“There comes a time, that defining moment in our lives, when we just have to make that like changing decision…” From the time that we are young we are faced with making decisions – some easy some more complicated. It may be a major decision, or it can be a little more compact. No matter what form, we all are exposed to making decisions. I have made many decisions, but the one that has taught me the most came into play when I was in 8th grade on September 28, 2012. I woke up as I did every morning for school. I slowly rolled out of bed, ate breakfast, fixed my hair –the usual morning routine, but this morning was different! I knew something that seldom people knew – a few close friends, family that is it. I kept thinking, “Today is my last day at Poplarville Middle School. The last day with my friends. What if I made the wrong decision? What if I make no friends at my new school? What if..? What if..? What if..?” All these “What if” thoughts always found a way on my mind. It was as if they hid in the corner until I was vulnerable enough to listen to them. I kept trying to push the thoughts back into their corner. No matter how hard I fought, they always won. They always fought back ten times harder, and I found them on my mind again, and again. I slowly walk off the bus absorbing everything for the last time. I get into the gym and find a seat on the bleachers around a few of my friends. They talk to me. I nod and smile, so they think I am listening
challenge, everyone has this feeling that they are never good enough because of the expectations
Many times in life we have a decision to make. Most of the time it's between what we want to do and what we ought to do. The decision can often be very tough to make. The decision you make can be either positive or negative.
From choosing this Scarlet Letter, how I design the letter, to what pizza toppings I would like, or what movie should I watch, I have trouble deciding what to do. Indecision is a large, and a unfavorable part of my life, that makes it difficult to finalize a decision on a test, or even shower before, or after homework. Deciding is hard for me because it feels irreversible, and I cannot do anything about it after I chose one way or the other. In previous essays, I’ve written about the importance of choice, and how life is made of choices. This idea scares me, even though I see it as true. Since this idea frightens me, I think of the future effects, which creates more pressure on the little decisions I make day to day.
In every book, movie, television show and in the real world, people are faced with difficult decisions that alter the course of their lives. For example “The
When at Park Hill Elementary School I was placed in a kindergarten class with Mrs. Maes. When I first entered the class, the environment was warm and inviting. All the students were interested in what the teacher was saying. After the teacher was done taking, she introduced me to the class and mentioned to the children to be on their best behavior and show their school ROAR. ROAR is a set of school wide rules that all the students follow. Throughout the day most of the students followed these rules, but some students did act out. The teacher proceeded to deal with each situation according to the student. It seemed like the teacher had specific rules to her class in addition to the school wide rules. In the class there was a student teacher,
Every second of everyday people have to make decisions. Whether to turn right or left, or to go to class, decisions have to be made and their effect could be everlasting. One decision that has affected my life in multiples ways was when I changed my major.
In the modern world, there are good and bad choices that can be made that will change who you are as a person. Choices that we make can not only affect who we are but also your future decisions.
On the morning of February 22, 2017, I received news of the most devastating kind: my uncle had just passed away. On my way to school that day, a plethora of emotions overwhelmed me: grief, anxiety, insecurity, the whole spectrum of undesirable emotions. The nervousness and uncertainty I was feeling stemmed from the fact that later that day, I was to stand in front a room full of students and present the first meeting of the club I founded. All the different emotions I was feeling that day consumed me. Needless to say, I had no idea where the day would take me. My immense fear of speaking in front of a crowd more than tripled the knots in my stomach. Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of school and the beginning of my nightmare. With a deep breath, I stood in front of my peers at the meeting and attempted to brave my fears. When it was all over, slowly but surely, my heart-beat slowed from the hummingbird-like state it had reached at the climax of my stressful day, and my anxiety turned into exhilaration. I survived.
I tried my hardest to shut them out, to stop imagining the worst-case scenario, but let me tell you, it always had a way of emerging back. It returned with a vivid “I’m back, this time fiercer” reminder, settled in my head and vandalized my thinking process once more. I tried to fight it again and again. I woke up every morning exhausted from the day prior and in dread of what has yet to come. Furthermore, day-by-day I talked less, smiled less and felt less alive. I became glum and dejected and was rarely cheerful. Overthinking drained my energy and took my happiness away. I then turned out to be what I always
Every day in the ever-evolving world, there are many decisions of varying importance to be
Out of breef I got on the bus. The rest of the day went the same as normal with some laughterder and student comment from my classmates. After another long day at school I was on the bus home at last talking to my friend speaking louder every stop we got to my stop.
I went back to school that next day, in hopes that I would stay true to what I realized about myself, the night before. However, I was wrong. As soon as I walked into the classroom, the feeling of fear and humiliation wash over me like a tidal wave. I had caught sight of a group of girls, my ex-best friend included, staring at me, snickering to themselves. However, I remembered my mother’s wise words that she informed me and for a brief moment, I kept my head held high as I walked past them and into one of the lonely desks in the corner of the
It was a beautiful Saturday morning and today was going to be exciting for my brother Jim. Today, he would be competing in the league championship for Mount Pleasant High School. I would be something of a coaching surrogate since I already graduated 2 years earlier. You could say we were both excited.
During my practicum, my supervisor and myself have discussed what I have to do to meet my practicum requirements. We have discussed the student that I will complete an assessment on and what day. The student was due for a re-evaluation and I was required to give him the Wechsler Intelligence Scale for Children 5th Edition (WISC-V). In order to prepare for the assessment, I used the assessment tools at Brinckerhoff Elementary School, and practiced giving the test on my own. I prepared the record form by marking where my starting points are located. Once completed, I focused on the query items by going over what I would look for in each answer from the student. I also ensured I knew what each test required, to allow the process to be less robotic. The school psychologist and I discussed that she will be present during the first evaluations, to ensure that I am doing a good job. The school psychologist informed me that she would do the assessment with me until she feels I am 100% comfortable and confident to complete the assessment. This way, if I have any issues, she will guide me without breaking the standardization of the test.
All through life, we experience various occasions when decision-making become necessary. A number of them present themselves in difficult forms and at crucial points. Most of the verdict we take will eventually figure and describe our track of lives. These are what we refer to as lessons of life. Choices never present themselves in an easy way. In some instance we are always forced to pay a price to achieve something. This implies that we are trading for an outcome we are seeking.