As I nervously made my way through the bustling campus of the PIU on my first day as a freshman, my heart was pounding in my chest. I had always dreamed of attending this prestigious university, and now that I was finally here, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Everywhere I looked, I saw confident and self-assured students chatting and laughing as they went about their business. I felt like a fish out of water, unsure of how to fit in. I had always been a bit of a loner, preferring the company of books to that of people. But now, I knew that I would have to make an effort to connect with others if I wanted to succeed at PIU.
My first class was in Pharmacology, and I arrived at the lecture hall early, eager to find my seat. As I scanned the room, I noticed a group of students huddled together in the back, whispering and giggling. Jealousy crept over me as I realized that they already knew each other. But then something unexpected happened. The professor walked in and called out my name.
I looked up in confusion, wondering why he was addressing me specifically. But then he explained that he had noticed my exceptional memory during his office hours last week, and he wanted me to introduce myself to the class
"Can you introduce yourself to the class?" My prof asked kindly, my answer was only a nod I was taken aback by this unexpected honor, but I quickly composed myself and stood up to address the class.
"My name is Aurora Eleanor" I answered simply, i could feel the eyes of my classmates on me, and for a moment, I felt a glimmer of confidence that I hadn't felt in a long time.
"That's it?" my prof asked before I sat in my seat, I just nodded again. Professor Rodriguez cleared his throat and addressed the class.
"Good afternoon, everyone. Today, we'll be discussing the latest developments in personalized medicine. As you all know, personalized medicine is a rapidly evolving field that aims to provide tailored drug therapy based on an individual's unique genetic makeup and other factors"
"To start our discussion, let's consider this question: What are the latest developments in personalized medicine, and how are pharmacologists using genetic testing and other technologies to tailor drug therapy to individual patients' unique needs and responses?" The prof stopped speaking for a moment and looked around the entire classroom.
"Before I start, I just want to ask if you know anything about my subject," he said "How are pharmacologists using genetic testing to personalize drug therapy for individual patients?" he added to what he said while still looking around the whole class.
The earlier whispers disappeared and suddenly the whole classroom became silent. He was still rolling his eyes and waiting for a student to answer his question.
"Anyone who can answer my question?"
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should raise my hand. But something about the way the professor looked at us, as if waiting for someone to save him from this awkward silence, made me feel like I had to try.
"Um, yes, Professor," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Professor, genetic testing can help pharmacologists identify specific variations in a patient's DNA that may affect how they metabolize certain drugs. By understanding these variations, doctors can tailor drug therapy to each individual patient's unique genetic makeup, which can improve efficacy and reduce the risk of adverse side effects." my answer
"Pharmacologists are using genetic testing to identify specific variations in genes that affect how an individual metabolizes drugs. This information can be used to predict how a patient will respond to a particular medication and to adjust the dosage accordingly, reducing the risk of adverse side effects and improving treatment outcomes." i added.
The professor's eyes widened as he looked at me, nodding slowly. "Excellent," he said. "That's exactly what I was looking for. Thank you."
The professor nodded approvingly, and I felt a surge of pride. It was a simple explanation, but it seemed to satisfy him. He moved on to the next topic, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just made a good impression.
As the lecture continued, I found myself paying closer attention and taking more detailed notes, eager to learn more about this fascinating field of pharmacology. And I knew that, thanks to my newfound courage and determination, I would be able to excel in this class and beyond.
As the sun began to set, I let out a deep sigh and closed my textbook with a satisfying thud. I leaned back in my chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over me. Today had been a good day, and I knew it.
I had spent the entire afternoon poring over lecture notes and textbooks, determined to fully understand the complex concepts presented in my classes. It wasn't easy - the course was notoriously difficult - but I was determined to succeed.
As I looked back on the day, I couldn't help but smile. I had been able to answer every question my professors had thrown at me during class, something that had eluded me in the past. It was a small victory, but one that filled me with pride.
I knew that success in this course would not come easily. It would require countless hours of study and practice, but I was up for the challenge. I had always been a hard worker, and I refused to let this course defeat me.
As I gathered my things and headed out of the classroom, I felt a renewed sense of determination. I knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, but I was ready to face them head-on, I grew more confident in my abilities, and I knew that I would eventually emerge victorious.
As I walked out into the fading light of the evening sky, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hopefulness for what lay ahead. This course may be tough, but I am tougher, I grew more and more convinced that I could succeed where others had failed.As I nervously made my way through the bustling campus of the PIU on my first day as a freshman, my heart was pounding in my chest. I had always dreamed of attending this prestigious university, and now that I was finally here, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.
As the sun began to set, I let out a deep sigh and closed my textbook with a satisfying thud. I leaned back in my chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over me. Today had been a good day, and I knew it.
I had spent the entire afternoon poring over lecture notes and textbooks, determined to fully understand the complex concepts presented in my classes. It wasn't easy - the course was notoriously difficult - but I was determined to succeed.
As I looked back on the day, I couldn't help but smile. I had been able to answer every question my professors had thrown at me during class, something that had eluded me in the past. It was a small victory, but one that filled me with pride.
I knew that success in this course would not come easily. It would require countless hours of study and practice, but I was up for the challenge. I had always been a hard worker, and I refused to let this course defeat me.
As I gathered my things and headed out of the classroom, I felt a renewed sense of determination. I knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, but I was ready to face them head-on, I grew more confident in my abilities, and I knew that I would eventually emerge victorious.
As I walked out into the fading light of the evening sky, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hopefulness for what lay ahead. This course may be tough, but I am tougher, I grew more and more convinced that I could succeed where others had failed