My Life Reflection Paper

1. They say that fathers are the superheroes in the family because they protect and provide for us. 2. I think that mothers are superheroes too, because they can take on the same responsibility as the father.

Academic: I am not sure in what manner I am mercy shower in regards to my current academic situation; however, I would like to be able to aide my fellow classmates as much as possible. Since, the classes I take are online I do not get to know my fellow classmates in the way I would if we were in a classroom setting. So, instead I try to pray for my online classmates, especially when I feel like an assignment may be stressful for everyone.

Over the course of six months, I have become proficient in using the general ledger, purchasing and sales orders/invoice menus in QAD. My process areas involve searching for invoices and purchase orders to solve inventory, AR, AP or fixed asset problems. I am often entering or updating projects in QAD and have learned how to investigate and solve account, sub-account and cost center problems. I have become proficient in how to find, change, upload and post journal entries and account balances within QAD.

People Always doubted me as a teenager when I was in high school being unhealthy and overweight weighing at 205lbs and always told I will never achieve my goals of how I wanted to look at the end of my high school years. Well here it is the time I proved everyone wrong it was the change.

I remember waking up on a Saturday morning and I would find Sylvia the housekeeper working on the supper following that smell, I say good morning while I squeeze her from behind. And take my place at the table, but previous to I have awakened my sister she will come to the table and do the same thing that I did. I would get ready in packing my books, Sherlyn my sister, two years younger would be pestering me about how she is better than me at everything but despite this problem, together with Sylvia we will leave the house and she will take us to the catechism. I recall how she used to get very angry at me She would get mad and hit me on the shoulder I will respond and bump into her before telling me I am stupid, but not after I say that a stupid person is the stupid one for saying that a person is stupid, of course, it doesn't make sense at all even so Sylvia will demand for us to stop the fight before, sisters should love each other not fight that fighting is just ugly. I walk behind her and Sylvia she would walk right behind me, that road every Saturday afternoon, I could smell gasoline from my father business that was not far from where I was and overhear the sound of a motorcycle rumbling in the street unrestrained, I looked at the sky, blue with such a pure color of white clouds, I close my eyes for a moment to enjoy the moment.

Fate is a short and powerful four-letter word that most people enjoy believing in. However, other’s may believe it isn’t possible for events to happen without a logical explanation. For years, I was that type of person. I had a very hard time believing that there was a type of higher power controlling the destiny of my life. I challenged every situation I could by finding a way to prove, logically, on why it had happened. Whether the situation was good or bad, I chose to look at it short and sweet, with fear of becoming overly attached and focused on the situation. There were multiple events that had occurred in my life that lead me to think if I believed in fate, it would seem to be out to get me. However, when I was eighteen, my life did a complete turn around and so did my perspective on fate.

In order to understand me, or the moment in which I learned that I was meant to be here, I have to show my past trials, my pain. A little over a year ago, I lost my mother due to ovarian cancer. A few months after that, I lost my cousin’s husband due to suicide on October 17, 2016. Then I lost my neighbors Michael Woodard, his father Lewis Woodard, then his mother, Bobbie Woodard, who passed away on August 29, 2017. I used to go over to their house almost every day after school, sometimes they would help me with my homework. And my teacher Mrs. Erwin, on September 12, 2017, due to a heart attack. Death is a part of our existence, a part of our lives. For some people it happens all at once, for others it is spaced out over their lifetime. There have been many times in my life when I should have died—some due to my own hand, others not so much. I was born on September 23, 1999, at seven-thirty a.m. I was due to be born somewhere around the sixteenth of December, that year, I was born three months before I was supposed to; I wasn’t supposed to live past that day. When I was born, I weighed two pounds, ten and half ounces. My father was the first one to hold me, his hand covered my entire body as I layed on his chest. I have always been a fighter; I am a survivor. From what I was told, when I was little, my dad’s girlfriend was giving me a bath when I fell over and started choking on the water, as she was on the phone with my mom. Another time, I was locked in a hot car,

