My Reflection

In When We Fight, We Win by Greg Jobin-Leeds it says that “comparison can block compassion both for others and for ourselves.” I agree with such statement; I think that listening is a skill you learn throughout time. One can pretend to listen without really getting anything out of the conversation that one is having with that other person. In the Compassionate Listening workshop, I got to do it with Rachel Kurland and I sit and listened to her talking about the moment her friend treason her. I tried to understand her plight, why would she not cut that friendship off, I understood she loved her friend, however, I could not resist bringing my biases to our conversation. I asked myself, why is Rachel, such a good, loving, and smart person,

My first semester as a college freshman is finally coming to an end. This semester has been the start to a new chapter in my life and I am glad to have finally finished my first semester on a high note. Coming into college I never knew what things would be like and how would I adjust. All I knew is that I wanted to succeed and eventually graduate college. The courses I have taken this semester have had big impact on my learning and my future. Assignments that taught skills and lessons to be used in the future. I have learned skills such as being able to collaborate in groups because of projects in ASU 150.

As I look at my life and my daily activities I decide to choose the least important one and the time I spend doing that, I offer to my studying and school work. Take the time to study more, rather than watching TV. To help me study better and frequently, I must improve on my note taking skills. Memory is not as good as it used to be so good note taking is a good advantage to this.

Now that I have completed my first half of the semester in Montclair State University, I feel like I have accomplished a lot within these past few weeks. My goals for this semester was to start off academically strong, make new friends, trying new things, find a major, and getting out of my comfort zone. So far, I have accomplished more than half of my goals. I am doing well in my classes, exploring new places, and I met the greatest group of people I can be friends with.

I did poorly last semester but this semester I have plans to do better. I am going to have a daily action plan and plans for how to deal with different problems that might come up. Last semester I did not properly handle the things that came up which is why it turned out like it did.

Seeing as I am a freshman, I can only discuss my expectations and notions for the coming year. Currently, my emotions swing on a pendulum between anxiety and eagerness, but I am pleased to admit the latter outweighs the former. I am enthused to live on my own, nervous about making friends, and expect collegiate academia to challenge me exceptionally more than high school, which I understand and fully accept.

This semester was my very first semester as a college student. Being the first, it was probably the semester I would learn the most in. I learned the expectations for writing that I will have to live up to for the next four years of my college career. Though my high school teachers were usually demanding because I was in the Honors English section throughout high school, writing in college has still ?raised the bar? for me. Also, in high school, we would have weeks to pick a topic, create a thesis, outline the paper, write the paper, and then revise the paper. In college, the time restraints are not quite as lenient. I?ve had to learn to manage my time and be more productive with what free moments I

The Three things that I have learned about myself this semester are that I am determined to do whatever I can to finish my degree. I am willing to go above and beyond in order to complete my class work, homework and my classes. I have become more motivated and passionate about my career choices during this semester; I think it is because things are finally starting to fall in perspective for me.

The purpose of this assignment is to discuss the contribution of reflective practice for clinical nursing. Reflection has been defined as a way for individuals to “capture their experience, think about it, mull it over and evaluate” (Boud et al 1985: 19)

This past semester I have learned many things that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. I believe that many of the things I learned worked in the favor of my future yet there a few things that I realized are not in my control. Hopefully your first year is just as successful but if not always remember two things; life is what you make it and you determine your identity.

I have only been in college for a few weeks, but it has already changed me as a person. I have gone through a few hard tests, leaving a classroom in a full blown panic attack and I have even had a complete breakdown in the middle of the hall but I know in the end it’s all worth it. I have learned that growing up is just a harsh reality that sometimes we don’t want to face, but we all have to do it and college is a

The fall semester was a great semester for me. Academically I have to seen it in my studies by my semester GPA of 3.73 accomplishing making the Dean's List. Also, I have enjoyed my work in the community by volunteering for a tutorial program at the local church. Over the course of the semester I have gathered over 50 volunteer hours serving my school, and the local community. The worst part of the semester is not finals week but the week after finals. Sitting at home after finals waiting for your professors to put in your grades is the most nerve-wracking, stressful thing about college. Every hour I kept refreshing the grade book hoping for good news as my professor slowly put their grades in one after another I slowly breathe a sigh of relief

Dobson’s (2004) book relates to my own personal life episode of receiving spankings during my childhood. The personal life episode of receiving a spanking that comes to mind is when I was about six years old. It was a Saturday evening and my mom, brother, sister, and I were coming home from spending the day at my grandmother’s house. My mother stopped in Florence, SC at the Burger King to get all of us something to eat on the way home. I remember my mother asking each of us what we wanted to eat. I remember my brother and sister saying that they wanted a cheeseburger and fries, while my response was I want a hamburger with cheese. My mother went to the drive thru and placed the order of four cheeseburger and four fries. I remember yelling at the top of my lungs that I do not eat cheeseburgers; I only eat hamburger with cheese. My mother told me to stop yelling and tried to explain to me that a cheeseburger was the same thing as a hamburger with cheese. I proceeded to yell some more and telling her that I was not going to eat the cheeseburger, because that was not what I wanted and that she should of order what I wanted. When my mother gave me my food I took it and throw the burger down on the floorboard of the car and told her to order me what I wanted and that she could eat this cheeseburger because I was not eating it. My mother told me to pick up the burger and that I was going to eat it and that if I did not stop acting the way I was then I was going to get a spanking.

1999, a time for some people where Y2K was encroaching, a time for others where the famous films Sixth Sense, The Matrix and the beloved Disney film Tarzan was their favorite movie and not to mention definitely a time where we could go to the grocery store and not spend a fortune at checkout. However, for me, this particular year, especially December 7 ,1999, was the worst day of my life.

My vision begins to reoccur, in a daze, I glance at my watch and it’s four- o’three A.M.