Describe Your First Impressions Of Your Field Site

As a child, our home was a place anyone was welcomed in, thus as the saying goes, “Mi casa es su casa.” While my parents were married, we lived in a one story blue colored house with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 3 living rooms, 1 dining room, an attic, garage, porch, pool and backyard. Upon entry into the house from the front door you stared into a long hallway. Immediately to the left was 1 of 3 living rooms, where we occasionally ate Dominos thin crust pizza in the late hours of the day and watched TV and movies as a family. We had a 7-piece oak entertainment center with a built in aquarium, where we kept Ceaser our

Waves of people arrived with arms full of canned foods; I was simply amazed at the altruism and benevolence those people possessed. The groups of people formed a semicircle and the same coordinator who I was first introduced to earlier began speaking about the event. She proclaimed that the purpose of the event hosted today was to not only provide assistance to those in need today but for many years to come. She continued by giving her countless thanks to the groups who gave a helping hand and donated their time to the Jubilee Center, as well as the event. As I looked across the crowd of people, I noticed that there were some who were very young, some still in elementary school and others who appeared wise and sagacious. Despite the difference in age, there was one thing that grouped all the people there in common: they all shared a passion to support those in

My volunteer background at Oakdale Elementary School and Backus Hospital has provided me with many skills and the understanding of dealing with different personalities. As a volunteer at Oakdale Elementary School I was responsible for managing and assisting the teacher with a third grade class. During my experience at Oakdale Elementary school, I learned

I stared at the rough wall of our new “home.” Since I was stuck in an internment camp, there was no way my summer -and maybe the rest of my life- was going to be enjoyable. The torrid camp was hot and dry, There were more people than the overcrowded barrack could fit. Each barrack held row upon row of cots.

It smells like old people. The whole floor reeked like smelly diapers. I was dressed in my dark blue scrubs with my brand new Nike running shoes, ready to take on my ten-hour shift. Most teenagers think volunteering looks so good on their high school resumes for colleges, however, in reality, it means absolutely nothing. There was a nice looking volunteer standing at the nurses desk. She was dressed in khakis and a bright blue shirt. I went over and greeted her. She then smiled and said, “hi, I am a new volunteer and I just started today. How are you?” She automatically seemed like she had an outgoing personality. I wish we had more volunteers like her, those who genuinely love to be here instead of just coming for the hours.

Before, this house, I participated in helping others; because I simply enjoyed it. It felt good to help, but working at Virginia’s house, taught me that I cannot do this for my own pleasure, but because it is the right thing to do. If I do not, they will continue to live in a home that is not safe, warm, nor dry. The effect of experiencing this created a profound impact, in such a way that it changed who I am, and how I live my life. I will never forget Virginia Banks, nor the horrid conditions of her home. Why did she and her home cause such a profound impact upon what I thought I knew about myself. The dangerous condition of the home was not the only factor that lead me to learn something new about myself. Virginia lacked the ability to financially, physically, and mentally better her own life. She did not even truly understand that her home could catch on fire and kill her in the middle of the night. I realized that if I did not help her, she would continue to live in a dangerous

I was much more interested to come back to the soup kitchen and meet my fellow volunteers again. The same people weren’t there though, instead there was a whole new brand of volunteers who were all female. Interested about what their decision was for coming here I asked the group of volunteer. Each person responded by saying that they were from St John’s and doing this service for DNY. Some said more and talked about how that they wanted to help the poor in any way they could. I then asked these volunteers why they believe that they must help the poor. They explained that poor people need our help in order to help them over this stage in their life. It was very interesting to not hear a word about the cause or reason behind

After looking through all the possible places to volunteer I chose Tabitha Healthcare Services because I have many years of experience working with children and felt since in my future career I'll be working the elderly it would be beneficial to do that now. I am excited about working within the Tabitha organization and my first choice is to volunteer for Meals on Wheels. I love spending time with elderly people and hope I'm able to bring them a little bit of sunshine with their meal each day. The decision of where to volunteer was not a difficult one for me since I have experience working with children already I thought it would be a good decesion to work with a different