On Tuesday September 12, 2017, I was getting ready to go out and pay my bills. I went out the door and went down the stairs and a woman approached me and asked if I had two dollars. I looked at the woman and act like I did not hear her. Then she asked me again if I had two dollars and I told her I would have to see if I had any change. I did not want to open my purse in front of the woman because I did not trust her. Then I went back in the house and looked in my purse. I went back out the door and gave the lady the two dollars. I asked the lady where did she live and she told me she move in the green house down the street from my house. I introduce myself by telling the lady my name. After I finished introducing myself to the lady, I begin talking to her about Jesus Christ and my testimony. She was impressed how I told her about how I met Jesus Christ. I explained to her how I had relationship with God and that she could also have a relationship with Him. I informed her that I would be back after I pay my bills. I invited her for dinner the next day. The lady came to my house for dinner. We talked and she informed me that she did not have any relatives in this city. She stated that she just lost her son and went through a divorce with her husband two weeks ago. As she was pouring out her problems, I listened to her. She started to cry and stated she was overwhelmed with things that was happening in her life. I asked her if I could pray for her and

When traumatic events take place, no one has time to stop to think or take a breath and watch their life drastically change before their eyes. You don't think of those things at just three years old. The last thing I was imagining was that I would eventually learn from my hardships and grow as a person. Several years later, I realized my true purpose on a simple school day my sophomore year of high school.

I am currently sitting in 7th hour of Growth of America where we were asked to reflect back on our life so far. I am now sixteen and a sophomore at New Prague High School. This autobiography is going to show the ups and downs in my life. Most of my life I lived in Webster with my mom, dad, and my sister who is 19. Then at about age 10 I moved to New Market with my mom for a couple years because my parents got divorced. Now I live in New Prague with my mom and still in Webster with my dad, I switch between houses every other day.

At birth, everyone is given a tool box. As one grows, learns, and experiences situations in life, tools are added. In my lifetime, as short as it may be, my toolbox has grown tremendously. For example, socialization by my parents gave me the tools to be kind and respectful, religious mores that have been instilled in me so I know what is right and wrong, and devices that my resourceful therapist has provided me with. All these devices and mechanisms are essential in who I am today, and how I perceive the world through the lens that only fits my eyes. Yet these past few months, my vision has been altered, and not in a negative way. A sociological imagination filter on that lens has led me to contemplate certain aspects of my life that have been influential in my life. Socioeconomic status, the modernization theory, education differences, ethnicity and white privilege, along with gender theories and gender socialization have all impacted the present day Marinah.

Over the course of my lifetime, I've learned that life isn't fair. If you want something, you just don't get it for free; you have to work hard for it. Day and night you slave towards your goal and the results you gain from the experience might be worth it, or it might change your life forever. I'm not talking about positively, rather, the change will be so drastic that it might affect how you live your life.

As I sat in the courthouse, I observed my surroundings, and asked myself why I was here. My mother was in the courtroom along with my dad arguing: who deserved guardianship and how much child support should be paid.(Citations) I contorted myself in a chair and waited for what seemed like an eternity for the judge to summon me. “Tick Tock” overtook the room due to the clock. I did not realize how long I had been sitting there, and I was soon in the courtroom. I timidly entered into the wood-filled room, and I spotted my dad’s first cousin, Court Poore, and looked around for another familiar face. I sighted an unknown face, which I realized was my mother 's lawyer. Then I noticed a judge, with a black like cloth draped over his body, perched

One's dream and aspirations to supersede in life must be stronger and greater than limitations set forth by others. The experience that were bestowed to me during my short life has elevated me to the woman I am today. Please walk with me as I give you the opportunity to see the world from my eyes:

Throughout my life, compassion has always been a huge part of my personality. This trait has been constant across many situations in my life, and there are several theories that explain how this trait may have developed to be such a huge part of who I am. Hans Eysenck’s biological approach may say this trait was acquired genetically. Albert Bandura would take a different approach, claiming that my compassion is a learned product influenced by my environment and my thoughts.