Body Of Work: Finding The Thread That Ties Your Story Together By Pamela Slim

Imagine being at the peak of your high school career, personally, academically, and athletically. For me, that was my sophomore year. I was selected to be on the homecoming court, I won a free class ring, and a free corsage and boutonniere for prom. I was on my way to a 4.0 grade point average. I was pulled up to Varsity basketball, I became the 100 meter hurdle regional champion, and I qualified for two events at the Division 4 State meet for track and field. In one split second, a clip of a hurdle, that was over. My first race of the day was the preliminary 100 meter hurdles. Once the race started, I was calm, focused, and determined. I was starting to make my way up to the front of the pack when I clipped my trail leg on the eighth hurdle.

Throughout the course of our lives, we must collaborate with people who may have completely different upbringings and have vastly different belief systems than what we may hold ourselves. One scenario in my life in which I had to collaborate with someone different than me was when I had to work with an overly aggressive football player who was a year younger. He started on the freshmen team but soon became the starting quarterback of the varsity team when he was a sophomore. I was on the JV team and was the backup quarterback both my junior and sophomore year. We came from different social groups, and I worried that we would not get along on or off of the field.

Around two or three years ago my family and I had to move houses. Moving was sudden and we didn't know it was going to happen. This made moving out and into the other house a lot harder. Since we were moving so fast somethings we just decided to leave behind with the person that was still living there. We got most things with us but one thing that we did leave back in the old place was our living room tv. Since we had just moved and my family isn't rich my mom said we couldn't go get a new one for some time. This sucked because I used the tv a lot for watching show, movies, and playing games just like the rest of my family did. Having a tv wasn't something we needed at all but it was always something to do when you were bored and there was no other things to do. Another big thing was my grandma had just gotten us a new playstation 3 and now we weren't able to used it at all because there was no television. Not having a tv was bummer for me and I thought it was a huge problem when it really wasn’t.

My current job is an ABA therapist for the school district. Last week, one of the children on my case load was having a lot of behavior issues in the classroom. In order to help shape his behaviors, a collaboration took place. The classroom teacher, the lead therapist, the autism specialist, another line therapist and myself brainstormed possible strategies to put in place. We all had to observe the behaviors and try to determine the antecedent. From there, we sat down as a team to decide what behaviors we wanted to target first and what strategies we would use. We have all begun to put the strategies into place and we are seeing significant improvement in some of the behaviors. We have all taken turns in dealing

Moving, for many people, can be a difficult process. A lot of the time kids have to switch schools and deal with the challenge of making new friends and getting used to everything new. Since my parents divorced when I was five years old, I can remember living in many different homes. My mother would rent out a place, live there for a few months, then meet a new guy and move on. For years, I hoped to myself that my mom and dad would get back together, like Nick and Elizabeth Parker from “The Parent Trap.” I knew, however, deep down that such a thing just couldn’t happen. My four siblings and I were dragged along, forced to go with the flow and adapt as quickly as possible. Up till she married her second husband, Tony. As young as I was,

My first example of one of my peices of work is my Garage Sale flyer. I choes this as one of my examples because it demonstates my understandings of our unit all about creating flyers,business cards etc… The strongest aspects of this peice of work is the way I have all the information needed in an organized way. It does not look super cluttered. I think i could always work on something with any peice of work i do. With this peice i think i could work on my spelling and puncuation. Some of the skills i use to create this peice were; Change the backround, Bordes and accents, Text and

Many people have left legacies from when they were alive. Some are good, and some are bad. Those people may not agree with what they have left behind, and some may be perfectly okay with theirs. For me, I would like to leave behind a legacy that shows my family that I was a good person. I would want them to know that I had good intentions for my life and that I wanted to do good for myself and others. In this essay, I will explain what I would like my legacy to be like.

This day was busy, but I was able to help out more by checking patients in and checking them out this time around. Felt a lot more comfortable with the system and interacting with the clients and their pets. This was my last day working in the front, I enjoyed working with Leonore and the rest of the staff in the front but, I am very excited to work in the back to get hands on experience working with the technician’s and the doctor’s.

In this era when collaboration is vital to succeed as a scientist, I have active collaborations with Emory University School of Medicine and Texas Tech Paul Foster School of Medicine. I actively participate in departmental and college-wide services, as well as professional organizations and scholarly journals. I sought as an advisor and consultant on scientific and technological programs and problems, which extend well beyond my area of specialty. These experiences demonstrate that I have the skill in providing scientific advice, collaboration, and consultation.

I have learnt many skills helping me day with work pouring concrete and laboring for block layers. First let me give you a little background. My dad was worked as a bricklayer since he was sixteen. He has done the same type of work for most of his life, and that's where I come in. My first job was in the summer of 2012 My dad asked me if I wanted to go along and help him with a side job he had going. I said sure and we headed out around nine o'clock. Our first job was to replace a concrete pad and stairs for this house that was up for sale. We had to set up forms for the concrete, and pour it. I learned how to oil up forms so the concrete didn't stick.

As I worked there longer I met someone who suddenly assumed we were best buds. He would constantly want to hang out at work, but he was one of those take it too far people. In this job we worked with box cutters and would play around with his like a real knife thinking it was funny. One day I had enough and this guy and he said something that just made me want to knock him out. That little cricket on my shoulder always told me don’t do it man. You need this job more than his face needs your fist and thank goodness I was able to walk away.

So, imagine a stocky six foot black man who had a shiny bold head. Alright, now make that same man a veteran and a drill sergeant. Now give that man a raspy voice and an almost permanently

One of the most memorable experiences of collaboration for me was when I was working on a statistics group project in which we had to gather data for. However, obtaining the data for our project turned out to be a much larger obstacle than we had initially anticipated. When it got to the night before we had to present our findings to the class, we still had only just a couple of data points, and as a result, an inconclusive analysis of the trends shown by our data. Frustrated and stressing out, I was at a loss for what to do and sympathized deeply with those phone survey callers dialing your home phone to collect data only to be hung up on. After a long hour of deliberation and an existential life crisis, I finally approached my group in a

It’s pitch black, no one can see anything, when all of a sudden one bright spot light glistens brighter than the sun. There I am standing right under it, it’s my time to shine, and show my team that I am willing to put forth my best effort and bring us all to victory. I am competing in one of the most intense sports there is to play, dance. As a matter of fact, dance is the one thing that takes me out of my real life and puts me into a fantasy.

I think I went through this latest challenge because I likely took on too much work, in such a short period of time. During this time as I was getting more and more stressed out, I isolate myself and stay inside my head. I stopped communicating with my parents about my feelings. This always seems to be one of the first things I do, when I start struggling in a situation; stop talking to my support system. However, after a week of feeling this way and my mom prodding me into opening up to her (because she could tell something was wrong), I finally picked up the phone and called.