My Reflection On My Life

This course has impacted me tremendously. Many pre-conceived notions of missions and methodology of fulfilling the Great commission have changed. The Great Commission, found in Matthew 28:16-20 contain Jesus’ final words to His disciples. He told them, “Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Before taking this course, I never understood the concept of the “nations” being people groups. I always thought of them as geo-political divisions. I can actually perceive many different people groups in my neighborhood, and now understand that even though they live in America, they do not relate the same way as other Americans. This is due to their cultural and ethnical background among other

It was the best feeling in the world, I stared at that piece of paper through out the entire day. Anxious to show my mom I busted through the house door, jumped on the bed , and wiggled the report card in her face. “I had received all perfect grades on my report card” is the only thought that ran through my mind, and I felt so accomplished from it because right through my years in school I never received honor roll. Every semester I would come so close but I would always get that one “C” that would ruin it for me. This time I nailed it right on the target, and I was proud of myself.

It determined whether you would be spending the next few Friday nights at football games with all of your buddies, or hunched over a history book, cramming your brain with factoids about the Watergate Scandal or the Cambodian genocide. This day, however, was not usually an issue for me. I had always been a so-called “academic nerd”, constantly keeping my focus on my GPA, and never receiving lower than a 90 on any report card in my previous years of schooling, but this was about to change. As my teacher called names alphabetically, students rose anxiously to grab the slips of paper that would determine their fates for the next six weeks. Elliott. Gavranovic. Harper. Mrs. Iles flicked her wrist to hand me the paper and I felt my heart swell with excitement like it always did when I was about to see my grades. Just as quickly as my heart had inflated though, it had deflated even faster as I caught glimpse of my grade in College

Was I supposed to be happy or sad, or maybe both? I felt ecstatic that I had made it this far, however I was devastated that I would soon have to leave the comfort of the known. That warm, some may say oppressive, 90F days was the perfect time to take a walk across the stage. The sound of my name being called echoed across the field and I started my walk. Too many people stood between me and my diploma. One handshake and then another and finally I had it. The blue leather book was mine. It was so smooth and contained all of my hard work. The word “Windham High School” were embossed in golden yellow, almost the color of the yellow M&M’s. I had finally done it. The teachers lined the walkway, like proud parents. I could feel tears starting to well up, having to say “Thank You”; with a simple walk my joyous days became somber. I realized that no matter what mistakes I made or even how well I did I still made it to

This experience changed my whole life around. Before I went through this accomplishment in my life. I was lazy, angry, and I didn’t really have any goals in life I didn’t have anything to look forward to. I was an angry person because I always blamed other people for my mistakes, and I thought everyone was against me because they don’t want to see me succeed. I realized that at the end of day no one actually cares about your life more than yourself. I became motivated and interested in my education. Now I have attainable goals that I want to accomplish and have a successful

This song reflects a dilemma between two choices where both sides have equal consequences. The song is about the progression of a relationship where they are so desperately in love with each other, but just can't seem to get along and have doubts whether it's really meant to be. The song is emotively effective because it touches on a very relatable subject of not knowing how to choose between two options and makes you think about what people will put themselves through to try and make something work that's just not going for them. It also shows the hard truth about how even though you try your best sometimes it’s still not enough sometimes.

There are many factor’s that contributed to the great rise of what we know today as the biggest empires of the Axial Age. Among them we find three empires, Rome, Persia, and the Mongolians that have contributed to who we are today. They stamped their position in history in ways that we still use today. Some factor’s that contributed to the rise of these soaring empires include, their military techniques and growing technology, their advance on trade alongside trade tactics and the ability to produce syncretism.

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

1. No matter how hard we try to prepare ourselves for challenging experiences and try to stay positive, it becomes harder to do than planned when the time comes. It was the end of the last semester and I was on the verge of emotional depression that totally overwhelmed me. During the exam period, I wasted my weekends on the Internet, chatting and Facebook-ing. I needed to submit an important paper on Tuesday morning. On Sunday night, after wasting so much time of mine and having a little red eyes because of so much exposure to electronic screens, I sat down to write my paper. Only then did I realize that the paper was due the next morning, not on Tuesday. I was extremely nervous because it was too little a time to finish it. Moreover, I was so angry with myself that I wanted to cry. It was a realization that I was off course in my study habits and that I had not overcome my habit of willingly putting myself in difficult positions. The more I thought about being in that mess, the angrier I got with myself. I got even angrier thinking about how it was not the first time in my life that I put myself in such a situation. I could not concentrate on my paper because of that emotional response. Then suddenly I thought that I just needed to talk to someone and calm down. I called my classmate and just told her about everything. She said that the instructor had actually extended the deadline until Thursday. It was such a relief. I thanked her profusely and decided

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.

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:

Everyone has their own unique beliefs and motives that push them through their lives. I have many different beliefs instilled in me that mold my day to day life. These beliefs have been formed either by learning from my parents, or by personal experiences. One major conviction of mine is the pursuit of happiness. There are many ways to strive for happiness, and all people are unique in the fact that no one shares the same goals. My happiness comes from a core of beliefs. Religion is an extremely important part of my life, and I can thank my mother and father for that. Another belief of mine is that hard work pays off; in many situations I have been shown that a good work ethic goes a long way in being successful. I also believe in being an optimist throughout life’s trials and tribulations. Many things can upset me in day to day experiences; however, I believe it to be crucial to obtain a joyous attitude. These beliefs have become priorities to me and carry me through my life, and help me to succeed.

It was seventh grade, and I was tired of imperfect grades. Now, my grades weren’t bad, all A’s and none below a ninety two, but to me that wasn’t good enough. Every time I heard a person say they had a grade higher than me; someone saying they got a ninety seven when I got a ninety six; I’d wince and cringe. I knew subconsciously that my grade was just fine, but inside I felt inferior. All my life I’d always been told to do my best, to put my everything into all the things I did, and to always strive to be the greatest. But here I was with a ninety six when I could’ve gotten a ninety seven. I could have had the best grade in the class, a grade without flaw, a perfect grade better than everyone else’s… So one day I decided that was what I wanted. I went home and I spent the whole day on my homework, outlining all of the artwork with ink, double checking all of my math homework, proofreading every single word of my writing homework, and wiping away every single mistake I could find. And then the next day I went into school, I turned in my homework, and I got all one hundreds. I finally felt worth something, like I had actually succeeded and done well for the first time in my life. And it was then, in this rush of sudden ecstasy, that I decided the only way to be happy was to always try my best. To always put my all into everything I do and eliminate every mistake I can find. So the next day I did the same thing, and then the day after, and the day after that, everyday coming home and diving into my homework, only breaking to eat or go to my

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Today I reflected on my life and my ambitions and dreams. I also reflected on how I came to be where I am in my life. I can honestly say I like my job and the direction my life is going, finally. I have a wonderful wife that I know is the reason I am where I am today. I can take no credit for my job or even the education I am getting because she encouraged me to go back to school and continue my education or I would not have. These thoughts make me feel emancipated when I admit them because it is often hard for me to admit that my wife is the one who made me what I am and not myself. The decisions I made in my youth I know are a product of my own bad judgment and I cannot place that blame on anyone but myself. My children are grown, and we are not close in our relationship. I can only blame myself for my selfish attitude when they were young. I blame myself not only for not always being accessible to my children but because I chose to put my career as a detective before my children. This was no one else’s decision but my own and I have paid for these choices in many ways over the span of my life.