Crucible Reflection Paper

I have always enjoyed telling stories, it was just quite difficult for me to express my ideas well. I took this class in the hopes I could form a well written, organized paper. Expository writing has taught me my different strengths and weaknesses and how to use them accordingly. My writing skills have improved and changed drastically since the beginning of the semester. I learned to eliminate wordiness, to add detailed analysis, and improve grammar skills. This has made a significant difference in my writing abilities, preparing me for my future in college.

happen the next day and I was constantly worrying about things I had no control over. I never took to time to really appreciate the day. When my dad first introduced me to the song “Tomorrow” by Unspoken, I didn't get the full message. But as I listened to the song more and more I came to realize how significantly this relates to my life. The song taught me how to focus on today, not worry about the future and let God take care of me.

Since I was 12-years-old, my dad drilled the following three rules into my head: boys are dumb, drugs are bad, and stay out of bars- regarding both jail and alcohol. I did not know it at the time, but I should have abided by my dad’s “rules”. When I started my freshman year of high school, the first rule was incredibly hard to listen to. Though I had never been in a real relationship until the end of my junior year, I went through my fair share of douche bag “flings” up until that point. These flings taught me what not to look for in a man, because each resulted in me feeling really awful about myself. So awful that I did not know how I could go on some days. But, I would not be where I am today without those douche bags. They dropped me onto the path of another soul who was just as lost as I was.

John Mason once said, “You were born an original. Don’t die a copy.” Through these last few years at Marion Local High School I realized how similar everyone is. There are sixty-six people in my graduating class. Most are in three sports and are involved with church. I, however, am different. My focus is not on how well we play at a football game, but how much I can learn. Also new challenges that I can overcome. Within my community I try to be as different as possible, but is quite hard when there not many activities that not half of my class is already doing. And try as I might, sometimes I fail, but everyone does sometimes. However, I stand back up and try and try again.

Growing up, I attended Westmount Public School. This was until about grade 6 when there were some issues throughout my peer group, I decided it would be best to get a fresh start and transfer schools to Adam Scott in grade 7. Even though I could’ve stuck it out at Westmount, learning my way around the school and creating relationships seemed like an advantage as opposed to waiting until grade 9 like the majority of my classmates this year. With saying so, I was right! Three years into the future, and I am nearly finished my first year of highschool, and it was a lot easier than I thought. Since I didn’t have physical education first semester, I had heard rumors from a lot of my friends that made it seem like I wouldn’t end up leaving the class unless it was to a graveyard, which made me worried that I would come out every day more tired than I had come in before. Thankfully, I was proven wrong. This year’s physical education class gave me a challenge every morning I came in, weather it be learning a brand new sport or building onto my skills for something I was familiar with. Instead of coming out more tired, I found myself coming into my next three classes more focused and prepared to learn.

Have you ever found yourself inclined to do someone else’s job even though you lacked the appropriate qualifications to administer in the situation, or have the odds ever forced you to assume a position where you were underqualified, but you followed the leading of your innate nature? Ever since my sports-infiltrated, adolescent years, I have always been engrossed with helping those who incurred limb-related injuries. As a kid, I often found myself being sternly dismissed from scenes of sports-related injuries for posing as a professional. I would attempt to counsel others on injury-prevention methods; I would quickly run to a person who experienced a turned ankle; and I would help a person suffering from a leg cramp that caused painful contractions in the hamstrings by bringing the leg into extension. However, it was a combination of my improper tackling form and weak quadricep muscles during my high school, sophomore football career, did I find myself in an indisposed position, being informed about my rehabilitative process that I would have to undertake for my torn anterior cruciate ligament.

Over the first semester of my college career, I have written four papers in my General Studies Writing Class. The class started out with a Literacy Narrative, where I wrote about my past writing, and how I have improved throughout high school. The next paper was a book evaluation. It was over Hillbilly Elegy, by J.D. Vance. It was the common read for the incoming freshman this year at Bowling Green State University, so it was a book everyone in our class had been exposed to before hand. The next two dealt with education, both public and higher. We analyzed what the “point” of education is, and also whether liberal arts education was better than job training schools. These four papers are unlike most that I had written in high school, so it challenged me to think more critically and challenge many of my own opinions. It has given me a new perspective of many ideas, and even writing in general.

Could you imagine a world where everyone was the exact same? “The year was 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren’t only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way” (Vonnegut, 38). The 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments have been passed, and everyone is officially equal. Everyone is absolutely average and we all have similar lives. It is quite boring if you ask me. I am sure if you had the same old routine every day, you would get sick of it too. There isn’t any diversity and I can’t do anything about it or else it is “two years in prison and two thousand dollars fine”(Vonnegut, 40).

Our whole life is based upon the choices we make. These choices are crucial parts of who we are and how we live, but a big part of decision-making is your outlook on life. Your mentality plays a big role in how you dissect your decisions. Meaning that if you’re feeling down it’s likely to make cheerless choices, but if you’re feeling happy your decisions are in all likelihood found to be euphoric. Our mentality can take us to experience things we never believed possible. When it comes to fate I believe that because of my very own experiences our fate can be changed by changing our outlook on life.

My parents both grew up in small villages in India and worked hard to earn a living for their family once they immigrated to Canada. My younger brother and I always saw the struggles that they had to go through and we both respected the work and sacrifices that they made for us. My father for the longest time worked as a head chef in a Greek restaurant. He would always tell us stories about how he was the only South Asian chef in the kitchen and had to quickly learn how to make Greek dishes and new recipes all alone. As a new immigrant to Canada and as someone who was in a new cultural environment, he had to overcome many barriers and challenges. Aside from recipes, my father had to learn a new language and Greek customs and traditions which were very important in the small family owned restaurant. He was able to adapt and turn his difficult experience into a positive one through persistence and determination. He is now able to speak Greek fluently and make amazing Greek dishes!

