I stared at myself in the mirror, the image of myself seeming to distort. Tears streamed down my face and I covered my face with my hands, sinking to the bathroom floor. Nothing made sense. I looked in the mirror, but it didn’t look like me. Did I steal this body from someone? I didn’t understand why I was feeling like this. I got myself cleaned up and climbed in bed, not wanting to be conscious of my thoughts anymore.
The next morning I got up, put on a skirt and a blouse, and caked my face with makeup. The whole process was very tiring, since it was five in the morning, but I had to do it. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t fit in with everybody else. So I readied myself for the day and jumped right into the pit of sharks that was high school. This place was my own personal nightmare. I didn’t have very many friends to begin with, and my extreme insecurity only made it harder for me to talk to people. I felt wrong constantly. I wasn’t even there, really. I just stumbled through my schedule, went home and took off the mask, then broke down and started the process all over again. It was like this day after day. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me or why I felt so bad about myself all the time. I had everything. I had friends, few and far between, but people
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A lot of trans kids find out that they’re trans by going on the social media website, Tumblr, which is well-known for being a safe space for LGBT kids. I was just scrolling through the website one day, and saw a post about transgender people. I was a curious kid, and I didn’t know much about it. After reading various articles and posts about it, I was filled with a weird sense of belonging. A sense of, “there are other people like me”. I didn’t know what to do with this information. Naturally, I went to the one person I thought I could go to, my boyfriend of three years. I called him and told him I had something I needed to talk
My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my
Stephen L. Carter links integrity and honesty. There are three constraints discussed in this essay. First, integrity does require a degree of moral reflectiveness. Second, Integrity may cause conflict that is must be resolved. It does not necessarily produce or protect interpersonal harmony. Third, a person who has integrity can be trusted. It does not avoid the restructuring of social structures and associations, because it leaves the matter to exercise of interpersonal authority.
Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will
Academic ethics are the moral codes or the shared standards of an academic enterprise and the core of its success (Occidental College, 2016). Basically, academic ethics require each student, to be honest, responsible, fair, respectful, give credit where it is due, turn in their original work, and etc. (Michigan State University, n.d.). Academic integrity requires students to do their own work without unauthorized help from others, cheating, lying, plagiarizing, and stealing (Valdosta State University, 2016). Academic integrity is important because it shows that the student is trustworthy and honest enough to do his or her own work, whether someone is looking or not. “Learning how to express original ideas, cite sources, work independently, and report results accurately and honestly are skills that carry students beyond their academic careers” (Michigan State University, n.d., para. 2).
Integrity. To me, integrity is being honest to others and to yourself. It’s to have moral uprights. It’s the state of being whole. It’s a word used to describe someone’s level of honesty. No one is gets integrity once they are born. It is developed by good influences actions. Having integrity is doing the right thing is a trustful way. Someone who has integrity means they have a moral compass that leads them in the right direction. They follow their moral judgements and do good things under all circumstances, even if no one pays attention. They would do nothing that dishonors themselves.
Morals, character, integrity, what do these words mean….actually, the question is, do you have them. A man named Dwight Moody once said, “Character is what you are in the dark.” You cannot see your morals, character, or integrity, these are only shown as your values. Someone could only show their own values, which are very important to themselves and everyone else. Integrity is the firm adherence to a code of especially moral or artistic values. The way you show your integrity, character, and morals or how they are effect you in either a negative or positive way. There are many causes to how your values are. So as you know, integrity is very important and it is important to have it.
I stared at the mirror and tears trickled down my face. It was the kind of feeling where all the pain that you had been storing came out in full force. I wanted to smash the mirror in hopes that while smashing it, my pain would be smashed too. I hated myself.
Walking into school on my first day of high school, I felt out of place. My face covered in acne, my teeth covered in braces, and the callicks in my hair stuck up through the abnormally thick layer of hair gel that coated them. My middle school social anxiety still ruled over me as I could barely speak with any member of the opposite sex. Yet, I still had an odd confidence about me. I had always been one of the best students in my class, even without ever studying for a test. I viewed high school as a slight uptick from the curriculum I had easily passed in middle school. I was wrong. High school exists as a microcosm of society, in which I originally failed to acclimate myself to the challenges posed to me in a setting of increased
We are presented with choices every day. Many are easy to make and cause very little stress, but some choices can be extremely difficult and have significant consequences. The difference between making the right choice or the wrong one is often determined be a persons character, which is based upon the qualities of integrity, responsibility, and honesty. Gaining an understanding of these three character traits and how to build them is critical to creating a lifetime of positive outcomes.
The opportunity to participate, practice, and process experiences in field placement encourages growth and development as an ethical practioner. In order to reach goals and ensure progress as a School Social Worker, I have identified tasks and activities for each practice behavior included in the competency for ethical identify. Developing professionally over the semester will afford opportunities to; learn through observation, apply coursework concepts to “real-life” situations and practice skills in a safe place where it is okay to learn from trial and error. There is much to be learned from gaining experiences and being exposed to authentic situations and scenarios. Taking advantage of these growing
My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never
For four long years I felt as if my high school was in a different world in of itself. I had spent that time interacting with an extensive amount of groups, or “cliques”, and getting to know what they do. Through my experiences, I had begun to realize what made this “subculture” high school of sorts run like it did. High school is an incredibly dynamic time for people, and I had changed as a person dramatically from my freshman to senior year. Like many, my freshman year was quite awkward, as remnants of my middle school self remained with me. As time went on, how, I talked to more people and grew out of my passive and shy personality. This did not just randomly happen without reason though. I began to learn and realize who I was and whom I enjoyed talking to in school, which explained why I spent so much time socializing with multiple kinds and groups of people. Everyone’s concept of “normal” was different, and high school was where I learned that lesson and will never forget.
Dees highlights several crucial concepts regarding resilient leadership in Chapters 3 and 4. The quality of leadership largely determines the overall upward or downward direction of a company. A resilient leader has the ability to influence people to willingly put forth effort to achieve a goal, which is at the core of being a leader. The most effective leaders recognize how to influence subordinates while moving forward with an effective plan that will benefit all involved. The three most important concepts from Chapter 3 and 4 are integrity, courage, and wisdom.
Integrity is how somebody lives their life. In this life we live, we face choices every day that only we can answer. We dictate how we run our own lives, and they way we run them defines us. Integrity is doing the right thing versus the wrong thing. People, if nothing else, can always have their pride, their integrity. It is something that means a lot to some people and then nothing to others. The ones who value their integrity highly are the good people in this world, and the opposite is true for those who do not value their integrity.
The first time I reflected on myself was at the young age of seven-years- old it all started because of a boy name Adrian, I had a huge crush on him but he liked another girl name Ashley she was the opposite of me, she was tall, skinny, popular, and very pretty. I didn’t understand at the time but this is the first time I had self-reflection the emotions and thoughts I had stuck to me like glue. I continued to grow up into a teenager at twelve-years- old I dealt with server depression and lived day to day hoping that I wouldn’t see the next. I did not care about school or my future, though I wasn’t a bad kid and never got in trouble, when I was alone I cried a lot from the time my eyes opened till I finally fell back to sleep, and would think of ways to end the pain I dealt with every day and had no reason to feel any differently. I still can’t believe how something so small and unimportant caused me so much pain for so many years until I turned nineteen-years-old things got better when I became an adult.