Discipus Reflection Paper

When I first decided to expand my education, it had been so long since I had been to school, and I was very hesitant. I talked at length about my decision with my husband and with his encouragement, decided to enroll but still was not quite sure which degree program to enroll in. I knew that this was something that I had always wanted to do since I obtained my Associates Degree in Nursing, but I did not have the courage, nor did I want to give up the time with my family and children. I second guessed my abilities and my knowledge because it had been so long since I had been in college. Now that my children are about to graduate high school and

Throughout the course of this semester, I have continuously grown as a writer. Prior to taking this course, I had little experience or knowledge when it came to writing. I used to struggle with forming my thoughts into writing, let alone a paper. I was never confident with what I wrote. My writing had no greater purpose other than the assignment. My writing process included: writing my paper, proofreading it, and turning it in. Once the paper left my hands, it also left my mind. Throughout this course we worked with others, visited the writing lab, wrote critiques, and we were able to revise our papers. I believe that all of this is has caused me to grow greatly as a writer.

The character Thomas from Sherman Alexie's “This is what it means to say Phoenix, Arizona” is expressed as a compassionate and friendly young man towards others while they won't be the same towards him. He recently finds out his old friend’s father recently passed away. Although Victor and Thomas had their dispute when they were teenagers he wants to help Victor so he won't travel alone in such a sorrow moment of his life.

Learning something new is something to strive for. However, are all the lessons we learn good ones? After all, there are two sides to every coin. A lot of the times it is easy to find the bad lessons learned but what about the good? Well, that takes a lot more thought. Ironically these were the thoughts running through my head that day, that dreadful day which is permanently burned into the back of my mind.

I can imagine that Thomas looked over at Peter and said, “Why should I believe anything that you have to say about Jesus? The last time his name came up, you were the one who said that you did not even know who he was. You weren’t telling the truth then, so how do I know that you are telling the truth now?” He could have looked around the room and said something similar to all of the other disciples. All of them had deserted Jesus. None of them stood by his side at the critical hour. Maybe Thomas did not believe what they said because he had no confidence in their

One of the first things that Thomas did that showed he could be the savior they have been waiting for, is when he ran into the Maze to save Minho and Alby. Minho found a dead Griever out in the Maze, and Alby wanted to go out to take a look at it, since they’ve never seen one dead. After a few hours of being in the Maze, they still weren’t back, and everyone was starting to worry they might not make it back. Thomas knew that the number one rule was that no one is allowed into the Maze at night. When he saw the doors closing, and realized that they boys wouldn’t make it back, he went against the rules, and ran into the Maze to save them. Thomas saw two boys who were in need of help, and didn’t think twice of risking his own life, to try and save theirs. When Thomas ran into the Maze to help, Minho had basically given up all hope. He said

Thomas mainly for my need for a challenge in my education though I didn't necessarily want it. Being stuck in a classroom with kids whose accent prevented them from knowing that here, hear, hair, and hare are not homophones, annoyed me to the fullest. School was too easy and when things get too easy for me, I stop caring. Homework didn’t count, at least not to me; the point was to improve my understanding of new information but that was just it: nothing was new. My horse was the tallest horse there was. I didn’t need them to test me; they knew that I knew the information long before they ‘taught’ it to me. Humility was definitely not a familiar concept to me and had not been for a while, at least when it came to

I was born and raised a Catholic throughout my whole life. My family wasn't die hard Catholics, but we went to church every Sunday. I went to catholic school until 9th grade when I switch to public school, more so because private school cost a lot and sports are better at public schools. Growing up as a catholic I didn't really know God, I just went through the motions, church was boring to me. I'd go to the restroom just to miss certain parts. I'd find myself skipping the boring parts of service. Really, growing up as a catholic was living by the laws God set for us, namely the Ten Commandments. Keep Holy the Sabbath, don't take His Name in vain, and don't steal, etc... Really I just lived my life without God meaning anything to me. Didn't care much about my future other than wanting to be a baseball player and have a beautiful family. Throughout my life I've learned things and learned from mistakes. I've always had a respect for women, elderly, but I always found myself judging others for who they were. Man have I changed... anyway let's not go off track! Going into high school it's still the same, going through the motions living life. I started to mess around and do ungodly things, but they didn't mean anything because it was 'just for fun', little did I know that would end up hurting me. I dated a girl named Audrey sophomore-junior on and off, eventually that broke away. Then middle of senior year decided I was going to take a break from girls and 'find myself'

There are three things that I learned from the presentation last Thursday a) victim blaming, b) setting boundaries, and c) having consent before doing anything. Although these lessons came from the Title IX presentation, I could use them personally as guidelines on how I can be successful in life.