During this lesson, the students will be focusing on building their emotional intelligence. The students will learn about the concept of perseverance and will work on their empathy and interpersonal skills. My hope is that the students are able to start thinking and building on personal strategies pertaining to these concepts so that they will be able to use these strategies throughout their daily lives. I want the students to understand importance of expressing their emotions, working together, and never giving up. During this unit, I would like to explore how the impact of integrating dramatic activities will help students to form a deeper understanding of the concepts being discussed in the lesson. In addition, I am interested to see the effect that implementing the art of drama has on the students and the way that they view not only themselves, but also the community as a whole. Through the use of dramatic activities such as covering the space, tableaux’s, total physical response, two corners and role-playing the students will be able to look at the story from different perspectives, express their emotions as well as learn more about their peers’ thoughts on the subject matter. These activities will also encourage the students to think deeply and use their background knowledge to form connections between the story, characters and their own lives. Throughout this process the students will be actively involved and engaged, which will help them to fully comprehend the

I started my life in San Salvador, El Salvador and lived in Zacatecoluca with my parents. They decided that the murder capital of the world was not the best place to raise their first child; therefore, they did what any other parent would, immigrate to a better place. While I was 18 months old, my family immigrated to the United States in New York, and we lived with my cousins. After a few months, my parents decided to become more independent and moved out of my cousins house and rented a basement of an Arab family. During this time, my father worked two full time jobs to provide for my mother and me. I cannot even imagine how challenging that must have been. However, after 6 months, my parents decided New York was not the best fit, so we moved to North Carolina with my other cousins. Lived with my cousins for a few months, and then we finally found a place to call home in Raleigh, North Carolina. I only came to find about my immigration status through a conversation I had with my parents when I was about to enter middle school. Furthermore, trying to constantly suppress my family’s immigration history when it came up in certain friendly conversations, prevented me from making close friends in middle school. If I got too close to my friends, I feared that I would reveal my status, and then I would be seen or treated differently because of the prejudice that revolves around undocumented individuals. I feared the misconception so much, I was dishonest about my status in my

It has been a challenge to balance all the areas of my life since I became an online student. Each day, I struggle to balance my full-time job, my personal life, and my schoolwork. I work as a supervisor’ Aid at parkland Hospital. Monday through Friday, I leave at 8:00pm to make the hour and ten minute commute from my home so I can be on time. My job is multifaceted. I over bed tracking while make room intake for their patients, nursery, L&D recovery, and L&D delivery. Most of my job, though, is focused on administrative duties. With all these responsibilities, my work day is a full, and I often don’t have time to take a break before it is 6:30am and I begin my commute home. Even though my workday responsibilities are done, my weekday responsibilities often make me feel as though my day has barely started. I have two teenaged son 13and 15, so I spend much of my morning getting out to school, dispensing advice, helping with pick out clothes , and occasionally providing a shoulder to cry on. Our dogs, cheese, poppy, Daisy also needs attention. I start my dinner early so that I can rest for work every night the whole family by 7 PM, after cooking I am responsible for cleaning the house. As if this weren’t enough, I am responsible, I pay bills, and I must also complete my coursework. Though I like my job, I would like to help animals, and I love helping people. So, I enrolled in Penn Foster’s Veterinary Technician program. I find it very hard to complete schoolwork and my other

After struggling through a tedious, fourteen-year battle of demanding instructors, cruel girls, inedible lunches, and grueling assignments, I thought that my journey of receiving an education was finally over. While participating in my high school graduation in May 2017, I remember thinking that I finally accomplished my goals and finished learning. Soon after graduation, I realized that I had to begin a new journey and was in turn, infuriated. I mean, what is the point of a “graduation” if a person just has to continue pursuing an education for usually at least four more years? If you ask me, that sounds more like a bogus celebration to make people think that they are done with school when they are actually not even close. Anyways, to get to the point, I finally thought I defeated education, but in truth, education came back swinging and then proceeded to drive me out of my hometown into something awful known as college. Once driven out of my home, I found myself in Montgomery, Alabama, which is where I have spent the past three months. Over these past few months, I have been through one of the most challenging journeys of my life. From intense battles of stress to the lovesick Kydo, the purple-headed monster, and the evil serpent, I have faced many trials. Despite these struggles that I have endured, I have somehow remained strong and am still alive today to tell many of my experiences. Thus, I have decided to put the journey of my first semester of college into writing

I’ve always thought that older brothers/sisters were invincible,that nothing could defect your superhero the person that has always been a role model. That nothing will hurt or even bother your role model. Hard to think that one moment can drastically alter everything that made your superhero super, that one moment can rock your world and everyone in your world. To come to the realization that the world is full of people that marauder. My Crucible isn’t something that happened to me but it affected me personally, changed the way I saw the world that no one is safe from the cruel cold grip that is reality and life. My brother Elvis Tabora strong minded, a good hearted individual but most importantly always had enough mettle to face any problems with two fist in the air. I have never not even once saw him broken, defected or even sad. He was the definition of a Big Brother but that unfortunately did happen. On April 1 2017, April fools the day no one is safe from mischief the day everyone’s insidious side comes out. I am always wiry on that day never could be to safe.I was getting changed to go out, until I was stopped by my mom she had a sad look in her eyes and her face seemed full of sadness I knew this was serious so I sat down she came in and sat down too. “ Christian” she said “Elvis just spoke to me through the phone, that Stephanie has died”. Stephanie was my brother’s girlfriend and I would guess his true love she was crazy in a good way, a very popular and