My Reflection On My Experience

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot

Within Sports Coaching Literature, it has been established that reflection is a generic term for intellectual and effective activities, in which individuals examine their experiences, in order to develop new understanding and intrapersonal appreciation (Knowles, et al., 2006). Research in this field has advocated reflective practice as an approach to professional development which positively impacts coaching effectiveness (Cropley, et al., 2012). This reflective report shall discuss, analyse and evaluate my own personal development throughout my first semester spent studying at UCFB, in order to develop new understanding and intrapersonal appreciation, and help explore my decisions and experiences, increasing understanding of

It just so happens that the lack of certain classes affect how "boring" or "entertaining" school is. Such classes are that of art, which can be essential to some teenage growth. My school is no exception, Odenville Middle School needs an art class.

Therefore, therapeutic writing has been used in addition to other therapy techniques to aid the person in their recovery and quality of life. The most fascinating factor for implementing emotional writing is the method is adaptable to several therapy theories from Psychodynamic Therapy to Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, “writings in general is beneficial to clients regardless of the theory behind its use,” (Kerner & Fitzpatrick, 2007, p. 334). Consequently, therapeutic journaling then can be implemented via every counselor or psychologist irrespective of the theory in which they practice to treat their clients. Albeit that the enactment of emotional writing is not exclusive to one concept of therapy it can be exercised to a specific area

The idea of writing one’s thoughts and ideas in a private diary or journal has existed for ages in society. However, recently counselors and psychologist have

I still remember it as if it was yesterday. It was September 26, 2011 a Friday which meant the end of the week for me and I was stoked. School just like every day was a hassle and a bore. I was a sophomore and then I wasn’t worrying about college or anything else I was just living life to the fullest or so I thought. This story begins on a Friday where we have our high school football games. I was on the sideline due to an injury I had received during practice, and was out for a few weeks. Once the game was finally over I stopped by and chatted with my friends asking them if they wanted to go do something after the game. Then all of a sudden a police officer came up to me. He asked my friends and me if we knew a student here by the name of Zach Scardina. When I answered him, he wanted to speak to me in private, but something didn’t seem right he said I wasn’t in trouble. So there I went walking behind him to the locker rooms that were recently cleaned out and abandoned. We walked him there were two chairs placed perfectly across from each other. I was told to sit down by the officer he had a grim look on his face in which I could tell something was wrong.

Listening to a teacher lecture is a challenge for me. There was one class where a teacher would just sit there and talk all day and not give assignments. I was losing focus in the classroom because of the boring lecture. A few classes are so boring that I actually able to beat a few games that I never touched on my cell phone. I know that’ll adapt to my classes later on down the road. I can get use to about anything, but the thing that I really don’t want to get into the change was homework.

All the classes I had weren’t boring at all. We would do fun activities in the class. We would play some games like jeopardy. Everyone in the class got work done before the bell and didn't have homework.

My educational experience is one amazing thing I would never forget. My parents gave me an experience of a lifetime that I would never let go and continue to expand. It was a gift of a great education I could have tossed away but instead I took advantage of it and it expanded my intellect and made me more independent. As a young girl my parents always told me, they wanted a great educational experience for me. They said no matter what it took to get me into good schools, to have a great education they will do it. My parents worked very hard to give me the opportunity to be in private school my whole life since pre-school. They always told me to work hard, be bright and be bold. The educational level I had being in private school my whole life was amazing. What was amazing about my education level is that I was able to take all college prep. classes, I took an AP Spanish class, my teachers were always on top of us to hand in work in time, essays in my English class were based on a college level writing. It was amazing because my school expanded my mind more on a college based level.

Beginning the writing process, I established for myself a mental roadmap. I asked myself what I was trying to say, and what the goal or intent of the writing would be. Was I attempting to persuade my readers, or to be didactic instead? I considered the "how" part of the equation later, and honed each sentence word for word. The how part of the writing process was relatively simple compared to the question of what to say, and why. I had to imbue the paper with social commentary, for there was much to say about these readings.

Reflecting on personal and professional experiences I have become to understand that although there is vast scholarly literature identifying the key determinants of physical activity as demographics, social, cultural and environmental factors (Amireault, Godin, and Vezina-Im, 2013), there are also many psychological (mental health) and health dependent (physical, structural, and functional) determinates that have been introduced to me during my final year of study. All factors can be internal, external, community, organisational, interpersonal and personal (****). As a future practitioner, it is vital that I understand and identity these determinates as enablers and barriers to improve client health outcomes.

breathe or function at all and would be an empty shell for one cannot operate or function without it.

Intuition is defined as a direct perception of truth or fact, independent of any reasoning process. (Dictionary.com). Also known as a keen or quick insight, many people say that women, especially mothers and wives have great intuition and will often know when something is wrong before anyone tells them. This is intuition by definition, however, from a biblical standpoint intuition is very much like spiritual discernment. For those that are gifted with both, intuition and spiritual discernment you can pretty much take what they say to the bank, it will happen or has happened just like they said it would.

Wow, I seem to be taken aback by that last one. That question, that you just asked, it took me to a place that I haven 't been to in a very long time. Believe it or not, it has struck me into sudden astonishment. See, for the first time today the world around me has frozen, and I find myself reflecting on such a question. I understand the root of your interest, however my mind is still baffled. You asked me what it 's like to be mixed in America. You want to know how my eyes view the world with their uniquely, blended filters.

I grew up in Flower Mound, Texas, an affluent town which does not have a large diverse population. As I entered high school in 2010, 2.2% of the town’s population was bi-racial, which meant Flower Mound High School’s bi-racial student population remained minuscule. Due to the small population of bi-racial teenagers, I constantly felt as if a magnifying glass was held above me. For example, in several Pre-AP classes, my work was never showcased, even if I received the same or higher grade than my fellow student—my work and my work ethic were ignored, which encouraged me to excel. With every project, assignment, or test, I would go above and beyond by completing extra credit, asking for unneeded guidance, and going into a teacher’s off-hours