PACT Reflection Paper

I grew up in a religious household, with a religious family. Until I got to about middle school, me and my family were very involved with the church. Our belief isn’t that we have to go to church to be close with God, but we still went all the time to be apart of the “Christian community”. My family missed church maybe once or twice in the year. But life got busy, having 4 kids in middle school and high school, and two parents who were writing a book, was what consumed most of our time. Time went on and the amount of time we spent at church and focused on our religion lessened every week, until we were going maybe once a month.

Writing is an art in which letters come together on a piece of paper and make words, words then make sentences, and eventually, these sentences make a work of art. There are many different factors that go into this work of art. One of these factors being the organization of sentences and paragraphs in a logical way to make your work comprehensible. The next being proper grammar and sentence structure the way words come together is probably the most important piece of writing as it prevents any misconceptions. Finally, the third aspect of writing that I would like to talk about is the contents of the piece or in other words the voice of the writer. The effect of a strong voice is making the reader feel like they are a part of your work, this helps to convey the message in the way it was intended. Throughout my life, I have composed many pieces of writing in which some made me proud to put my name on and some that I was not so proud. Throughout College Composition I, the writing process became more practical for me as in the past I dreaded writing as it would take an absurd amount of time to write every paper. This came with the style of the class, checkpoints along the writing process kept me on track. This led me to two finding significant findings in my writing. Firstly, my organization, sentence structure, and grammar improved tremendously when writing before class this year this was a colossal problem in my writing. Furthermore, the creativity I am now able to

I remember when I was six years old, playing soccer for the first time that I could ever remember. The sport was a fun, stress-free experience. Team member’s parents would cheer on their children even if the child could only kick the ball a yard in front of them, chanting “Go Tigers, go Tigers.” Children in the 6 and 7-year-old age group would run around playing this game called soccer in their bright neon orange jerseys. We didn't know what we were doing but we were having so much fun - things like logic and grown-up reasoning didn’t matter to us.

“If you wait for inspiration to write you're not a writer you're a waiter.” - Dan Poynter. I have felt like writing was not my greatest strength. I feel like I didn't have anything important to say. Looking back to my journal or diary call it whatever I would always write about how my life, the drama middle school me was in, my love life and the fights that would happen between me and my family. I wanted to reflect back on to my work and find out what my strength and my weakness. There have been times where I have been asked to read somebody else's writing. I would think it was so great that I felt discouraged that my work of writing wouldn’t be as great as theirs. My form of writing I feel is more characterized negatively because I don't share my success and triumph often as I would like to.I talk about my failures more. I feel like I do this because I don't want to share about my failures with another human. I know that I would like to write them down so then I can reflect back onto my failures and know how I could better myself and have a better chance of succeeding. I would disagree that my past life as a writer has given me a voice in the world mainly because of the topics I would write about. They weren’t important to others, they were only important to me. Writing in the past was more what was happening day to day and my relationship life, if anything exciting or upsetting happened, my honest opinions of people. Also the secret that I didn't want my mom to find out.

As a Nepali refugee who had never heard of football until he came to America, the transition to play for my school team was not easy. I did not have an easy experience so I had to earn to play for the team. In this paper I will use ethos, pathos, and logos appeals to prove that I entered the discourse community of my High School Football Team by developing knowledge, demonstrating my loyalty to teammates, and creating bonds with the teammates who helped me to become a true football player despite knowing I am from another culture who do not speak the same language and do not anything about football. It is important for everybody to learn the experiences of others because there might be somebody out there who wants to be part of any team, but maybe they are afraid to step up to join that team thinking he or she is different among all. It doesn’t matter who you are, but it’s important that you become part of a team you are interested. You will learn to make friends, boost leadership as well as communication skills like I did by becoming part of high school football team.

In this rationale I will discuss what I learned in this course as it pertains to the four personality types and demonstrate how I will use this new knowledge in the classroom.

Throughout my four years of high school I have attended many classes, sport events, and had many other experiences that changed my view on life. As i later look back on these experiences. I see how much they really changed my view on people, the way I treat them and about life in general. Over the years, all of these experiences and situations have built me up and turned me into the person that I am today.

From birth I have lived in the same little community, a quiet place where literally everybody knows everybody. Come hunting season or Sunday morning the quiet dead little community all of a sudden looks like a metroplex. Everyone shares a common love for God, family, and the great outdoors; these core values have directly shaped me into the person I am today. I have been raised up in a very close knit family, and being that we all live on the same county road, every Sunday evening without exception my whole family gathers together to enjoy a good home cooked meal, and the time spent with each other.

The Jesus and Christian Community class at Fresno Pacific University is a course where a student can further develop their relationship and understanding of the Bible while discovering a relationship with Christ. All incoming freshmen are required to take this course as a part of their general education requirements which focuses on the book of Matthew, his interpretation, and the historical background of the Bible. One of our assignments is to help incoming pupils understand a certain verse and its purpose. The section we will be focusing on is the in Matthew chapter 17 verses 14 through 21 in addition to the Sadducees and other related topics. Jesus has followers which are the general public and disciples who are the people who claim to be devoted to God called the Pharisees and Sadducees. The faction of the disciples called the Sadducees are a group that are not characteristically what one would depict as humble servant of Christ. They followed their own set of rules and had standards that were different from the Pharisees, the followers of Christ, and Jesus himself. As we continue this discussion, we will see the importance of the verse in Matthew along with the roles the Sadducees and the things that influenced their cultural views.

