Reading Reflection

The aim of this essay is to highlight the importance of reflection. Initially by breaking down individual skills including curriculum vitae (CV) writing, book and journal evaluation and self-evaluation through sources such as the initial skills identification tasks and evaluation workbook (InSITE).

Intern met with resident K. Brown for the purpose of addressing her personal concerns and speaking with her about her community service hours. Kiara informed me that she completed her community service hours for the previous week. Intern asked her to verify the days she completes CS hours, and she stated Sundays and Wednesdays. Resident did express her frustrations by saying that she used to mess up with her CS hours, but she is really trying to do better. Intern advised her that another resident completes hers during that time, so she will have to do CS hours on Mondays and Thursdays or Mondays and Fridays. Intern also explained to her the importance of doing CS hours. It was explained that not only is this a requirement of the program,

I sat in my fourth grade classroom staring at the bookshelf when suddenly I caught a glimpse of a dark blue book with a heroic being on the front. I lifted the heavy book and began reading Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief. As soon as I started I fell into this mythical world where gods, monsters, and heroes all existed. It was a rollercoaster through my emotions. The thrill. The suspense. The surprising new book had a grasp on me, to stop reading it would be difficult. I felt attached. As soon as I started, I finished. Devastated, my chase of this feeling has never stopped, no other book has given me the same fulfillment as Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief. As a young reader I would love to find the same joy and thrill (as I did back

I printed out this email and I highlighted the answers we were to bubble in. However, once we began to bubble in the answers there was a problem. The overwhelming majority of the students did not know their address. This created a major problem because I was given only one paper with the students’ address. Thus, I had to spend the majority of the time helping students with their addresses. Around 10:50 Tammy Becker walked in and told my class that we were being too loud (I was doing my best helping students fill out their address). She said we were to start the test at 11:05 am. As a result, I made sure we did start the test at 11:05 am. At 11:05 am the students began testing. I followed everything we were instructed to do during the PSAT.

Sometimes, it seems that other students effortlessly understand everything that's put in front of them. That's not the case for me. I try extra hard at everything and try to avoid thinking my obstacles are greater than other students’. I always strive to make sure that I am doing what’s needed to offset my academic weaknesses. I seek help from my teachers and tutors, always spending the extra time needed to perfect my homework. Fortunately, my passion for reading, writing and verbal communications has paid off. While math and science are very hard for me, I’ve been able to build on my interests and do well in English and history.

It wasn’t until my junior year of high school that I realized my dream of going to college was within my reach. I began to not let my disability hold me back and started to broaden my horizons. I had started achieving things that I once thought were too difficult for me. By this point, I had taken my struggle with reading and turned it into a hobby. I had a growing thirst for knowledge and used my reading skills to enrich my mind. I had taken an interest in history and began reading historical and international books of study to learn more about the world. This level of passion for reading had taken many years to develop. I used this experience to help me achieve my goals in other subjects. I had never been the best at math, and I often struggle to learn the material. I would always do

As I was rereading my latter to me I wasn’t very clear about my stories and didn’t give enough detail for you to understand. How I wrote my latter to me was mess because I didn’t have someone else or I didn’t spend much time reread. In this class I learn the main ideal and have detail it’s how we know what the stories is about and the main point of tell the stories. I have learn to think outside the box like having connections things and when you have connection with what your read or write then you would have more understands what your talk about.

One problem that has transpired during my life is the aspect of course comprehension. This has greatly impacted my education. By not being able to comprehend the material taught in school, my grades will drop and I will not be properly equipped for my career. I had this problem in my earlier years of high school and knew that this was something that I would have to resolve before attending college. By being at a school where career minded subjects are taught, I knew it was quintessential to be able to fully comprehend the material taught in class. If I would be able to grasp the concepts taught, then I would be able to go into my career with confidence.

