Nt1310 Unit 2 Assignment

2a. Habituation is when the response to a certain stimuli decrease when it becomes frequent. For example, when I first moved into my apartment I would always hear the train at nighttime and it would keep me up or wake me up when it would start passing by. After a month or so, my body stopped responding to the train blowing its horn when it would pass. It is an appropriate example because after I became habituated to the sound, I started getting more sleep and more sleep meant a restful night to recharge for the next day.

In the first portion of this assignment I read about what makes an internet site believable and factual. Many of the sites that I had looked at didn’t have solid documentation to click on. The links to the sources were almost all non existent. The two sites about aides had me thinking about who got the information and for what reason did they put it onto their site. A very skeptical fact I saw on the first site was saying that “Approximately one in four people living with HIV infection in the United States are women.” My question is, where did that statistic come from? I looked at other sites and didn’t see that HIV was specific to only women, but instead it was many people that live in the world don’t even know they have the disease. After doing more research on the page I saw information of stating why they were doing the study, and they are doing it as a charity for health departments that couldn’t make money.

Melissa is driving through her neighborhood, talking on a cell phone. Because she is distracted, she missed the new stop sign that was put in at an intersection. A police officer sees this and promptly pulls her over. When asked why she didn’t stop at the stop sign, Melissa replies that she didn’t see the sign. Melissa most likely did see the sign, her brain just didn’t process it correctly.

I staffed the situation with Nikki and was referred to Minimum Standards, which states the following:

You are correct and I agree with you. My middle daughter who is going into her JR year, received a bad grade. She came home upset and questioning the grade her teacher gave her. I read the paper she wrote and read it again just to make sure I understand what was written. The teacher had a few footnotes that stated she was plagiarizing. I asked my daughter where did she retrieve her information and she stated the internet, I asked her did she just copy and paste and she said yes. I had to explain to her that when your copying and pasting from any source besides your own and your not submitting a reference it is plagiarism. Oh course she gave me the look as though I was speaking a foreign language.

When I first started working on my concentration, I planned on exploring the relationship between people and technology. As the exam date was steadily approaching, I only had a couple of pieces completed, so time was of the essence. However, I was notified by my teacher that I wasn’t allowed to use two of the pieces I created because the school district deemed them ‘not appropriate for a high school level portfolio’ and she could get into trouble, or even fired, if I included them in my portfolio. As a student, I was conflicted because I loved the art that I created, but I also love my teacher and I would never want her to get into trouble because my actions. So, I decided to change my concentration with a week left before the exam date. Each

When I first learned that the second unit would be about writing in different genres I was totally confused. What did this mean? Would I be doing different writings of mystery, romance or science fiction? That was my only small narrow view of what a genre is. I have now come to learn that a genre is not only simply whether something is fiction or nonfiction but a genre is different types of writing from a recipe to a resume. I have come to learn that there are so many different types of genres all unique in their own respect and all written from a different perspective.

There are two types of classes in high school. The first type of class is the very boring one, the one we dread going to. The second type, is the class that interests us. Mrs.Anderson’s math class belongs to the first category. Math is a great subject, but there needs to be a good teacher to make the class interesting. Mrs.Anderson is the age of my grandma and she talks as if she was dying. It is very hard to understand what she is saying because she talks so quietly and it seems that talking causes her pain. Mrs.Anderson’s teaching style is giving the students worksheets and making the students learn the material from reading the sheets. The worksheets are effortless but the tests are extremely difficult. The next test we are having is on probability, and a group of five boys

Szczepanek about my situation was earlier in the private from the outside of the class. She was apologizing me for forgot that our appointment that we were supposed to meet in her office. Therefore, I gave my essay print to her and she was beginning to lectured us in the English for the 50 minutes. After the English class was over, I was leaving to see my friend in the other building. In the meantime, when I got back to my dorm and checked mycourses.rit.edu in the computer. I was shocking to found it out that she gave me a “F” grade on my first essay. After that, I was becoming angry and emailed and questioned her about why did she gave me a “F” grade on my first essay. I felt that I never understand why I got a bad grade and questioned myself every time I asked, “Why”. Eventually, she responded me back in the email and she said that it was wrong, which it leads me to become a confused and what does she means by that. On the contrary, I was expected that I should get “A” grades on my first essay, because the NTID tutor helped me a lot. Thus, I was transferred to other English class that I wanted the good instructor and able to get my grade was better in the next semester. Under those circumstances, suddenly, I was become upset with the fact about the grade on my first essay that I don’t understand her very well. My first impression about her was nice, but in reality, it is not. Because she wasted my time for the appointment and haven’t enough explain why she gave me a bad grade. Behind that, I am new as freshman student and I never thought that it would be happen to me for the first

