Immmersion Reflection Paper

On September 6, 2017, I were documented for an incident that involved a University Housing policy violation. I was charged with violating the University Housing Alcohol 1.2 policy. With my violation, came consequences. I met with The Residence Conduct Coordinator to discuss my actions and came to the conclusion that I would have to schedule a meeting with The Campus Alcohol and Drug Education Center (CADEC) and with that, a reflection paper.

While reflecting on what culture to choose for my cultural immersion project, I thought about the many different areas we have reviewed in this course. There were several groups/areas that would not apply to me simply because of my own family and my gender. I thought about my own cultural background and belief system and which area I was the least culturally knowledgeable. I wanted to learn something new and grow during the immersion process. During the course of this paper, I will be looking at some stereotypes (both negative and positive) about this particular culture, language differences between homosexual populations and heterosexual populations, my observations of the group and my thoughts on the cultural immersion experience. I chose the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Questioning (LGBTQ) community because, to the best of my knowledge, I do not have any family members of friends who identify with any of these categories. I have had coworkers or classmates that identify in this way, so I feel like I have always been tolerant, but I have never been close with anyone who is LGBTQ.

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It was a trip I thought would be the same as any other trip, fun and memorable, which Onion Creek was, but it was more, it was a walk into a new culture. Onion creek held an aspect in their lifestyle which my culture was lacking, I discovered my phone wasn’t needed throughout the weekend, only my outspoken personality, because that’s what Onion creek preserved, the love and compassion of one another’s company. This is why I couldn’t make into words what my thoughts were, it was too much to fathom, so I simply came out

So first week and second half of week two has gone great. When we did the game activity about identity, I was a little hesitant at first. I mean, who wouldn't. It was only the second day of class and we had to share something about our identity in

Learning about the LGBTQ population was an interesting experience for me. I have many family members as well as friends who identify as homosexual. Understanding the difficulties associated with being a homosexual are always so astounding to me. I realized during last week’s class, that, it must truly be difficult to be a minority and then on top of that be an out casted homosexual. I began to truly feel that there were so many disparities in this world and that if you do not fit in to a box within society, you are somehow not worthy. Many LGBTQ people are homeless, without support, and depressed. It is quite sad.

In this assignment, I will reflect upon an incident within the clinical practice involving a smoker patient . For the purpose of this assignment, Gibbs’ Reflective Cycle (1988) has been used to guide the reflection on the incident. The patient's name, in relation to confidentiality will not be used according to NMC confidentiality.

When I was a child, my mother enrolled me in weekly piano lessons. These classes were not relaxing; in fact, it was like school. There were weekly music theory quizzes and at the end of the year, I had to have songs memorized to play in front of a judge who would authorize my completion of the grade level. That annual experience was torture for me because I had horrible stage fright just to play in front of one kind elderly individual. To say I detested the classes was quite the understatement. My brothers adjusted easily and enjoyed learning a new craft. I, however, had complaints going to class, leaving class, and throughout the week. I had no passion for the music, but I had no choice but to force myself to learn. The semester before beginning college, I graduated from the piano program. Years of surface level learning and not really absorbing piano material had finally come to an end. I knew in my heart I would never touch a piano willingly ever again.

There are over 4,200 religions throughout the entire world but I grew up in a Christian home believing that God is the way, the truth, and the life. Christianity is a religion of grace and mercy, but many people struggle to believe in a transcendent figure that they cannot see. I was taught that all concepts in the Bible were valid through the Nazarene church; these beliefs are confirmed, in my opinion by the plenary theory of inspiration. This is what I grew up believing about the Bible.

Over the course of the semester, I have been fortunate enough to work with a student who is having difficulties when it comes to reading. My student does not have difficulties when it comes to hearing a word, but rather when he sees a word. My student has definitely benefited from one on one work with me as well as the additional help he’s getting from the reading specialist during their WIN (what I need) time. My student does not like to read because he knows that he is struggling and he is embarrassed about it. When my student goes to his WIN time, he does really well because the instruction is at his level and there are only two other students who are also on the same level there as well. Besides the current intervention, programs I would recommend are Direct Instruction: Reading Mastery, Letter Spacing, Wilson Reading System and the Lindamood program (LiPS).

We all make mistakes. We all do things that we would take back in a HEARTBEAT. We all look back on situations and all we feel is guilt, shame, and wonder what in the world came over us. I can attest to this. Growing up in a Christian home I always knew that God forgave my sins. Heck, He sent his Son down to die on the cross for every single sin that would be made for the rest of time. He forgave me when I said a cursed word. He forgave me when I said something rude to my brothers. And he forgave me when I didn’t clean my room when I had told my mom that I did. These were the “little” things that we all do as kids, but it’s not until we get older and do the “big” things that we begin to really question whether or not we should be forgiven. And the answer to this is no. We shouldn’t be forgiven. But the King of the Universe tells us YES. I just completed my first semester at Kansas State University and have begun to understand what independence and freedom feels like. These are the two things that every kid dreams of. As we near our college years, we cannot wait to hop in our car, drive to our new address, and begin our years of “no rules.” This is great and all, until you realize that freedom and independence are not all sunshine and butterflies. I took my first few weeks of freedom by the reigns and did some things that I would definitely take back in a heartbeat. I’ll admit there are a few instances where I felt, and still feel, guilt and shame and I wonder if God will

For most people, they learn how to improve their reading and writing skills in Elementary School easily. I am one of the few that had to put more effort to improve our reading and writing. Some also may say that one event was the only event that affected their writing styles to make them to what they are now. I believe it takes more than one event to define how we behave, write, or interact. It takes multiple events to help shape how we write, such as, having extra help from the school, having a teacher sit down and talk with you, or having parents put more effort towards you practicing.

Management 1050 is one of my favorite courses I have taken this year. I have been pushed by individuals, critical thinking, moral dilemmas, and more. I learned that situations are not black and white; society would greatly benefit from remembering such a truth. Through the ethical school of thought, and relating the most to Aristotle’s code of virtue, I learned that morals must be held in the highest esteem. While others may not always understand the why, we must be able to feel confident in our character and know that we did what we thought was truly right. Morals may become skewed, but that does not excuse our actions or diminish the impact we can have.

Life is about learning new things and allowing for others to open our minds to the possibility of new perspectives. In life I have always found that it is important to learn something new every day, so I do try to learn something new every day. In starting this class, I knew that I would be learning so many new things. From school I had a basic understanding of how the world was but to read these stories and poems, that were written on an emotional level, I never realized how bad things really were. It has made me very grateful for what I have in my life, opening my eyes to the world we live in now. So of all the many pieces I have read so far in this class it was hard to decide what pieces to choose for this assignment, but I managed to choose. First “The Chimney Sweeper” by William Blake (pg.129). Next is “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid (pg.121). Lastly “Bartleby, The Scrivener” by Herman Melville (pg.235). These three pieces of literature really spoke to me as a person, mother and friend. And I plan to tell you how these wonderful literary works have changed my perspective on the world.

However, I had underestimated how this journey would impact my own identity. I entered this odyssey without much prior knowledge on what would happen and what exactly we would be doing. The immersion took place in the small community in Barrio Obrero, Iloilo. Our volunteer group, consisting of only five high school students and a couple of teacher-chaperones, was based in a public learning center called the Assumption Socio-Educational Center (ASEC), which was founded by the Assumption community many years ago. Our first activity during our immersion was