I have officially completed my first week of college, the famous Syllabus Week. Meeting my professors, seeing new faces, making new connections. After taking attendance, all of my professor's asked every student to share their name and major. My English professor although asked her students to expand on why they chose their major, and what their dream job may be. It didn't matter how ridiculous or fantasized the ideas were, she wanted to know our true passion.

Public speaking is a strength of mine, so when my English professor asked me to introduce myself I had no issues. As I began to recite my major, for the fifth and final time this week, something came over me.

I began to remember the first time I had the desire to become a nurse, I was seven years old. That was the time I knew for what purpose I was brought on this earth. I am here to care and to take care. I am here to be strong when others are weak. I am here to save lives. I am here to be a nurse.

Unfortunately my grandmother passed away last year, and this woman was the light of my life, and oh was I the light of hers. She always told me I would succeed in a career such as nursing. With her watching over me I made it, I am in school, and I am planning to prove her right.

After her surgery, my grandmother had the most amazing recovery nurses. One, in particular, touched my heart. This woman just finished her sixteen-hour shift and came back check on my grandmother, just one last time before she went home to her family. This woman cared, she was strong for my family, she supported us, and she definitely had passion. I want to be that nurse, I want to be there for families, I want to care for my patients, I want to positively impact lives, and now I am positive this field is for me.

With the first week of college in the dust, I can easily say I am beyond ready for the next four years. The passion of seven-year-old Sydney will carry on to be the career of college graduate Sydney.