In the theoretical literature of this thesis, this dissertation has learnt that the three levels of reflection (descriptive, comparative and critical) can represent many of the classifications in terms of reflection. Of these level of classifications, reflective category one (Descriptive/technical reflective) is common for the majority of student teachers at the teacher education though category two (comparison/dialogic) is attempted by some student teachers (Colliver, 1999, Yost, et al, 2000). Very few student teachers, however, demonstrated a more open-minded approach to their experiences- an attempt to see things out of the norm, which can be taken as the third category, critical, of reflection (Yost, et al, 2000). Other authors, Hatton and Smith

The experience that I would like to reflect on this paper is that of Mr. Gregoris’ class participation in “witness talks”. We were each tasked in both the writing and the communication of our differing faith walks to the whole class. The objective of the activity was for each student to make their full introduction into the class, as well as open up about experiences and deep physiological challenges that they may have encountered in their lifetime. The ambience of the room during the witness talks is an interesting talking point, the room was dim, bordering on completely dark, however still had a quite calming feeling attached to it, reminiscent of being at home during a thunderstorm reading a good book. I went first and I wasn’t mentally prepared to go on the day, but nobody else was willing to go, so I decided to take the plunge. Subsequently following my actual talk, we also had to play music, to help us reflect on what we just heard, I didn’t have a song prepared or anything, so I just picked a random one, ironically it just had to be a song I was looking for, for a long time. Others went and shared their experiences and feelings, though I will not forget a few stories and I may never be able to unhear some others. At the end of the day, this was a congress of people connecting on an intimate level greater than what I would see from my own family. I saw the witness talks as a celebration of individuality and difference, especially in a world that sees humans as digits, stats and worst of all money. If even lifeless instruments, such as the flute or the harp, do not give distinct notes, how will anyone know what is played? (1 Corinthians 14:7).

Writing has always been something I dread. It’s weird because I love talking and telling stories, but the moment I have to write it all down on paper, I become frantic. It’s almost as if a horse race just begun in my mind, with hundreds of horses, or words, running through my mind, unable to place them in chronological order. Because I struggle to form satisfying sentence structure, it takes me hours, sometimes even days, to write one paper. It’s not that I think I’m a “bad writer,” I just get discouraged easily. Needless to say, I don’t think highly of my writing skills. When I was little I loved to both read and write. I read just about any book I could get my hands on, and my journal was my go to for my daily adventures. Although it’s

As I was growing up as a child I was the kid who really had a difficult time reading and writing. I didn’t like school that much I chose to play around majority of the class time. I honestly thought a child that I didn’t need it but that just being a kid. As I grew up more through elementary, middle school, and high school I really took a big step in my reading and writing. Reading was something I had to learn fast because I do have to read something every day. Growing up being who I am I always had very bad speech problems. Nobody could really understand everything I was saying, they always use to say speak slowly but being me, I speak very fast and still do till this day. I always got frustrated when someone would take notice of my wrongs. Always felt I was different but really, I just had to settle and relax. Just like a mellow soft pillow. Overtime I got better like riding a bike you never start off just riding you need training wheels starting off and you even go fall a couple time but you must get up and keep on moving. Of course, that was my hardest accomplishment because Jeremiah is still struggling with my speech and my reading & writing till this day. You can never get enough learning what my grandma always said. The best of best still being taught something new every day.

If you ponder about it, most people wouldn’t make it in this world we live in today if they didn’t know how to read and write. Reading is everywhere and is a very important, as well as a necessary, part of the human life. Everyday activities include reading road signs, magazines, billboards, texts, newspapers, emails, books, labels and so on. Over the years of learning how to properly read and write, my family and teachers have definitely made a massive impact on my reading and writing techniques that I use today. Books have been an enormous part of my life, if not one of the biggest. They provided me with unforgettable memories that I am thankful for today as I use their advice throughout my life.

When I was 10, my family moved back to China (I had attended school in the states from kindergarten through 4th grade) and I started public school. At first, I missed my old friends who all cried when they learned I was moving. However, when I saw my Chinese classmates waving at me and trying to squeeze through the door to greet me, I felt excited to make new ones.

Within the segment, the group member I was able to identify with the most was Casey. I sensed some connection with Jackie, however Casey was more in line with me being able to reflect. In the group she was able to express similar feelings that I have myself. The one word that she said during her dialogue that hit home was vulnerable. Before sharing Casey, expressed that she is unable to express her feeling opening, therefore she keeps her emotions bottled up until they basically eat her up inside. She also mentions the fact, people tend to see her one way and think they know about her. Nevertheless, she must put on facade because she doesn’t think she can truly articulate what she is feeling in an intelligent manner enough for those who judge her. Casey wants to be accepted by her mother for who she is and not for what her mother wants to be. She fears that if she tells her mother about her sexuality, her mother will not love and receive her with open arms. I too have those same feelings of wanting to be accepted by my mother.