I did not react and convey what I was thinking. I was trying hard to understand what she was say and what it meant. This did lead to confusion which prevented me to be able to come up with some suggestions for homework. How can you give homework if everything seems to be ok now? As I was thinking of something to give her for homework, she stopped me and gave me feedback that I did not have any homework. It felt like playing Uno! This was rather annoying. I am thinking that she is changing her story and now she is going cut me off so that she can have some feedback for me. Usually I just move on from these reactions and give them over to Jesus. As you said in class there are much bigger things to address in life.

In the beginning of the semester when I was in Reading 80, I was overconfident about my own skills so I didn’t pay much attention to the instructor. I was also ashamed to tell my friends that I had this class so on my way to class I would take detours to the classroom jsut so they won’t know what class I had. I was miserable every time I was in this class. I had a hard time reading and I never understood anything. Every time I would duck into class quickly and pray that the teacher doesn’t pick on me to answer questions from our reading assignment. I was even more embarrassed because it was starting to seem like I do need this class, but I was still denying it. Sometimes to bypass the time I would doodle and procasanite instead of reading. I should have not done that. I was slowly falling behind, but I never talk to the instructor about it. She tried to help me many times but I never use my whole heart to try and listen to her. I acted as if she was a tiger and if I approached her I was going to get bit or something or she probably doesn’t care about me. One day during class

In the beginning to the end, Prof. Weaver, the Pharmacology teacher was all over the place with her teaching. I feel like I didn’t succeed in Pharmacology because Prof. Weaver did not take the time to explain the subject well and she appears to be burned out for what she has going on in her personal life and her class load. She mentioned what she had going on in her personal life such going through a divorce, class load and taking nursing classes online. There were times that she kept promising to post our grades and weeks would go by and the grades would still not be posted. Once we went into our third exam without getting our grades from the second exam. I feel that Prof. Weaver is very intelligent; however, she doesn’t know how to condense her information, which makes it hard for me to understand exactly what she wants us to receive out of her lecture classes. Sometimes I feel like she forgets that we are at an undergraduate level and this our first semester in Nursing.

I strongly protested against this decision stating that I guide her because I lack the gift to make people feel comfortable while talking to me instead of feeling awkward. My teacher quoted this very quote and told me that I need to believe that I have the gift to communicate so I can talk to people and she then told me to sit down and stop wasting class time. The first days were awkward as I had expected but slowly we reached a point where we trusted each other and could talk easily which resulted in my fifth brand new friendship. This incident boosted my confidence and in fourth grade I ran for class leader and won the very classmates I used to resent backing me. I am still an introverted person who can't talk much without knowing the person well and I still can't communicate my problems to teachers and adults in my family without the familiarity of knowing each other well but I can hold a polite conversation without stuttering anymore and strike a conversation to ease the tension. This quote changed how I behave and made me believe in my non-existent gift. Now I have several non-existent gifts that made me survive middle school and now I

The school having started, as I made my way to the class my teacher asked me to step outside for a bit to talk to her about this incident. She asked me to explain everything that happened again. Afterward, she called the other girl out waiting for her explanation, letting her know my mom had already called the teacher and told her the truth. I guess the girl got scared since even my mom also got involved making the issue more serious than she had expected it to be. Seeing no future in lying further on this, she finally confessed everything, from when I had dropped it to her keeping both of them as one.My teacher then asked me to go back and that she will figure this out. I went back to my seat feeling satisfied and glad as I had finally got what I wanted,

Norman asked me to stay after class if I needed assistance. I responded in a rude tone, “No thanks” and stormed out of her classroom and started making my way to my bus. The reason why I was so hostile towards my teacher was because I felt that she was making fun of my reading. That evening I opened up my textbook and went right to the word important. After two hours constantly pronouncing important I knew I was still saying it incorrectly. So I decided to go to bed and that’s when I came to my decision to reconsider Mrs. Norman’s offer. The next day after class, I walked towards Mrs. Norman’s desk and apologized for my attitude and explain why I acted in such a rude way. She accepted and my apology and asked her, “Is the offer still on the