My Reflection On My Vision

Within this essay I will be concentrating on explaining how an individual can implement reflection in their learning experiences. Applying skills of reflection to a particular learning experience such as induction week will be the main focus of this essay as it will convey the importance of reflecting upon the experience of working with other students.

I look over at Caleb and see that he is unconscious, with blood rolling down his forehead from a shard of glass that hit him when the back windows exploded. Suddenly I hear a loud scream. Sirens, making a noise so blood curdling, like a symphony of women screaming at the top of their lungs. It reminds me of that day when I was eight, except this time it’s my brother who I am hoping is okay, not Tina, who I knew wasn’t going to make it.

‘Call the ambulance’ I said to myself. The red car disappeared from the view as I looked for help. As I tried unlocking the seat belt, I realized I was bleeding and my head was hurting really badly. Helplessly, I bent forward and checked Trevor’s pulse. My immobile left hand lay dead on the side as I reached for my phone, Speed dialling the number as I called the ambulance to the location.

I do not recall learning about reflective practice in my undergraduate studies. Reflective practice according to Barbour (2013), “is the cyclic process of internally examining and exploring an issue of concern, triggered by an experience, which creates and clarifies meaning in terms of self, existing knowledge, and experience; resulting in a changed conceptual perceptive and practice” (p. 7). According to Barbour (2013), reflective process has many positive outcomes to help guide the nurse to become an expert nurse that can make on the spot decisions that do not interrupt patient care. I feel that reflective practice would have been beneficial to help guide me from a student nurse to a practicing nurse with critical thinking skills.

This semester I learned a lot about writing in English 151. It has been a roller coaster ride with these essays for me this semester. I learned step by step how to write a good essay and how to have your readers be engaged in what you’re trying to tell them. Each essay I did has taught me something valuable I can take to the next level of English. I feel as if as the semester went by I did not take my writing that seriously and that reflected in my grades I received in each essay. It made me a better student and writer and it will reflect next semester. In this essay, I will reflect on what I learned throughout this semester that you should apply in your writing when you begin English 151.

I open my eyes slowly. The light shining brightly into the car causes me to squint my eyes. I look to my right and see the ambulance trying to open the door, they're saying something, but I cant make it out. All i hear is ringing. I look over at Alva, my sister to make sure she's alright. She wasn't. Her once beautiful pale skin now looks blue and bruised, eyes wide and bloodshot empty of life. She looks terrible. Her head looks like it slammed into the steering wheel then hit the window, from the way the window is shatter and the big gash on the side of her head as well as her now crooked nose. The way her shoulder and collar bones sit is off they look crooked, like something pushed them up. It was a sight I wished I never saw. I looked away, focusing on the ambulance. maybe I should push on the door to help them, I try but I cant move all to well. My movements are slow and weak, I'm not much help. I can barely breath my chest feels like its being pushed on. I'm tired anyways maybe I should take a nap, the ambulance can get in on there

While I was reading Your Inner Fish, I went through a journey that changed my viewpoint on the topic of evolution. Before reading this book, I did not believe in evolution. I thought that is was just another thing that I was being taught to believe and that it didn’t actually have any solid evidence behind it. I figured that there could never be evidence solid enough to convince me that we were related to fish in any way, shape, or form. Your Inner Fish changed my opinion by showing me that there is actual fact to back up the theory. In chapter 5, it explains about the Sonic Hedgehog gene, and how it is in every living creature including humans, and how it forms our digits, and how it is in skates as well.

For the last six weeks in both mental and acute setting, I have reflected on events that I had met in each week. Now, I am going to identify essential personal learning outcomes from those events and will include personal awareness of strengths and weaknesses. Among the different models of reflection, I will use the Gibbs model of reflection which entails six stages such as description, feelings, evaluation, analysis, conclusion, action plan.

My eyes fluttered open and I found myself there again. I always find myself in the same place, stuck in the exact moment of time when it all happened. I struggled to get a hold of myself. Is this a memory or am I still in Afghanistan?

The pain is at once sudden and intense, beginning in my side and spreading outward like a wildfire. I clench my teeth to stop the scream in my throat, and I fall to my knees. I touch my fingers to my side---and that’s when I feel something hot and sticky. I look at my fingers, to see blood dripping onto the ground.

Throughout my years in writing and taking English courses I have always been a faulty writer and never have been strong in this aspect. Truthfully my writing was the same until I came to college and took English 104 with Professor Horjus. Horjus had taught me things about myself and my writing that I never gave my full attention too and explaining my thoughts. Professor Horjus had started off class on making us say things we could work on after turning in an essay and feel we lacked or felt very strongly about. Being able to talk about the lack of my writing skill or even the strong aspects in my writing let me see that everything teachers have taught me in the past has honestly not really helped. College English has defiantly shined a new light on writing for me.

I nodded and walked toward the noise. It was a river, and there was an old van next to it. I pulled out my gun, walking to the van and kicking open the rusted door. Empty. "Guys! It's empty, I think we're good." I shouted to them. Everyone started to run in the water, since it was a hot fall day. Checking out the van more, I saw it was roomy and had a few sleeping bags, meaning we could all pile up for the night. I climbed into the front seat to see that the keys were in the cup holder. I put the keys in and started the van. It does work, but before we leave I wanna collect water. I hopped out and got some water in my flask. I explained all the info I had about the van, and the squad seemed excited we had some cover. I was too. It meant my friends were safe, but I knew we wouldn't be able to stay in here for long. I walked back to the van and opened the driver door, but I heard that terrible walker groaning and a grip on my ankle. I may have been in a safe place for a few months, but this experience hasn't left me. I can still fight and I know how to survive, but that doesn't mean I'll be able too. I stabbed the walker and got a fresh, new bloodstain on my jeans. It isn't the first or last. I kicked the walker under the van and hopped

I learned from the teacher assessment about my writing that ideas and examples lack detail. Because of this, my writing was weakly supported my main ideas, and let make readers hardly understand what am I write about. Also, my writing did not have adjectives and adverbs that make readers boring and tired. I could not write long writing. Due to some word choice, word form, and sentence structure issues, the clarity of meaning in my paragraph is negatively affected. I really need to improve my writing in this semester because the hardest one in English is writing and I have many problems in my writing. I will read whatever I can get my hands on. I will not discriminate novels, essays, nonfiction basically anything. I believe that my writing

After working on the "They say I say" project and thinking back on it I would give myself a basic on almost all accounts. The presentations my group and I gave was awful and obviously unpracticed. The PowerPoint wasn't even finished and it was obvious my group and I didn't fully understand chapter 6"Skeptics may object" or any of the other chapters. The only good thing my group and I even did decently was referencing the other chapters prior to chapter 6"Skeptics may object"and providing an example for chapter 6. Looking back on it now, I accept the grade I got and the grade I have now because simply put I deserve it. I know I could've done better if I had put more time and effort into my presentation and PowerPoint and that if I want to pass

Over the course of the semester, we have studied a variety of styles of writing, from the perspective paper to the