Week 3 Writing Homework
Prompt: Write a narrative detailing the experiences of a healthcare worker overcoming a challenge. Ensure you explore the emotional rollercoaster individuals face in times of difficulty.
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In the huge heart of the town’s renowned hospital, Emma ambles slowly through the children’s sleeping ward as the sun starts to set. Her steps are light, yet every single one carries an unwavering amount of dedication. The silhouette of the pediatric nurse is a sight seen every day and every night, yet no matter how many times you see her, Emma is as warm as hot chocolate on a snowy winter evening. Through the deafening silence of the tranquil hospital, Emma moulds each child’s future with indelible compassion.
With every body she passes, Emma thinks about all the missed milestones, all the missed family celebrations, and all her families and friends, whom her heart aches to see. Why did she choose this profession? But with the gentle cry of a baby, Emma’s question is answered. It is in this oasis which Emma remembers that this is where she wants to be, this is what her mind and her heart want to do. She smiles ever so gently to herself, knowing that all the children’s lives she grasped onto were the reasons why those lives were not lost, and her heart swells with nurturing love for all children placed in her hands.
As dawn breaks, the bustling outside starts all over again. The piercing shrieks, the booming moans of pain and the crying of babies. But through all the mess, Emma knows that this is the reason why she is a pediatrician. Although it is possible that no one in the world cares about her profession, she knows that deep inside, she will always care about children.
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Schol-Y5_WK3 -Tricia Yi
This is pretty good I think
Doctor thing
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Schol-Y5_WK3 -Caspar Liu
In a great hospital, which inhabits the middle of a city. Dr James is pacing down a busy hall, doors swinging open; and people pacing in different directions. He arrives at his reassuring sanctuary. Shielding him from the unsettling word. He is showered with unwavering fatigue, due to the very late night yesterday. However he is still as inviting as normal. He is a tapestry of carefully woven strings, a bright-colored as a parakeet. He examines his equipment, his gentle gaze rippling through space and time. He is packed with compassion of his job. He is resilient to finish this day, as he is truly a sculptor of every person hearing. His testament resonates throughout his mind. His silent legacy seldomly provides recovery from his tiring night. This brings him to the oasis of his heart. His mind raining drops of reassurance, across the endless desert. Suddenly flowers of self-love, and trees of fortitude grow faster than the blink of an eye. In the center of this all lays him a sentinel of empathy and kindness. He is a lighthouse to people lost in their void. He provides hearing for others, spreading the ability to many who have sadly lost it. The majestic clock ticks for every second. As this tiny object somehow manages time. The hand of the clock reaches to him and pats him on the shoulder. It rings “don’t worry you’ll be alright, you got his bro. Then the hand retracts and the door opens a person wanders in and Dr James gets ready full of confidence. “Ok let’s get this started.” He says to his patient.
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Schol-Y5_WK3 – luyao Yang
The Heart Of Healing
Sophia stood at the threshold of the emergency room, the hum of fluorescent lights above her a constant reminder of the work that never stopped. The world outside felt frozen, as if time had taken a breath, but inside, the hospital was alive with the frantic pulse of life and death. Her heart, heavy with grief, seemed to throb with the rhythm of the machines that beeped and whirred around her. Her grandmother, the woman who had been both mother and guide, had passed away earlier that day, but here she was, still in uniform, still at her post. Grief had no place in this moment, not yet.
The doors flew open, and the paramedics rushed in, bringing with them a stretcher, the body on it pale, battered, and frail. An elderly woman, her fragile body ravaged by the brutality of a car accident. The marks of the crash were visible: broken bones, deep cuts, and the rapid, uneven rise and fall of her chest. Sophia’s throat tightened. The sight of her—her wrinkled skin, the slow pulse beneath her fingers—made her think of her grandmother. The ache of loss crept up her spine, but she forced it down. There was no time.
She moved instinctively, guiding the woman through the storm of noise and chaos, her hands steady despite the flood of emotion threatening to overtake her. She adjusted the oxygen mask with careful fingers, monitoring the heart rate as the trauma team worked around her. The weight of the day, of the past few weeks, of the grief lodged deep within her chest, felt almost unbearable. Yet, as she focused on the woman before her, she willed herself to let go of everything else. The woman was still breathing, still hanging on, and that was all that mattered.
Time blurred. Seconds stretched into what felt like hours. The rhythm of the machines, once erratic and chaotic, slowly began to stabilize. The steady rise and fall of the woman’s chest became more even. The frantic beeping slowed. There was a shift, a moment where the sharpness of the crisis faded just enough to let in a glimmer of hope.
