Personal Narrative: When I Use Bottom-Up Processing

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People everywhere go through a lot of different experiences in their lives. These experiences could vary in importance, but all such experiences take a part in shaping a person. In my life I have gone through many experiences which shaped me in certain ways: some good, some bad. The experience I wish to reflect upon is one which taught me a good lesson. This experience which I would like to reflect on, taught me patience and gave me a lesson which I was able to learn from.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

All of the sudden I was in midair and was looking at the ground thinking “How did I get myself into this.” I felt scared because I was looking at the ground and was not close to the landing.

When I was extended seven feet above the ground, I knew we had succeeded. My two bases were in front of me and my backspot was behind me. I heard the familiar counts of my backspot “one, two, three, four”, I bounced and pushed myself up into my bases waiting hands, “five, six, seven, eight”, I straightened as my bases lifted me up to chest level. I locked my knees and stayed tight. I put on a smile and looked ahead. I felt my backspot release her hold on my ankles. I heard her voice once again, “extension, one, two, three, four”, I brought my hands down to my sides and focused on staying tight as I slowly rose, “five, six, seven, eight. I was all the way up. Then a few moments later I heard the counts as they brought me to chest level then back down to the ground. We had done it, we had hit the stunt and did an extension.

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose!”-Dr. Seuss. College is a choice where you chose what you want to do in life. How you want to direct yourself in succeeding in that goal. You might be someone that doesn’t chose to go to college, which is whatever because college isn’t for everyone. College brings us new opportunities in life. I was very interested in Augustana University during the college fair because they have sports, many majors, study abroad, and more!

Many years have gone by with much contemplation about what I wanted to do when I grew up. Due to my age, that vision has looked like many different professions. I started out with dreams of having an Army career starting at the age of 18, to have that quickly change when my new husband and I found we were expecting our first child. When our commanding officer found out, he spoke to us and explained that both of us could be sent to war at the same time. Rather than deciding which family member to give custody of our child to in that situation, I decided to depart from the Army and start my new journey as “mom”.

The Little Albert experiment was done on an infant boy called Albert. He was tested on his reactions to different stimulus. Unconditioned Stimulus is any stimulus that can cause a response without the organism going through any previous learning. Little Albert was considered as unemotional because he did not show fear of this stimuli, however when a hammer was struck against a steel bar behind his head made him feel fear. This is what we call and unconditioned stimuli. This noise made little Albert burst into tears. In this study, the infant was shown a rabbit, a white rat, monkey, and various masks. This is considered the Conditioned Stimulus on this experiment. A Conditioned Stimulus is a formerly neutral stimulus that, after merging with

i apologized about this , I didn't realize it was that many hours he, but I know there would be some over time this week we had couple of incident , the day we had to do Eric and ken write-up I had him site in both , also the Sunday training added to it , he also went over Tuesday when we did the Ops meeting , this is not the norm I will keep the hours in check

Over the last six weeks, I have enjoyed making progress on all of the goals that I have set myself. Most significantly, I have corrected the shape of my fourth finger through changes in my left-hand position and noticed dramatic difference in the ease and quality of playing. I found the changes I had to make difficult, and I committed considerable time to implementing slow and mindful practice. The most effective strategy in approaching this goal was practicing various finger patterns slowly and repetitively, noticing the look and feel of the correct technique. Over time I became more accustomed to the technique, and learnt to reproduce it in lesser time and with more consistency. I can confidently say that my technique is now improved after setting and striving for this goal.

About five years back, one of my best friends Jonny died, and to this day, I still grieve his death in my dreams and there are some days that I sit around and cry my eyes out. Some people don’t get it. Jonny was a very important part of my life and my brother’s lives. He never seemed to talk very much, but he brought this very positive mood to the group. He was like one of my brothers. His parents were abusive so he kind of had a rough run at it. He was never very book smart but he was very street smart. Nothing could frighten Jonny, he was fearless.

Pulling into the parking lot was a lot more nerve racking than I thought. I could feel my body shaking from head to toe; trying to remind myself to take deep breaths. This was the first time I wasn’t playing in the game, and I had anxiety just like every spectator had for my team. Everyone, including me, was rooting for us to win, and I didn’t want to disappoint. It had to be 90 degrees that day, because I could feel the sweat dripping down my face as if I had just run a marathon. My nerves didn’t help either, because it just made me sweat even more. When I grabbed the handle to open the door, my hand almost slid off because they were so sweaty. My friend’s dad grabbed it, and opened it for me. After I walked in I was handed a yellow and black brochure that said “Seton Academy” in big bold black letters. I found my name listed inside next to all the 8th graders on my team. It was St. Agnes vs. Marsh, and it was going to be an exhilarating game. We had worked hard all season to stay undefeated, which led us to the opportunity to play in the championship that day. I walked into the gym which was about 10 degrees hotter than outside, because of the extra bodies stacked closely together, and that’s when it started.

One sunny August afternoon 5 years ago I made a brash decision that I regret to this very day. A choice I look back to this very day and question: “Why in the world did I do this?”

When reading through the points listed in the article, I found myself connecting to all them. Some I found to be more of a weakness than others, but all the same, they were relatable.

I see myself: a young girl, maybe 3 years old, with her brother, an older, darker-haired boy with his arm wrapped around her. Behind us, a park. Our hair is a tangled mess, and from our windbreakers I can guess it is a windy fall day. Even though I don’t remember this photo being taken, I could tell you exactly what we did that day. On a late-fall Saturday in Virginia, my dad hauled his tackle box, my brother’s Spider-Man and my Tweety bird fishing rods as well as his own to 301 Park down the road from the first home I’d live in as a child. A typical day at that park would go like this for toddler-aged Peyton: fuel up with a Capri-Sun and Little Bites muffins, cast the rod. Reel in a leaf or two, pout in jealousy of the tiny fish my brother could catch. Take a break from fishing to feed the geese. Get bit by the geese. Take a break from feeding the geese by swinging on the swings. Down another Capri-Sun.