and looked at my reflection. Coffee brown orbs stared back at me with the same look as ten years ago. I hadn 't changed much. I still had the same curly dark brown hair and the same caramel colored skin. My facial features were the same except for a faded scar underneath my chin from an incident years ago. I was still that timid girl with many problems that no one knew about. I sighed and shifted my gaze to my hands. There was no more blood underneath my fingernails or anywhere on my body. All that
Over the last several days, in preparation for this paper and my upcoming interviews, I have done quite a bit of reflection into myself. I have examined carefully the experiences I have had in all areas of my life, namely in a professional setting, within my educational background, and amidst my personal life. I have scrupulously singled out the most prominent and valuable strengths I have, as well as the challenges which impede me the most and are in need of the greatest amount of improvement. Finally
What I saw in front of me was a spitting image of my reflection, only this reflection lacked my empty brown eyes, his hair was not a tattered mess, and his posture was not sluggish but upright like that of a soldier, he wore the same clothes that I was wearing a white t-shirt only his had no coffee stains and his blue jeans were not torn up at the knees his white shoe laces were not stringing apart. He had piercing brown eyes with a smug smile it seemed his entire being resonated confidence and
A Reflection on My Life Development Until Now As I look reflect upon my years of existence I am amazed by the process. The reason that I am amazed by my existence thus far is because of what I learned in this course about all the different stages of development and the theories that influenced my development. Before this course, I was more inclined to believe that all of my childhood development was based on my parents, and all of my adolescence and early adulthood development was based off my childhood
were always curious about my past experience and my outlook on life. With everything in life going fast paced, I never had that chance to fulfill that curiosity. At the moment, I am taking a sociology class which makes me look at my life from a sociological standpoint and I want to share with you some of my experiences and how it is influenced by society. Growing up, I was born to a working lower-class family, where my parents did their best to make end meets. My parents struggle to enroll
through all trails and heartache I will always point my focus toward God, but I do not know what my future holds. No matter what is happening I want to understand that I have a friend, someone on my side, who wishes that I succeed and already has planned my life. Still, I always worry that when my life is no longer in a state of ease and only academic stress plagues my mind, I won’t find the same sunlit joy and steadfast love in God that I do when my life has minimal disturbance. While I have toyed with
This paper is a reflection of my life. It explores my life through five parts. These five parts are: 1 - Family of origin and major childhood influences, 2 - important events, achievements, and persons, 3 - Faith history including call into ministry. 4 - Work history, 5 - Marriage and family history. The people, places and things that make me the person I am today, a servant of God. I am a descendent of a well-known, hard-working, spiritual family from Booth, Alabama a rural town west of Prattville
So much of my life is built around distracting from my endometriosis pain. I watch TV or listen to music while reading. If I engage my mind enough then I can ignore the pain. It is only partially successful. I realized, as I walked to the library, that distraction is how I’ve always gotten through exercise. I don’t like to sweat. It is uncomfortable, although I am working on that distaste. Exercise has always caused pain in my ankles and I’ve never been good at it. Today, I walked in the heat as
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
Chapter One I came back to find that my whole city was destroyed in a blink of an eye, after running for days to keep this from happening. What once was a utopia filled with life is now a horrid place filled with the echo of screaming mothers and babies. I have to find someone if there is even anyone left but I can 't give up hope I haven 't before and I 'm not planning on doing it. As I walk down this long, dark and very smelly path I hear a faint scream in the distance, I run as fast as I can