Sophia remained at her side, her body aching with fatigue, but her mind clear and focused. She had seen moments like this before—moments when everything hung in the balance—but today, there was something different. The small victory, the glimmer of life in the frail body before her, was more than just medical success. It was a lifeline, a fragile thread that connected her to something beyond the pain, beyond the loss. In helping someone else hold on, she had, in some way, held on too.
The trauma team moved in to confirm that Ms. Larkins would survive, the finality of their words settling in the air like a soft exhale. For the first time in hours, Sophia allowed herself a breath. The weight in her chest, while still present, felt a little lighter. She stood there, her gaze fixed on the woman who had, in some strange way, reminded her of all the things she had lost and all the things she still had the power to save.
It wasn’t enough to erase the grief, but in that moment, it was enough to remind her that healing, like life, could still be found even in the darkest corners.
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Schol-Y5_WK3 -Jayden Zhou _ Ian Zhou
Maria had always dreamed of helping others as a nurse. When she started working in a busy hospital, she was excited to put her training to use. However, she never expected how hard it could be.
One evening, Maria’s shift took an unexpected turn. A wave of patients came in after a major accident, and the emergency room quickly filled up. Maria was assigned to a critical patient, a young boy named Max who had been in a car crash. His condition was dire, and Maria could see the worry in his parents’ eyes as they clung to each other.
As she worked to stabilize Max, the weight of the situation started to press down on Maria. She had dealt with emergencies before, but this felt different. Her hands were shaking as she carefully adjusted the machines. Her mind raced with thoughts of what might happen if she made a mistake. She couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.
In the middle of it all, Maria’s thoughts wandered to her own family. She thought about her mother, who always told her to stay calm no matter how hard things got. Maria had always tried to live by that advice, but this moment was testing her limits.
Despite the fear building inside her, Maria stayed focused. She remembered her training and the support of her team. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, each person doing their part. Slowly, Max’s condition began to stabilize, and Maria felt a flicker of hope.
The hours passed, and Maria continued to monitor him. As the night stretched on, she felt both exhausted and grateful. She was proud of the hard work and determination she had put in, but she also felt emotionally drained. The fear she had felt in the beginning was still there, but now it was mixed with a sense of relief. Max was going to be okay, and that made it all worth it.
When her shift finally ended, Maria stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. The cool night air helped clear her mind. She knew the job would always be tough, but she also knew she was strong enough to face whatever challenges came her way. Each day was an opportunity to grow, to help, and to learn. Maria was ready for whatever came next.
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Schol-Y5_WK3 -Varoon
In one of the best hospitals, my great grandpa lay in the hospital bed. Boy, were we lucky to get one of the beds in this hospital it was so tricky to get a bed people would have to wait for months just to get a bed. It would have very little beds, but it was still filled with so many great surgeons. We had Dr James, oh were we lucky. My great grandpa needed his kidney removed because he had two.
When Dr James came in, he said with a lot of enthusiasm he said, “lets help this great wise man shall we,”! I was scared for my great grandad of what the result would be but what it was will shock you. We were told to leave the operating room, so we did quietly. I knew the doctor feared this challenge I could tell by his face and expressions. I mean this is a huge step for everyone, just imagine if you were in that room doing the operation so it would be stressful. I just hoped for the best for the surgeon. It was probably such a big step for him.
But of course, as a surgeon it was his job to look after millions of patients. I’m sure it was hard for him, but it was his job, and he had to do it with no other choice. So all we could do was wait and hope everything would be ok for my great grandfather and the doctor for his accomplishment. For hours and hours, we had to wait until Dr James came out with results… he had done it he had saved my great grandfather from any illness ever again. I could tell that the doctor was overjoyed that he had done his mission with his expression on his face I could tell he was overjoyed with himself.
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Schol-Y5_WK3 -Abby Fan
In one of the best hospitals, my great grandpa lay in the hospital bed. Boy, were we lucky to get one of the beds in this hospital it was so tricky to get a bed people would have to wait for months just to get a bed. It would have very little beds, but it was still filled with so many great surgeons. We had Dr James, oh were we lucky. My great grandpa needed his kidney removed because he had two.
When Dr James came in, he said with a lot of enthusiasm he said, “lets help this great wise man shall we,”! I was scared for my great grandad of what the result would be but what it was will shock you. We were told to leave the operating room, so we did quietly. I knew the doctor feared this challenge I could tell by his face and expressions. I mean this is a huge step for everyone, just imagine if you were in that room doing the operation so it would be stressful. I just hoped for the best for the surgeon. It was probably such a big step for him.
