- GYELZEN SHERPA, FEB, 2016


Why only become Doctors and Engineers?
Is it for the money or is it just for the fame?
Other majors are beautiful too
So, don’t be afraid of feeling ashamed.

Become something that you want to be
Not what other people want you to be
Because money is not everything
It’s your happiness, what I want to see


You might say that you are happy
And it was your own choice
But you can’t lie to yourself
And stop your heart’s unsatisfied noise

Let’s be different
And color your lives with some white and blue
Why only become Doctors and Engineers?
Other majors are beautiful too.


OUR PRIDE IS OUR ENEMY

by- FUNYIMA SHERPA,MAY, 2015


The rush of adrenaline will soon dry out
But consciousness remains and still cries out
The suffering will suffer, the prosperous will prosper
I knew it yesterday I still do now.

Innovations opened vision but shut down our heart
Only to see depreciation in every chart.
Our arrogance of being brave has left us far behind
The world has us to its rear, yet believe we are one of a kind.


We take pride in being a killer, we take pride in being a coolie
Wisdom is not our forte, the word uncivilized defines us truly.
Change is what we need, but it's change that we most fear
Fear losing the ambition the dreams, and the pride we hold so dear.

We all have just one life, and its purpose is what we define
Through mistakes, love, hate, we gradually refine
And as weak as a mortal we admit defeat to time
Our fate to nothingness justified, by our deeds and our crime.


MY ROUTE TO BEING A PHYSICAL ASSISTANT

by-TENJING SHERPA, FEB, 2016

I was only 11 years old when I came to the United States. Six months prior to my arrival, my mother had recently given birth. She constantly went to the hospital to do follow-up appointments for her and my baby brother. Every time she went to the hospital she would take me with her because she needed a translator. At that time, although I did not know much about medicine, I was still able to understand and translate some of the things that the doctor had told my mother. Whenever the doctor spoke, and I looked at my mother, all I saw was her obscured face. However, when I spoke and translated the information, her face suddenly enlightened. It was moments like these that made me realize the necessity of diversity in the medical field, and I found gratification in being able to help promote a healthy lifestyle.

In order to learn more about the medical field, I started volunteering at Elmhurst Hospital Center. As a volunteer, I worked with certified nurse assistants, delivering patients foods and medications. My volunteer experience allowed me to perceive the value of being part of the medical field. Observing how the medical providers tried their best to treat the patients, I realized how I was also playing an important role. At times, I wanted to do more than just deliver patients foods and medicines. This desire soon led me to become an EMT and start volunteering at Corona Community Volunteer Ambulance Corps. While volunteering as an EMT, I encountered patients from various cultural backgrounds which further allowed me to gain deeper understanding of importance of diversity in the medical field, and taught me one of the important skills required while providing care: good communication.
Although, my experience with my mother and volunteering sparked my interest in medicine and gave me a sense of healthcare professional I want to become. It was the summer internship, Exploring Health Careers at SUNY Downstate University, which guided me to single out physician assistant as my career. Through this internship I had an opportunity to explore various careers in the medical field, including shadowing a PA in fast track. I was not only able to witness her provide treatments but I also learned an important aspect of medicine. She told me that being in the medical field is more than just curing patients’ illness. It is also about communicating with them, teaching them how to live healthy life style and trying to prevent the same illness from occurring again. One day I hope to become a PA just like her, helping the underserved population through my knowledge of medicine. As a PA, it offers me flexibility of working in family and emergency medicine; two specialty that I am currently interested in. In both areas, I want to not only treat the patients, but also communicate with them and try my best to provide quality health care.


THE WHITHERED TREE BLOSSOMS AND DANCES IN THE WIND

April 7, 2014

By looking at me you would never know that. … I am not a typical Asian-American girl because once I open my mouth, you will hear my accent, and soon enough you will find out that I am a FOB (fresh off the boat). And just like a withered tree you might encounter in the barren mountains of the Himalayas, you will get to know that my life was like that once. Back in Nepal, when I was two, both my parents left me in search of their American dream. I was left under my uncle’s care for four years. Once a bright, happy child, my parents’ sudden departure turned me from a beautiful flower with full of promises to one with lots of “thorns.” Suddenly everything changed. I started becoming weak, fearful, and lazy every day. My self-esteem started to get lower as I started becoming a problem child in everyone’s eyes. I was once told by my teacher that I would never become successful in life. Things and circumstances changed, but time and luck did not favor me again. Due to unstable political situation in Nepal, at the very young age I was send to India to pursue better education. I did not want to leave Nepal but like with everything else, nobody asked me what I really wanted.

India is a country of colors, of slums, of millionaires, of eccentrics, and also the “hell” that I was sent to. At that moment in my life, I was like a bird migrating from nest to nest in search of my niche and parental love that I missed in the absence of my parents. But all my loved ones were leaving me and even those who were near me were pushing me away. Everyone said it was for “better” but I did not understand how it was with me getting hurt all the time. In India, I found myself living with a couple, who were also my teachers and took care of 12 other students like me. 
As a young girl, I wanted to explore the world around me and live my fantasies. But, I was forced into this strict environment where they wanted to restrict me in every possible way. The result of this contradiction was a troubled child who did not fit in classrooms, in the hostel, and who had few friends to confide to. No one understood my problems and they thought I was becoming worse every day. My teachers would beat me and yell at me to straighten up things. However, the pain and abuse took me a point where I hated myself, my life and I was angry all the time. As the plane came nearer, excitement and tears of happiness engulfed me. This plane was my vessel of freedom that would take me far from the wretchedness of life in India and Nepal to America, the land of Martin Luther King, Michael Jackson, Madonna, and my mother. In the land of freedom, where brave and courageous seemed to touch the sky, where refugees and asylum seekers breathed sigh of relief upon their arrival, and where even illegal immigrants seemed to sleep in peace, I found myself once again lost and a total misfit in the new society. I was happier being with my parents and siblings, but still sleep avoided me as I struggled through bouts of insomnia for some time when I came to this country. America was a magical land that I had fantasized about but there was no magic but only madness that seemed to surround me. I felt I was an outsider because I could not understand what people were saying. I would get lost in subways on many occasions, and in school I would sit at the back pretending I was listening when I did not understand what my teachers and peers were taking. I had no friends to play with and no one to share my thoughts with. I started dancing and small green leaves started sprouting even in this withered tree. I hated Dancing because I thought could not do it. Too self-conscious of how I moved, how I looked and muddle of thoughts that went through my head, I always thought dancing was for others. I gave myself a shot and went to Dance company Audition. Once the result was out I could not stop myself; I jumped up and said, “Yes, I did it”. The judges thought I was talented enough, maybe rusty, but they did see something on me. To someone who felt constrained, confined and confused no matter where she went, dancing provided me with a medium through which I could release the elephant weight I carried on my shoulders. It is interesting how one bold step sometimes opens that door that lets out the floodgate of infinite. I opened myself to dancing, and it opened the entire world to me. Friends, love, boldness, confidence all flowed in through that door. With increased self-esteem, I started doing well in my studies. I started participating in club activities, and finally I found myself free at last, and want more of it. I don’t know what the future holds for me but I remain excited and new challenges—new people, new places don’t frighten me anymore. The ghost of the past is gone, and the tree has at last blossomed. 






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