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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

After I take ACC 221 and ACC 222, this semester I decide to take ACC 321. The name of the class is intermediate financial accounting. Before I took the class, I heard the class is the most difficult class among accounting class because of there is a lot of materials to cover in very short time. There are around 15 chapters to cover in a semester so that we have to learn a chapter in a week because we have to use some classes to take the exams and quizzes. And if I want to learn this course well and get a good grade as what I did in ACC221 and ACC222. I will have to read the book, listen to the teacher carefully, do the quiz well, prepare for the exam well and finish all the homework online. It is very important to

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Children often repress memories from their childhood due to lack of will to remember or lack of wanting to remember. Tragedy or uncomfortable childhoods help cause children to forget what has happened to them. Growing up, I didn’t have the best childhood and often struggle with recalling any details from it. Now being grown up, the only thing I am certain that I remember is going to school, my teacher’s names, and things that I did at school. School was a place where I went to escape my home life. If someone were to ask me how to define my school experience it would be: Safe-haven. When I was at school, I was so absorbed in learning that all I could focus on was my education. After school, I would come home and play “school” with my brothers with reverse roles. I would be their teacher and they would be my students. I would explain and teach them in depth the things I had learned that day. The overall main reason that school was so enjoyable for me was because of the teachers. The teachers that I had in elementary school helped to instill my love for learning. They also helped me realize that I wanted to help kids such as they helped me. In addition, they gave me my dream. My dream has then be to become a teacher and help my students escape from whatever happens when they are not at school. I hope to have all my students in love with the learning process so therefore school can be their place of forget. They can come into my classroom and forget everything that is wrong with the rest of their life. As time passed and I am now a college student, my love for learning has continued to grow and has had me want to become the best teacher I can be. My ultimate goal and dream in life is to become an Elementary Education teacher that makes a difference to her students, whether that is making them feel safe, or helping them learn to love school.

Most people would agree that “practice makes perfect”. That goes for anything one does, including in an English class. Throughout the semester I have grown as a writer. There are still things that I could of course work on, and get better at. But, as of recently I have become a better writer than what I started out as. Concepts that I have learned I can continue to build off of to become a better writer. Which is something I hope to do. Going into English 1010 I knew there were things that I could be better at. Therefore, I came into class with an open mind. This class has taught me how to use certain skills to write a well written essay. By using the learning objectives exemplified in the class I was able to write multiple well written

You're posting is exactly what I had found my research online if the Uniform Commercial Code existed in all 50 states. It was interesting for me to go in to my current state website and look at some of the modifications that were done by our legislature. In this state the UCC is monitored by the Department of Financial Institutions in State Wisconsin.

A sliver of moonlight lessened the darkness, but not enough to safely guide our bus driver up the unpaved road of the mountaintops. The bus offered no seat belts and the mountains provided no railings for our protection. The lives of over 120 volunteers and health care providers rested in the hands of our bus driver and his unorthodox driving skills. Despite the harrowing experience, the medical team had arrived safely to Cao Bang, Vietnam. This remote province became our new home and the site in which we helped provide medical care to over 2,000 patients.

The Father, the son, and the Holy Spirit have been recited so fondly that nearly everyone can pinpoint where it is from. For me, religion was more of an obscure and abstract painting, but more my family members it was always so crystal clear especially for my mother. Prayer at the dinner table was for good health, and that the food would nourish the family so that everyone may be healthy and live long lives. I have known a general story of God, the creator and father of all things on this planet, and Jesus, his son who sacrificed himself for his father’s creations. We sing songs to worship and honor Jesus’ choice to prevent us from falling too deeply into the faults of our choices. For me, Jesus is always around us and not at all, he is a whisper in the wind that beckons me to come closer, but I stumble and lose my way. When I am lost in a sea of religious doubt or confusion, I look to my mother who is there light the way.

Grumpy Hughes Lane. Avery County, North Carolina. July 2017. Situated in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains lies a humble homestead with a paraplegic man and his lovely amicable wife. Their home, a dilapidated nineteen thirties fixer upper, was in desperate need of repair, especially on its exterior, so myself and other youth collaborated to make the Hughes family’s dream of a reliable and dependable home a reality.

We begin at an early age training our brain how to work in coordination with the rest of our body. Walking with one foot in front of the other, holding a fork and getting it from the plate to our mouth with the food still on it, all require training muscles to respond in a certain fashion. Then we progress and learn various other skills and facts that cause us to function in certain fashions. We learn what is deemed as right and wrong in society and then try to live within the norm. After much observation and study some of us, myself for one, believe that the sun comes up and goes down because that is how God made the world. That much I know to be true, but my understanding of how that works falls short. We try repeatedly to understand the things we know and yet we continue to search for clearer and sometimes even reasonable answers. How does our mind work? Do we know or do we understand? Turn left and you will go right, turn right and you will go left, said no one, until Destin Sandlin tried to ride a bike that worked backwards.

It was yet another dull day in my high school English IV class. I arrived on-time and placed my worn out, overused, school issued computer on my desk and began looking up the day’s assignments. Soon enough the teacher would begin to speak, but before he even began I was already sitting there with the feeling of annoyance. “A fifteen-page senior research project” the announcement read. “Fan-fucking-tastic,” I remember thinking to myself. Another complete waste of my precious time I could have used to work on my car, or finish the next level of the video game I had been so often enjoying. The teacher announced the usual, “No plagiarism, 12-point font, double spaced, MLA format” nothing we hadn’t ever heard before, but somehow always managed to require 30 minutes of my life to explain. “This ought to be easy,” I had thought to myself, ignoring the rest of the instructions given. Little did I know; this paper was going to change the very way I thought about life.

I have a lot of reasons why I have all of this anger built up inside of me and because I’m not a person who likes to talk about my problems I keep them to myself. With every day week month and year passing these problems grow bigger and bigger it doesn’t stop building until one day it explodes and there I am again in the principal's office being ask why.

Like many Catholics, I was welcomed into the faith shortly after I was born. My mother and father had me baptized at only four months of age. From then on, I was raised in a Catholic household. My faith was prevalent in my school life as well. I attended St. Bernard Catholic School from preschool to eighth grade. There were some parts about being Catholic that I really liked. I enjoyed the church songs we sang at mass and I loved having shorter classes on the days we said the Stations of the Cross. However, I wasn’t fond of being an altar server and I found no joy in having to wake up early on Sundays to go to mass. Though it was a part of my everyday life, Catholicism never really became part of my identity. I never took it upon myself to learn more about the church or strengthen my faith outside of school. I only really participated in Communion and confession and whatnot because it was what I was told and taught to do. Whenever I prayed, I felt more like I was speaking to the ceiling than to God. I hadn’t even considered that I could have my own set of beliefs until high school.

It was the start of another day and I was dreading getting out of my mom’s car and walking into my school. I would much rather be at home playing video games than being forced to do mundane work. For the majority of my life, I attended public schools. It wasn’t rare for me to fail a test or even a whole class. It was because of these failures that I would get even more demotivated and threw away the idea of working hard or completing quality work altogether.

Over the course of the last sixteen weeks, I have grown exponentially as a writer, an interpreter, and as a speaker. I have gained skills that will help me with the rest of my college career and eventually life. I have learned things about myself and the way I function that I did not understand before. Additionally, I have learned what my weaknesses are, and how I can improve them. From continuing my work in writing on connecting dots for my readers, to better honing my close reading skills, to finally being able to speak my thoughts aloud and with confidence, I will improve with time and a better understanding of how I function as a reader, writer, and speaker.