There are seven official sacraments in the Catholic Church, but actually, there are an unlimited number of sacraments in the universe. The love of God is not limited to the seven official sacraments. The love of God is infinite, and He can show it to us anyway he chooses. Over the course of my life, God has revealed himself to me during my travels. During the summer of 2016, I had the opportunity to travel to Costa Rica with my mother, and my grandmother was able to join us as well. We went on a tour, with about two dozen strangers. A few native Costa Ricans guided us through the country. We were able to interact with new people, see the wildlife, and explore the country. This is what life is about, traveling to new places, meeting new people, exploring other cultures. We could not have gone on such an amazing trip if God had not allowed us to do so. It was truly a blessing. God was present in all of the trees, the animals, the rivers and oceans, and all of the people. I remember going ziplining on that trip. It was the longest zipline in the country, one line was over half a mile long. It was high in the mountains, you could go very fast, and you could see for miles. You could even see the ocean, even though we weren’t near the coast. I was very high up, and the wind in my face was

By the time the world considered me to be an adult, I had an unshakable competitive spirit traceable back to as early as my junior high school days, if not before.

Now that I’m in college my mindset hasn’t changed much from high school. It’s still family, wealth, music and a happy life. I always was very level headed so no one is ever really worried about if I make the right or wrong choice. Actually, this is an even better platform form me to work on getting myself involved in more. I mean ever since I was young I would find do the right thing and find the best option for myself at the time. Just like everyone else I had to overcome roadblocks and still do. I think things thoroughly to make sure that my plans don’t affect my family, friends and future.

Rationale: For my topic, I would love to read novels that involve the complexities of interpersonal relationships within a family unit. Personally, I enjoy reading novels that incorporate passionate intimacy, scandalous betrayal, and thrilling suspense, and I feel as though the relationships between characters in novels truly captures the raw drama that humans are somewhat grossly addicted to. Additionally, I find it interesting how love, whether it is accepted, rejected, or reciprocated, can often times greatly influence the thoughts and actions of a person. Occasionally, and in a twisted sense, love has the potential to alter one's personality and identity. Rather than focusing on love as an intense feeling of endearment (or in some cases desperation when the love is lacking) felt between two individuals, I want to read about the love that extends beyond intimate relationships; I want to read about the love that is either concretely present or evidently absent among family members, because love can ultimately make or break family dynamics.

They enveloped me like the saltwater of the ocean, the words sporadically dragging me down. I had always excelled at math and science; however, when it came to writing, especially about myself, I was an ordinary student. I hoped that at some point, spontaneously, my ability to write would be revamped to match my skills in problem-solving. Unfortunately, that point never came, and I had to learn how to substitute many of the words I used with larger, more descriptive words. Even so, my struggle with writing persisted, and the assignments continued to pour in. Eventually, I discovered that my conflict with essays and other compositions was due, in part, to my displeasure of writing about myself and my experiences. My aversion to writing has always been natural. Although, I learned that this abhorrence is reduced when I focus on a topic that interests me or when I control my writing’s development and outcome. The only type of writing that I had ever produced in school was the overly structured essays that were focused on me/myself. I assumed that no other approaches existed; however, I eventually discovered which elements of the writing process that were the roots of my displeasure.

Every experience, every interaction, and every conversation I have shaped me into who I am today. My family, friends, education and religion have all influenced my life. I grew up in a Christian home, went to a private Christian school and all my friends were either from my school or church. In high school, I switched to a public school, made new friends and was exposed to a whole new culture. Finally, I ended up at Stetson University, a whole new town, new friends and a chance to make my own path of life.