We had lost our sense of generosity and we were filled with bitterness and anger. But there was still a job that needed to be done so we couldn’t let our emotions get the best of us. Our next and final home was on Holton Street. As the minutes passed on our way to the next home I hoped that this experience would be different. As we neared our destinations the quality of the homes was deteriorating. Shoes hanging on power lines (usually a sign pf gang presence or drug trading), trash all over the sidewalks, and sadly seeing a family of 3 in nothing but T-Shirt and shorts sitting outside on a bench in below freezing temperature. Seeing all these I had a feeling that the area we were entering wasn’t only poor, but unsafe. We arrived to the home and knocked on the door. A boy no older than 14 answered the door and an enormous grin appeared on his face. Boom. This is exactly the type of reaction we loved. This home was in abysmal condition. There were holes in the wall. floorboards were creaking at every step, and there were cobwebs seemingly in every corner of the kitchen. As we placed the food on the counter we noticed that the mother was watching us from the living room. She came out to meet us and to our shock, she was in a wheelchair. “My God mam, are you okay? How did this happen?” said amo. In a very heavy English accent she replied, “Car accident.” In the corner of my eye I also spotted two toddlers sitting in a crib. How is this woman

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The tiny duplex was unfurnished, however, acting as our sponsor, the Menlo Park Presbyterian Church donated most of the furniture we needed, albeit secondhand, we were ever so grateful for the maroon mohair sofa, dining set, walnut credenza and bookcase and the basic kitchenware they delivered. In addition to the blue metal bunk beds Mom bought for Ellen and me and the two twin beds for her and Oma, we had everything our hearts desired. Elated to be on her own, for the first time in her life, Evie felt as if she was the head of her household.

One year ago I joined “Good neighbors” (NGO) a major goal of which was rendering assistance and encouraging to the children from low-income families in our country, as well as in many other countries. I have been helping to implement the very first project by filling out questionnaires of children and other tasks of the employees of the organization that had to be done. I was fortunate to be involved in a noble cause in it. While I was working in this organization, I obtained unforgettable experience. “Good Neighbors” made me feel amenable and responsible for little children which needed our help. The volunteer experience revealed my feelings to the children, which have become like siblings to me. A selfless and free aid to people, especially to the children, is a great matter. I understood that everything we did was for the benefit of children. Even if I do not have enough forces and opportunities to make the world better for everyone, I am realistic about my forces and capabilities and I strive to make this world better for specific

Basically, I had to sign “do more” repeatedly to them because that’s the best way to make them clean as much as possible. We swept and mopped the floor, made their beds, wiped their windows and did their laundry. With one participant, I had to do the hand over hand method because she lacks hand mobility and strength. In the afternoon, we went to Western Development Museum to walk around and look at artifacts. On the next day, we went to Michael’s and bought a tie dye kit for the art project I had planned on doing with the participants later on my fourth week of practicum. The day after that, we had staff meeting where we talked about the participants’ physical and behavioral changes over the past month. The medication system on the computer were also updated and new sections were added that’s why the whole meeting lasted for three hours. During that three hour period, I had to watch over two participants while they eat dinner at the same time. That’s when I also got to do peri-care on both participants and change their depends on my own. On the last day of my third week, I worked a 5-12 pm shift. That evening, I went to Elmwood Lodge with an I.V and a participant to attend the “Dance Night.” We got to dance with different participants from different group homes. Later that night, I worked with a different I.V who works night shifts regularly. From there I learned about the participants’ night

The sound of car engines and yelling reached my ears as my family and I walked down the littered New York streets. As we turned a corner, the smell of street food filled my nose. Tall buildings reached farther than anyone could have ever imagined, and inside were people working until the early hours of the morning. When night fell, the college students were out clubbing and going to rowdy bars. Whereas my family and I were inside my grandma and grandpa’s small, old house taking care of them. The rickety floorboards creaked when I went to get food for my grandpa. He was old and frail; he needed someone to help him get up and walk. I was thinking about what would happen to him later on, but I shook that thought out of my mind. I did not want to think about the future. In the family room, I overheard a conversation that my parents were having with my grandma.

My grandmother’s house has a very special place in my heart. As the family has gotten older and we have all had our own children we do not visit as we should. I visited with my grandmother many times when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the back door of her house you would notice a long, narrow kitchen that led into the main living and dining room of her house. The smell of food home cooked food was quite evident. Grandmother cooked every day and always cooked big meals on holidays for the family.