On The Move Reflection

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 was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

That day it went by to fast my brother and I tried spending as much time as I could with my dad. That night I went to bed sad I didn’t know if i would wake up in time to say goodbye to him. That morning I woke up and ran to see if my dad was still here. I ran into the kitchen first where I saw him eating ready to leave. He said that they were going to pick him up in ten minutes. Next thing you know we here a knock on the door. I went to answer the door it was some men in uniforms they were there to pick my dad up. My dad said goodbye to us I started to cry when he was leaving and so did my brothers and mom.

As a kid I only got to see my dad on the weekends and those were the best days I had, I never understood why I couldn't live with my father full time because my mom never lived a stable life. My mother wasn’t as bad as it seems, she always made sure we had food and somewhere to stay even if it wasn't the greatest, even living with my mom my dad still paid for almost everything I had. When I was about 8 years old I lived in Mccomb and it was my dads weekend and I was so excited to get off of school and go see him, When I got home I was shocked to find everything packed up and my mom told me to get in the car, I was so upset to find out that me, my two brother, and her and her boyfriend were off to Florida. The whole trip to Florida I balled my eyes out and all I remember was that I kept saying that I wanted to live with my dad and that I hated my mom, I wondered how she could just up and leave without telling my

Even six year old me could see the great suffering my father experienced not only mentally but physically. I recall once walking in the bathroom and seeing my father vomit, it was the first time I seen him so vulnerable. I could see the pain in his eyes. It was our third month in the united states and my father could not find a job, it was killing him. He was considering a job as a dishwasher to support his family, for that I could never repay him. A sprinkle of hope glimmered in our dark world when my dad got a job as a dispatcher at a local Airport, when I look back now I wonder if father ever felt disappointed that his hard nights of studying in college was futile, if he know that he would have to give up his career to support his family. Soon we moved out of my aunt and uncle’s how’s into a small one bedroom apartment in a sketchy neighborhood. By that time my mother has lost a total of thirty pounds. The once vibrant and sociable women was always tired, she often made called relatives back home which resulted in her crying for hours. My father would often cook and clean, it was fascinating to see my dad performing these tasks

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.

The day was cold and rainy, and usually, days like these entails bad news. My dad came home with a grim look on his face and he said, “I lost my job”. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The words struck me like a bullet and I immediately ran upstairs and cried. It was the year 2008, the time where the economic recession was occurring. Countless of people lost their jobs. At the time, my family and I were living in West Chicago, Illinois and I was very upset because I knew that my life was about to be turned upside down. We never imagined the economic decline would affect us, maybe we were in denial, maybe we should have expected the worst but nevertheless, it was shocking. Since after my dad got laid off from his job, we had no

Due to economic circumstances and my father's alcohol abuse, my family suffered from family problems and emotional pain. My father would come home drunk and argue with my mother about our economic circumstances. I was too young to understand what was occurring between my parents and I grew up believing that this was the typical family. I remember a specific occasion when my dad came home and he said that he was tired of us. He left my mom with my three siblings and I without money and anywhere to go. This situation terrified me and caused me to focus in school to forget about my personal problems. I could not understand how my father could leave us and not care for us. We then lived in someone's garage because we could not afford a home. Throughout

I grew up in a very poor neighborhood hood, so everyday for me was difficult not knowing if I will eat or sleep on the streets. I can remember the moment where my father abandoned my mother and I. I was very young at the time I had just turned 7 years old. My father and mother had a very unhappy relationship it was very easy to tell they were not happy. I remember it was a Monday, November 4, 2002 my mother was staying with my aunt because my aunt was diagnosed with cancer and my mother was helping her out. It was my birthday I was so excited that day because I was suppose to get a gift from my father. I woke up that morning ran quickly to his room to find him not there, I ran outside thinking he was fixing his car or just rebuilding the birdhouse

In the afternoon he usually spent a couple of hours locked in his room and at night he laid on his bed without being able to sleep. One day I was so worried that my dad didn't eat enough, so around the time he locked himself in his room, I went to listen to what was happening. It was then that I heard my father cry for the first time. Something told me that I had to look for a way to open the door and try to console him so I did. When I opened the door I told him that I understood his pain because I was feeling it too, my sister was on the verge of death but that didn’t mean I had to make myself sick. He said he knew I needed him and so did my mother but that he felt guilty that it was his baby the one sick and not him. As tears came out of his eyes, he told me that he wanted to protect me and my sister more than anything else. His incapability of taking my sister’s sickness away made him really sad but he also didn’t want me to see him so broken so he thought that by hiding himself from me, his pain would affect me less. There was a beautiful feeling in his words. I was used to seeing my dad constantly protect and embrace my sister and me, but I never knew how important his daughters were to

My father died of a sudden cardiac arrest back in 2001. Even though my family and I were aware of the heart failures he experienced throughout his life, none of us expected him to leave us so soon. He was the financial support of my family. When he died, my stay-at-home mother became the provider of the house and forged ahead without even being able to process the grief. My life changed in the blink of an eye until this day. I transferred from an elite school to a public one, where I received classes with 60 other girls in a crowded classroom with broken windows and

As dawn began to approach, on the 22nd day of September 2016, my father followed his path directly for his bedroom. Normally we would sit and talk about our days, and complain about how hard life is. That month was nothing but a cold silence that rang through the house as the garage doors shut. Today was the day that my father would tell us the truth. At the time our family and I were attending a church in Decatur. We had been members for over 10 years, and it was all going to come to a complete halt. Emerging from his room, my father had a blank stare on his face. A look that I would never forget. He began to inch forward and call us all to the dinner table. The topic of conversation began with a sudden burst of tears, and my mother reaching

My Great grandparents both had suffered great loses at very young ages that would change their lives overnight. James and Miriam fathers who names we do not know were shot on accident during a hunting trip and died. Their fathers were not on the same hunting trip and did not know each other. After the deaths of their fathers, James had to quit school at the age of 15 to help his mother pay bills by delivering newspapers and Miriam and her sisters were split up to live in different homes. The main reason Miriam and her sisters were separated was due her mother not being able to support all the girls on her own. Miriam never saw or heard from her sisters ever again. Both families struggled tremendously during The Great Depression.

Even thought my family was not the best my father was not any better. The second my father walked out my front door everything changed. I remember waiting outside my front steps hoping my father’s white pickup truck would pull up in the drive way, and calling him day and night hoping he would answer just so I can hear his voice and know that he was okay. But I never got any of that on the contrary he would tell me to stop calling him and to forget about him because he never loved me and that I was a bother to him. At that moment my heart shattered into millions of pieces and I just wished that it was a horrible joke, but it wasn’t. My father is an alcoholic and he doesn’t always think right he does thing that make him very impulsive. Since he is not in the right mind set I would not want to be around him knowing that