Personal Reflection

On 08/20/2017 at 1002 hours FTO Wheeler #4361 and I responded to St. Luke’s Hospital emergency room entrance, on 3555 Cesar Chavez St., regarding a women in a hospital gown trying to break the caller’s vehicle window with a brick. Officer Wheeler and I were in full police uniform driving a marked patrol unit when we responded.

I am a good writer but I aspire to be a great writer. Words have power and communicating a clear message to my audience is probably the most important ingredient. Every writer inherently knows there is always room to improve, there’s always a more effective way to say the same thing, and always a better use of grammar. Reflecting on my English 102 midterm progress, I recognize my use of rhetorical devices needs to be better employed to project a more effective argument. I recognize my growing vocabulary still needs more growth, but I don’t think it’s critical to reach most audiences. My confidence in developing and expressing a clear message has grown exponentially since English 101. I still find it useful to develop an outline before any writing project just to keep me organized and focused. The initial Diagnostic Essay and Editorial Analysis exploratory assignments provided the opportunity to conduct editorial reviews on other journalists’ works. I am now better equipped to conduct editorial reviews and revisions of my own writing at a semi-professional level.

After doing half of my intern at Living Water and taking two counseling classes at Trinity International University, I realize I do not have the gift for counseling. There are some skills that I do not have to make counseling a vocation. One of the skills is sympathy. I find myself praying for God’s judgement on people rather than their repentance. I have little tolerance for people conceited people. I try to keep conceited people as far away as possible, because I have a history clashing with them. If I was a counselor and I had a client that tried to sue me or do me any harm, any sympathy for the person would just go out the window in an instant.

Last semester, in one of my classes, I was required to write a letter to God. I do not remember the exact words, but I do remember telling Him that I do make a lot of mistakes and I struggle with issues that Christians should not be dealing with. I told God that I am not sure that I am the type of Christian that others should look up to. Although I knew the Word, I prayed often and never missed church, I still felt a void on the inside of me. I often compared myself to Hannah. I felt a barrenness on the inside of me and I did not know how to fill it. On top of the spiritual emptiness I felt, I also had to deal with emotional stress. When I started attending Regent University, I had several fears that tried to prevent me from proceeding. First, I feared my status as a double minority in a field that is predominantly male would prevent many doors from being open to me regardless of my academic ability. Secondly, I feared having a background in engineering and not biblical studies would put me at a great disadvantage in my classes regardless of my knowledge of the Bible. Whenever someone asked me a question, I would have an answer, but I was not sure if I gave the right answer because I was never licensed as a minister as a pastor. My role within the church was as a server. I cooked, I cleaned, I played with the children, I visited people, I hugged people, I sewed and I loved working with my hands. In fact, I was the one who usually served the pastors and I loved my work. In

The writing I did this semester for Engl 110c has meant alot to me because I was able to pick a topic that has such a huge impact in my life. I was able to do the topic about Navy Wives, which has a huge impact on me. I recently became a navy wife a year ago and my life has changed drastically. I was able to share everything I wanted to about the life of a military wife through my writings, as well as share to my classmates about my topic. I really enjoyed creating my ePortfolio because I could come out of my shell and be me. I made a ePortfolio website that would be for military wives to read. I believe this website would be perfect for any military wife reading it. I was able to give tips and information on what it’s like to be a military wife, how to prepare for deployments and how to stay strong being a military wife.

The reflection I see in the mirror tells me I appear the same as I did in high school. Same baby face. Same acne. Same person. I feel unchanged in my appearance, and I have carried that belief to other spheres in my life. Yet, looking back to how I accomplished work in high school, I can see the noticeable difference in the amount of time I spend on my work now compared to then. In addition, I entered Taylor not knowing a single soul. While I was not exactly Miss Popular in high school, I did have a good group of friends, who all embarked on their own journeys after graduation. Creating those friendships took time and effort, and I lost them in a matter of a few days of going off to school. So, I had to begin from scratch with friends when I started classes, and it has not been without trials and tribulations, like most experiences have been like at college so far.

English Comp I have taught me a great deal. This subject has helped improve on some writing skills that I never payed attention too as I began my writing career in middle school. I have improved in a major way in several subjects that can impact a person’s writing in a dramatic way. Evidence from three of my EN113 papers this semester provides evidence that suggest that I have succeeded in improving on my organizational skills, identifying grammar issues, and elaborating and describing events in more detail. Reviewing my previous papers, I have realized that I am still working on improving my MLA format.