But of course, as a surgeon it was his job to look after millions of patients. I’m sure it was hard for him, but it was his job, and he had to do it with no other choice. So all we could do was wait and hope everything would be ok for my great grandfather and the doctor for his accomplishment. For hours and hours, we had to wait until Dr James came out with results… he had done it he had saved my great grandfather from any illness ever again. I could tell that the doctor was overjoyed that he had done his mission with his expression on his face I could tell he was overjoyed with himself. That is were my story ends here full of excitement. I am sure Dr James feels like he can do anything now.
The last patient strolled away from my dental clinic as the possibility of a relaxing evening came in to the mind, that’s when a family, the child was crying but his parents were pushing him forward, something told me that this would not be a smooth appointment. The child grudgingly made his in to my office as I eyed him closely. I asked him to sit on the chair.
He yelled back, “I know! no need to be so bossy.”
I opened my mouth to protest but clamped it shut, it was better not to get in to a fight wit a patient . He jumped on to the chair and lied down, I reached my hand in to his mouth and took a look at his mouth, it was a horrible sight, his teeth seemed to be knocked out and all of them were bleeding. This wasn’t going to be easy. I grabbed the wind pipe and aimed at his mouth, but just when I triggered it he jerked his head sideways.
I said to him “it’s just some wind, see,” blowing some of the wind on to his hands. He calmed down after that and let me blow his teeth, I grabbed my mirror and started inspecting his teeth, they were horrible. I shut my mouth when I realised I said that out loud. I stuttered before continuing on with the inspection.
“What did you say? ” the boy threatened,
I didn’t respond but he jerked up and said, “Don’t say that my teeth are terrible they are the best ” he gloated.
I got out my water gun and tried to spray some in his mouth, but he clamped his mouth shut, I sprayed some on his mouth and he yelped in surprise. He slowly opened his mouth and I sprayed his teeth clean. I gave him a rinse of water and he grimaced, he must have been embarrassed. The child must have thought what I was thinking because he said, “What are you looking at?”
I shook my head, and laughed under my breath, this was the most ridiculous patient I had had ever. He climbed out of the chair and walked out of the door without any thanks and left. I went back to my house and finally relaxed, but in my head I couldn’t stop bringing up the boy.
The next day the boy came again, but this time everything went smooth, I let him try and feel all of my tools and by the time I had to start operating I could easily do everything without even a flinch. I even gave him a lollipop after the operation and this time he thanked me and skipped out of the door. I had made a new acquaintance and learnt a tactic for younger children.
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Schol-Y5_WK3 – Nathan Zhou
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Felix SUN Week 3 Writing Scholarship
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The Unnoticed Guardians
Dr Edward Tanner knew that, as a neurosurgeon, it was his job to provide his patients with the best of care, regardless of the circumstances. He had sworn it in his oath, and now, he had to abide by the oath. However, luck wasn’t always on his side. He sometimes performed surgeries that needed every single detail to be accurate, or complex operations that had to be done in a short period of time. Dr Tanner knew that his job wasn’t easy, yet his heart glowed with pride every time a discharged patient smiled at him and bade him well. He had trained for this. However, nothing he had ever practised could have prepared him for one of the most difficult periods of his career.
It began as a typical day in the hospital. Cases of stroke and injuries were regular cases now. Dr Tanner was used to all of them, he had worked at the hospital for six years. Every time he finished a operation he would stand back, wipe his face, and rejoice that he had been able to save another life. Dr Tanner often said that every human life was worth saving, despite the situations. It was this that made him such a compassionate person, and it was this that made every patient have him perform their surgery. This was why Dr Tanner did his work so meticulously and accurately, so that every person would have a chance at a second life.
On that day, the hospital received an urgent call. A builder named Bob had fell down from a skyscraper, gone through a glass pane, and landed with shards raining down on him. His head, already injured due to the fall, received several deep gashes caused by the raining glass. Already, blood was clotting in his vessels, and a stroke could occur any time. It was clear that, in the wrong hands, he would die.
When presented with the patient, Dr Tanner faced a hard choice. He could make a hole in the skull and take the clot out, but there was a risk of stroke. Plus, he had to ask the patient if he agreed to proceed. However, with the person unconscious, Dr Tanner faced the hardest choice he would have to make in his entire life. Would attempt to save a patient’s life, even though he knew the full risks of the decision? Or would he choose to play it safe and watch the patient die? There was only one answer to Dr Tanner. He chose the first option.
Dr Tanner worked and fast. He assembled all his tools, and called in the other surgeons to assist. His heart was pounding fast, but it wasn’t because of the task he had been set. His own father had died the same way. Dr Tanner had tried to help, but sometimes, death is inevitable. Memories flashed back to him as he made his final preparations. The beep, beep, beep sound of the machine, his hands flying wildly across his father’s head, and the still chest of a once fine young man. The trauma jolted him back to reality. He had a surgery to perform. From now, nothing mattered. Only the job did.