I grew up in church and in a Christian home which I do appreciate because some people do not have the opportunity as I do. Personally, my domination is a Methodist because my father is a full time Methodist pastor. My faith when I was younger was weak, because we for example had a dress code for my family on Sunday we had to wear Sunday best (girls are not allowed to wear blue jeans). We had to set examples for others. My dad talked about it does not matter what clothing you wear if you have clothing on. All that matters are that we are here to worship the one and only savior. Now that I look back my view on Jesus as a little kid would have to be a Judgmental God and a Gocha God because my step mom would want us to seat an example while we were at church and we would always get in trouble if we do something wrong in church. In the summer of my Middle school year I went to Camp Loucon and my faith grew stronger because one night during worship I felt a tug on my heart. The tug you cannot get rid of. I knew Jesus needed a home in my heart. So, I went up to the alter the Dean of the camp came up to me and said what do you want me to pray for I said accepting Jesus Christ as my Lord and savior. When he was done praying I felt this piece of calmness, and such greater joy that I can’t explain. I felt so happy I started to cry. (I usually never cry). Later that night my cabin laid on a basketball court at camp and looked at the stars. I said, “there’s a lot of stars up there”.

As a 6th grader, everyone was excited about one thing, Junior High. Where the school was bigger and we were moving away from the younger kids. All the while, all I could ever think about was trying to fit in. I never had many friends in the first place and my appearance certainly didn't help my cause. As a 12 year old, I was overweight and referred to a doctor for weight loss, but more commonly my wii fit reminded me daily that it was time to exercise. Something extremely significant was the thick black rimmed glasses that I needed to wear to correct my astigmatism, or maybe it was my front teeth crossing one another that got the most attention. Needless to say I was never one of the popular girls and most everyone wrote me off.

As I walk into school, I was shocked because of how different it was from elementary school. I look at my schedule, and go to my homeroom. The teacher seemed nice so I was already happy. She greets everyone, talks about who she is, and then we are called to the auditorium. We all stand up, and follow the teacher to auditorium. When we get there we are seated on the balcony, I look down and I see the 7th and 8th graders, thinking to myself that I have a long ways to go until high school. The principal walks in, everyone quiets down and listens. The eighth graders already knows who he is because they went here in 7th but the seventh graders went to the 6th grade center, sometimes I wish it was still opened but at the same time I don't because I am so used to it not being here. The principle talks about responsibilities, and how to be a successful student, when It was over, he dismisses us to go to 2nd hour, art. I am not a big fan of art because I am not very good but it was still fun. She talks about the rules, and phones, the main stuff and how not to use the paint. Then it was 3rd hour, pe, he talks about the same thing that happened in last hour. Then I had social studies, MS 101, English, math then science, and they all talked about the stuff I already explained.

Going from 9th to 10th grade was a huge learning experience. At my school, Central High School, they had the 9th graders separated from the rest of the high schoolers. But that wasn’t my problem I had to go to a completely different school system, Russell County School system, they had all the grades combined. Russell County also wasn’t very known for a good curriculum. Central’s curriculum was more advanced than them. I learned how to transition from doing the minimum work needed to have to go above and beyond for my school work. High school I was able to learn many things, but the most important was learning to properly read and write.

In junior high and high school, I reached a height of 5’2”. I did not have any more growth spurts after I reached that height. I gradually began to increase my weight because I was developing more muscle mass. My body changed and became toned with all of the sports and core activities that I participated in. When it comes to puberty and sexual awareness, I was scared and nervous because I did not know what menstruation was until I first started my period in junior high school. I was nervous that something was wrong with me, so I talked to my mother. She began to explain what was happening to my body and gave me advice to cope with the changes. In this stage of my life, I did not have any major illnesses or accidents. Occasionally, I caught the common cold and my allergies acted up, but I did not develop anything serious. Once or twice I developed strep throat, and I saw a physician to receive antibiotics to clear it up. During junior high school, I continued dance and cheerleading. I had dance practice twice a week during the evening, and cheer practice twice a week after school. My exercise level increased when I joined high school because I devloted all of my time to one sport. I chose dance over cheerleading, and tried out for the Pizzazz Poms Varsity Dance Team. During this sport, I practiced five times a week for two hours. When it comes to my eating habits, my mother always cooked me a healthy breakfast before school and packed my lunch. Before

I have always had an interest in the history of the world and the different cultures that have developed. History was a fascinating subject it lets you look into the past, but it will also give you a glimpse of the future if you pay attention. So I went and took all the history classes that I could at Crafton. The religious classes in the beginning were just to fulfill the prerequisite to transfer, then it became if you take these two more classes you will get a degree in it, then it became my major when I decided to transfer.