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.

This reflection will discuss personal diffidence and how it has influenced my academic studies, including my practice within placement settings. Gibbs reflective cycle (Gibbs, 1998) has been utilised as it illustrates a clear structure for the process of reflection. To conclude this reflection will draw together the themes which have emerged and highlight a clear action for future learning that will be used in order to enhance my future practice.

I sat staring at the unending lines of code, all but giving up on the mess in front of me. The green ‘run’

When I was at a young age I used to love writing with all my heart. I would write only about fantasy because it was my own way of getting out of reality. When I wrote my fantasy stories I would go so deep into my writing that I would not notice anything else other than the words flowing through my mind as I write. As I grew older my writing changed. I started to write about my everyday experiences and my thoughts all on one paper. I found this method to be relaxing and I felt at ease when I begin writing.

I subcribe to the theory that best suits each individual’s need. One size does not fit all. I have never been an advocate structured test for grades because I do not believe that test give an accurate picture of what a student has learned. I am a lousy test taker, but ask me to write what I learned and I can go on for days. I am also not a fan of lecturing because it is boring not only to my students but also to me. I would much rather take a lesson and make it real, by using fun acitivies, videos and scenarios.

I felt like I lost my identity. My goals and my endeavors all started when I wanted to become an orientation leader for UWB in 2016. Having passed the written and group interview phase. I had a goal to leave no student feel like they were excluded, I was ecstatic that I was able to showcase my commitment to new incoming students while providing genuine care. The day of my individual interview struck me, I nervously walked in that day with an unfortunate outbreak of eczema. Embarrassed, I looked away while talking, pouring my heart into my words but not using my brain. A few days later I got a letter saying I didn’t get the job. My inexperience, shyness and lack of confidence were like shackles around my feet, reminding me of how powerless I was. After many failed attempts to get a job due to my lack of experience, the stability of my life started deteriorating. In the winter of 2016 my girlfriend cheated on me,only to cheat again after I had forgiven her. Close family members passed away and friends ended their lives too short. I didn’t have anyone to talk about my problems with, and my parents still expected me to be the perfect student. overwhelmed with pressure, grief, disappointment, and anger, I skipped classes thinking that there was no point, causing my grades to plummet, and my motivations and self-interest to slip away.

This week, I meet with my study group two times this week and we did a study guide for everyone to study from. Also, this week I frequently study each day and went to the library to study. I am little bit nervous about this test, because the information is so much, and I am having problem concentrating on the major and key concepts, however, I will have realized and focused on my test. This week, I visited Sandy and she showed me few tips how to tackle nclex question. Also, this week I hired a private tutor to help prepared for the test. Furthermore, this weekend, I will not work and eradicate going out with my friend and family. My goal for this week is to achieve 94 or above on this test. I went online this week and did several Nclex questions on quiz let and did a lot of practice test.

The first and the best lesson I got when I was a student in college is that whether we are in class or not, each day is a lesson independent from anyone else. As I go ahead toward my objective, I have developed and adapted such a great amount during the time to this point. Since I wind up noticeably youthful grown-up, integrity was not something I got just as support from my folks yet in addition anticipated. I went to the full comprehension behind the significance after I turn into an understudy. There were times when I confront the danger of losing and giving up my integrity. In any case, these sorts of circumstance are the one that causes you to hang on the esteem and comprehend the genuine significance behind the word. It intends to be consistent with one's self-esteem and convictions. This prompts ask an answer in regards to life and its advantages, which comes as a bundle including training and genuine involvement with Belmont. Lessons don't begin and end in the class, yet rather extend past or more. There is no limit or point of confinement to people longing to learn, ask and obtain more information.

Mr. Gibson came in to speak with us today. He told us how he goes about teaching his classes and formulates his lesson plans. I took down a lot of notes. I viewed Mr. Gibson as a strong, authoritative figure, with a bright sense of humor. He appears to be very aware of other people. He is a person who values learning something new every day. He loves that he gets paid to help people by using his belief system and he feels his teaching has clicked even more now that he is a parent. Mr. Gibson makes sure that the “Bellwether” Kids are always focusing in his class. Sometimes, students worry about their home. However, when they arrive at school Mr. Gibson gets them engaged in a lesson. They put all of their home worries in a “Sub-Basement”. While in class they should only worry about themselves and their engagement in the lessons.

The first few weeks of this class when we were going through all the essays we were going to write, I’ll be honest, I was a little scared to see where this semester was going to take us. But, now we are here and I feel very confident about all the work that has been done so far. Picking a topic for papers is always one of the hardest things for me to do, I tend to be a pretty good writer, but I get really indecisive when deciding what topic to write about. Eventually I decided to write about something I am passionate about and something I feel I have a a decent amount of knowledge on, politics. I chose the topic of raising minimum wage to learn more about it and because it is something which is very heavily debated in our society right now. I am a fiscal conservative which is why I chose the argument to keep minimum wage the same/lower it is because it coincides with my political beliefs. In my opinion raising the minimum wage leads to inflation, job loss, and raises the cost of literally every consumer good. Many people nowadays only get their news from one side of the spectrum which is why my goal was to show people who may only look at one side of the spectrum the other side of things. For this reason it was interesting researching all the groups of stakeholders, and ultimately it led me to writing an even stronger paper. Ultimately I am not looking for any specific reaction out of anybody I just want to educate people on some facts which I feel are important to making an

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.

Aristotle once said, "we cannot learn without pain," forming a causal relationship between frameworks of pathology and the framework of wholeness. Enduring pain, suffering, or oppression lays the foundation of strength, wisdom, and understanding in your life. To be more specific, my grandmother passed May 13, 2017. My grandmother and I were very close she was like a mother to me; my friend, a confidant, a spiritual leader, and mentor; she was my kindred spirit, my soul mate, if you will. When I heard that she had passed I cried for weeks, and being separated from my family made me felt isolated in my pain. For a week I was unable to shift my mentality, physical well being, and spirit out of mode of depression or mourning, it seems to encompass all of my thoughts, depress my spirit, and numb my body. Shifting my mentality of isolation, sadness, and depression into a mentality of rejoicing forced me to deal with my pain, and reflect on it by remembering my grandmother’s spirit of joy and love. My grandmother made it her mission to smile infectiously, hug people wantonly, and love people intentionally. Remembering that about my grandmother, made me step out of my grief and into a place of reflection, a place of love, and a place of hope. I hope that I can live the way she lived and allow her spirit of joy and love to live through me, and to affect others the way that she is affected me. In my morning her death, I remembered her life, I appreciated her presence, and appreciate

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.

Every individual’s life – and background – is unique. It is this experience unique to each of us that forms our views of the world. I am incredibly fortunate to have had the upbringing I did. Being a 19-year-old female raised on a ranch in the middle of nowhere with middle-level income, I have been exposed to the most basic of life concepts like the value of hard work, as well as the more complicated concepts like the invaluable interpersonal and interspecies relationships present in the ranching lifestyle. I learned most of my life lessons in a barn, out in a hay field, on the back of a horse, under the truck, or in the show ring. As a result, my political views at least somewhat reflect those of the people around which I was raised, giving me a unique political socialization.

…The human body's complex anatomy is a phenomenal mechanism. After witnessing my grandfather’s health deteriorating due to a heart attack and cancer of the kidneys, I became aware of how patients and their families can be affected. This made me appreciate how a doctor and their team play such an important part in helping to relieve a patient.