Dr Tanner bent low over Bob’s head, his hands in position. He assessed where the clot was, and outlined the best route to get there. Slowly, precisely, he cut a minute hole in the person’s skull. Dr Tanner peered in, and then saw it. A massive ball of crimson liquid, fighting to burst out of the vessel. Swiftly, Dr Tanner seized an instrument and pried the clot from the person’s head. He then strengthened the blood vessel, and started sewing the person’s skull back together. It was slow, but important work. Every detail mattered. If one move went wrong, the entire surgery could’ve been for nothing. Dr Tanner finished sewing the stitches, and sat back in his chair, monitoring the patient’s situation with the other doctors, and hoping, hoping that the patient could survive.
Bob remained still for the next three hours. The other staff were all but ready to give up, but Dr Tanner was like a beacon of light. He convinced the doctors to stay, he said that he knew with all his heart that Bob was still in there, fighting for the chance of a second life. Dr Tanner was committed to the patient. He would not let another person die from this horrific disaster, especially after his father. He would stay in the chair all night if he needed, providing the necessary treatment for the patient to live.
The next day, Dr Tanner awoke to a healthy, radiant Bob. But best of all, alive. Bob was filled with gratitude and respect to the man who had saved him. The man who had spent so long in a chair, helping him, and ensuring that he would live. The sight brought tears to Dr Tanner’s eyes, reminding him why he had chosen this path. Although there would still be many emotional rollercoasters ahead, Dr Tanner had learned to navigate through the twists and turns freely. He would no longer be prone to the accidents that occured in his early life. He would no longer be pray to their evils. He had learned how to fight against them, just like Bob fought against injury. Smiling slightly, as he looked up to the early morning sun, Dr Tanner knew that he and his colleagues were the unseen heroes, the ones who silently guard people as they pass through the treacherous path of disease.
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Schol-Y5_WK3 -Ethan
As the moon shone brightly in the middle of the night, she heard a crying sound coming from the empty space echoing to her room. She gets up gently and plods towards the sound. In front of her was a small child with many cuts and wrapped up in bandage while breathing through an oxygen mask. She knew this helpless child would not survive the night. Tears form in her eyes and gradually became a stream.
Memories of her childhood was awakened as she starred at this innocent child. Her best friend developed a serious illness and did not survive long. It was the darkest period of her school years, and it motivated her to become a nurse. She was committed to helping and supporting children.
Each day she watches new children that are brought in by the ambulance. They had wounds and cuts all over their body. They were innocent and defenseless children. The numbers would not reduce but increase day after day. The hospital was a safe refuge among the violence of war.
Each night it gets more difficult to get out of bed. She feels more tired after each night. She has been having many sleepless nights. It only gets worse. Time is limited. She resorts to junk food so she could spend more time with the children.
Over time her health deteriorates. She eventually passes away alongside those that she tries to take care of. There are not many of us that care for others more than ourselves. A world would be a better place if we had more that are like her.
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Schol-Y5_WK3 -Alessia Li
In the heart of the bustling city hospital, Dr. Maria Sanchez navigated the corridors like a mountaineer finding his way through the winding paths of the mountain. The faint hum of the lights above was her only companion as she worked late into the night. Despite the exhaustion inside her every muscle, Maria’s determination shone brightly in the dark hosital.
Her challenge began one cold evening when an emergency call cracked through the hospital’s communication system. A major accident on the nearby highway had left multiple victims in bad condition. The emergency room quickly filled with a cacophony of distress – wails of pain, cries for help, and the footsteps of nurses and doctors trying to control the chaos.
Maria was assigned to a young woman named Emily, who had been trapped in her car for over an hour before being rescued. Her injuries were severe: multiple bone fractures, internal bleeding, and a collapsed lung. As Maria scrutinised Emily’s condition, her heart burdened with anxiety. The weight of the responsibility pressed down on her like an anchor.
With each moment, Maria’s thoughts went between her professional duty and personal fears. She used the strength of her family, especially her mother, to stay focused. After hours of intense surgery, Emily’s condition stabilized, but the journey to recovery had only begun.
Throughout the process, Maria’s colleagues and family provided unwavering support. Days turned into weeks, and Emily’s condition improved. The emotional ups and downs Maria experienced were a test to her strength and compassion.
In the end, Emily’s recovery highlighted the resilience of both patient and doctor. Maria learned that overcoming challenges wasn’t just about skill but also about the emotins and connections that keep us focused.
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