Personal Narrative-Controlled Thoughts

After Dallas had convinced everyone else that going to the bar and getting shit-faced was a good idea. She was forced to go as well. Seeing as how she was practically their baby sitters. Darry stayed behind with Johnny and Pony, not wanting them to go. While she was stuck with Dally, Steve, Two-Bit, and Soda. And she as the designated driver. They all looked old enough to be drinking, even though they weren't, so they got to go into the bar.

My older brother used to tell me about all the fun simulations that he got to do when he was in challenge. I was very envious because I had never done a simulation. So, when my 3rd grade teacher announced that our class was going to take part in a simulation, I was very excited. We had started learning about how in the olden days, native Americans didn’t use dollar bills to pay for things. They traded things like food, weapons, and clothing for things they needed.

I went to the United State four years ago. At first, I was really feel out of place. The weight of not knowing English and not having any friend heavily pushed me down to depression. I did not talk to anyone. Everything in my life went downhill. I got bully in high school my first year here. Because of how I look and how I talk, people would make fun of me. It went really bad that one day. I went to school at 7am as usual, and went straight to my locker. There were a word that written in sharpie on my locker. It said "FAGGOT". My face went blank. I did not know how to react, but stood still for five minutes. After that incident, I did not trust anyone. I completely "shut down". I started to self-harm and it was not healthy at all. However, feeling the physical pain made me forget how cruel this world is.

Being part Italian comes with a few stereotypical ideas including: you most likely talk with your hands, are very affectionate, and animated. These stereotypes are true and very apparent in my style of intimacy and emotional expression. I have grown up in a very loving, nurturing and affectionate environment where hearing the words “I love you,” are the norm. In my family we hug and kiss each other on the cheeks both when greeting and/or saying good-bye to each other. My Nonna is also known to pinch those same cheeks or at times give an affectionate pinch on the rumpus. I thought all families were similar in how they expressed their love and affection for each other until I started hanging out with friends at their homes and boy was I

My entire life I have always struggled with depression. I did not produce any outward signs of it to the world around me until I reached third grade when I told my mother, “I do not want to be alive anymore” to which was not handled well.(instead of getting me the help I needed she grounded me and I was treated as if I did something to get myself in trouble). I wasn’t given any actual help until the end of eighth grade and the beginning of ninth. I started to see a counselor and started to take medication; it all helped for quite some time but toward the end of ninth grade something terrible happened.

It was a raw, dull time of year, nearing the end of November, the kind of drizzly, self-pitying November day when every grain of sand stands out clearly. The frosty clamp of the Canadian winter was just about in full effect, but this day in particular blew its wet emotional gusts all around me.

Yeah, it sucks for me to employ the Urge to verbalize with you in quantity. Moreover, I understand how hard you work your ass off. Conclusively, I have to verbalize: So..Much..Love..I'm sick a little "not sure If you want it.If you do or not. Give me all your love. As I will give you dote even if you're sick."love ya.

A whisper breathed through the back of my mind. My conscious spoke to me the words of the devil. I shake my head off the destructive and corrosive talk. I’ve been brought down by the battles that goes through my head. My mind became a violent site of negativity against my internal self. A place where no rays of sun can radiate through. My confidence slipped away as I hit rock bottom during my junior year. The joy I had diminished. The ember of my fire extinguished through the lost oxygen as I slowly fall apart. My last breath was my last hope I had in myself, only for it to be smother by the devil of my mind. On nights where I have to study for my upcoming tests, I get overwhelm by all the topics I have to study. Stacks of notes and annotations dated chronological order and side notes written on post-its were in front of me. There are no number of hours I could spend studying or cramming in information that could compete against the negative emotions that were consuming me. It hindered me from

QP engaged Tatiana in participating in a CBT activity geared towards anger management. QP explained to Tatiana that the activity will her learn to manage anger effectively, look at violence acts and the treat of violence and develop self-control thoughts and actions. QP provided Tatiana with the definition of anger and provide an example. QP discusses with Tatiana the differences between anger and aggression. QP asked Tatiana to give an example of an aggression situation. QP asked Tatiana to explain, “When do anger become a problem for her”. QP brainstormed with Tatiana ways anger can affect a person physically. QP explained to Tatiana, that inappropriate expression of anger initially has apparent payoffs such as releasing tension and controlling people, however these payoffs leads to negative consequences.

There are a couple times when I’ve used Bottom-up processing (p. 124) at some of my jobs. One time was when I had first my job at Magic Waters. I was told to set all the cabanas up and stock the mini fridge. Which was the only thing I was never taught. I was unable to ask for help because we were opening in less than 10 minutes. Even though, I had no clue how things were set up. Therefore, I imagined how they would be normally be put together. Then, once they were nicely set I found the refreshments in the storage for the fridges. Another time is at my current job which is at Pizza Hut. My manager told me to take over the cut table. Cutting the pizzas were self-explanatory. It was just the additional items the customers wanted on their pizza

A friend told me something extraordinary. She said the last thing a person sees when they die is recorded in their brain. So I thought about that and it wasn't long before I comprehended the horror of it. Follow my thinking here. The brain is working enough to capture the final image. Now what if other parts of the brain are still functioning? If that is true then it means the mind is still active. If only for a few seconds. How long would those seconds last with only that last image to see. It keeps me up at night.

“At my grandparents’ house there was no toys, no pets, no TV in English, so when I stayed there I had to come up with things to do. I tried rolling summer-warmed oranges around the yard in a sort of bowling game in which I tried to knock down sparrows that had come in search of worms. But after twenty minutes of this I was bored.” (ch. 11 p. 38)

I really wouldn't want to share a brain with anyone. I think it would be extremely frustrating to not ever be alone physically, but also you would never even be alone in your thoughts.

My first experience with a self-fulfilling prophecy in my career involved myself at my first professional job post-graduation in 2005. I had joined a non-profit trade organization for Real Estate Appraisers as a Marketing Coordinator. Like most non-profits, the staff was very lean and the organization was looking to run their marketing efforts as cost efficient as possible. In the early 2000’s, Google released “Google Adwords” which allowed advertisers to deliver ads to users who had searched for specific keywords. My boss was already overworked came to me one day and said, “You are young; this is something you would be interested in.” I was given a budget and I was now managing our digital marketing efforts.

My third visit to Mrs. Casanova’s class has thus far been my most productive, in terms of applying something I have learned both from this class and UCF in general. With the end of the middle of the second nine weeks rapidly approaching so too are classroom summative assignments. During my visit on the twentieth I was able to both see the test creation process in a PLC and participate in the creation of some questions. Two of the three teacher I have been able to spend time with in the classroom, the first being in internship and the second, Mrs. Casanova with service learning. Both teachers employ direct instruction as their primary means of conveying information, with Mrs. Casanova using it more than the honors and AP teachers. However, within the PLC the test questions were being created for all classes, rather than having separate questions for AP, honors, and regular classes, with the only difference being the written response questions being more challenging in upper classes. Due to this, content evidence was very important, especially for the upper classes, as they technically would be getting the same test as a regular. Beyond this however, the instruction leading up to the test also had to be evaluated as the questions were made with AP in mind. According to the book, content evidence connects to state standards and what the students need to know based off this, which should be reflected within the instruction (pg. 396).