At the starts, my first semester in college, I was not entirely sure what I was getting right into. I didn’t know what to expect and how should I act in this setting, but the main concern was in how difficult psychology should be for me as a student. I tend to not set goals for myself in anything and just go with the flow. I always want to break the mold since my usual routine is not something that I’ll be confident describing to anybody, so I must change it. I always want to better myself subconsciously, so I aimed to try and study by reading what I wrote down from each class period since reviewing seems to be the only method of studying I can manage. I am aware of the flash cards on the resources online, yet I don’t fully utilize it since I am slow at reading the textbook. My goal, I guess, is to not lose sleep at night over not knowing what I am learning by having a firm grasp on the chapter of interest. I have done an okay job so far by learning it the first time it is introduced since I don’t study well. I have met my goal in a sense, but something has got to change.

In the Fall of 2011, it had been decided I was going to have a surgery called pectus excavatum repair in September of 2012. When I was age five, my mom had started noticing my chest sinking into me like there was a person pressing on my breastbone. She immediately took me to my pediatrician to get me checked to see if there was anything wrong. The doctor diagnosed me with a pectus and told my mom there was a surgery to fix it, but they would have to make an incision from my collarbone to my belly button, then put a metal rod in me. After major discussion, my parents decided to wait for a new, less invasive option. We had waited a few years, and my condition had gotten worse; it had become time to rethink surgery.

In addition to all of the work that I described previously, I have also done enough to earn an A in this class. I am positive that my writing has improved since midterm, and I received an A for midterm. I have expanded more on my writing by actually explaining my thoughts and giving myself more time to read and process the articles. As I talked about the goals that I have for myself, I explained how I try to find the most accurate of information before making a decision. I related accuracy to how false information, such as a textbook “making it seem as though Native Americans did move for Western Europeans and colonizers,” which evokes the idea that “Native Americans can do it again” (November 5). Furthermore, I tend to restate ideas presented and then expand upon those ideas, thus creating another explanation or example for the information.

Being a human comes with inherent values, beliefs, and identities that both are a part of one’s hardwiring and develop over time. These core components of the human existence shape and influence every interaction and experience one may have throughout their life. In this way, I am no different from any other person. The course of my life has hinged on these abstract concepts of self. Further, my fundamental values, beliefs, and identities will impact the way I interact with clients and systems in my role as a social worker. To understand these, one must first understand my background and upbringing.

First semester of my senior year has taught me a lot about my writing abilities and how to be consistent with fluency, while increasing the maturity level being used within my writing. I have always thought of myself as a good writer, but having the opportunity to receive criticism from others has truly opened my mind to different views.

Because I finished my hours a few weeks ago, I will be generally reviewing my time at Lacey Spring and reflecting on the impact the school had on me and the difference I made on their student’s lives in the classroom overall.

During Summer 2014, I took my first college course “Math 10: Elementary Algebra” also known as remedial math. However, ever since I can remember, I have always liked math and this seems to contradict how I started my college career. My interest in math goes back to second grade when I received a 100 on my report card. In Bangladesh, grades are believed to reflect one’s identity, so I took a greater interest in the subject thereafter. After moving to New York, I continued to enjoy the subject though the language barrier prevented me from fully understanding the “universal language.” My passion for math waned, yet never fully extinguished, until eleventh grade when I took geometry. I was fortunate to have a teacher who made the class more enjoyable than any math I have experienced before. It was then I entertained the idea of becoming a high school math teacher in the future.

The system consistently fills silence in a timely manner, so by the time I’ve worked up the courage to say something I’m hesitant to, the conversation has frequently moved on. I can’t quite figure out how to word it, but there’s also something kinda artificial about the system that stops me from actually feeling things. It feels like the system doesn’t really connect to peoples’ emotions. One interpretation for this feeling is that people express vulnerabilities or try to connect with those doing so, they’re not doing it entirely because they want to, but partially because it’s expected and encouraged. Another is that we just haven’t really bonded with each other and are just forcing it.No matter the reason, I have a hard time feeling emotion in class, which completely kills my desire to be vulnerable.