Reflection About Class

Prior to taking this class, my only real experience with writing consisted of text messages, e-mails, and employee appraisals. Influenced largely by the casual nature of social networking, I never took the time to reflect on my inability to communicate clearly and professionally via the written word. Given the relative success I experienced after dropping out of high school, I never really developed an appreciation for higher education. I worked primarily with my hands and didn’t understand the need to seek colligate writing skills. I planned to make my living off of the skills of my trade and had no intentions of expanding my career opportunities with needless classes. Now that I am in my thirties and lead a large military workforce, I am

Everyone is likely to experience some form of discrimination or prejudice; as is anyone capable of acting prejudiced towards others. On April 5th, 1968, a teacher in Riceville, Iowa named Jane Elliot conducted an experiment with her third grade class that dealt with the concept of discrimination; and was documented in Peters’ 1985 ‘A Class Divided’. The exercise originally took place the day after Martin Luther King was assassinated. The documentary is an eye opener to the world of racism and discrimination. Bucher (2010) describes racism as “discrimination based on the belief that one race is superior to another” (97). According to Bucher (2010) “discrimination is defined as the

I had my appointment on the previous week at the Writing center. I brought my 2nd project for ENGL 160 class. I scheduled tutor to “face to face”, because I think it is the best way to improve all of my mistakes. Before going to Writing center, I was thinking that this tutor doesn’t help me at all, but fortunately my thoughts was wrong and I enjoyed 1 hour of editing my project.

Before I started at UCO, I completed courses at both Oklahoma City Community College and OSU-OKC. My very first semester of college was at OCCC where I was straight out of high school. I finished high school online, so starting over and going to class was a learning curve for me. I was very anxious and shy starting out. I remember the first day of class, it was Intro to Psychology, and before going into class I cried in my car for twenty minutes because I was so nervous. I thought college would be an extension of high school and that I didn’t want to go through again. Once I talked myself into going to class, the first hour I did not remember. However, I quickly realized that college is nothing

Probably the main reason i wrote this is because this was the first essay i ever made.

The essay is your dad getting laid off from his ritzy Inner Harbor job and having to sell used cars for a living when you are 10 years old. Every few weekends, you would beg your dad if you could go with him to one of the exotic locales where he sells his cars. This weekend, it was Princeton, New Jersey. The buildings there look like scary European castles, but you agree to smile and pose and help your father stumble over his touch screen to send them, captioned “She got in!!” to a number labeled “Wifey”, who will probably have to read the text when she is driving home from the nursing home after a 16 hour

The Second Essay allowed to use my Critical Approaches and Self-Critique. Third essay required me to interpret or evaluate a text. In the fourth essay, it brought everything together that I learned during the entire semester all of the skills together helped me to. rite MLA style papers with citations and references, and this has helped me learn how to cite quotations properly and how to use quotations in the text of my writing. I used to make mistakes on these papers, and professors would always correct my citations, but now, I have mastered MLA style, and I know I can master other citation styles as well. This will help me in just about every class I have in school, as many classes use this common form of citation, so I have learned a skill that will be valuable for many years. Second, I have learned a lot about another country that I did not know about or understand before. We read "Two Kinds “and "Two Kinds” by Amy Tan,, and I became very interested in china after reading this, I believe she a very influential author. The book tells the

One thing that I learned was that an author’s argument can be supporting both sides of a topic, rather than just one. I thought that this was interesting because I think that you can learn more about a topic by taking a neutral stance. I learned that bias can come from any source, whether it is credible or not. This fact stood out to me because for my past essays in writing, I have been just finding credible sources and thinking that they are all one hundred percent correct. Similar to bias, I also learned about an author’s perspective. I learned that an author’s perspective on a topic can persuade me if evidence and thinking is used. Before entering this unit, I didn’t know how convincing some of the articles could

I first walked into class I thought, “man, this is going to be a tough day.” It wasn’t though. I had a

I walked in, My worst fear had come true I was the last person in the class! At first I didn’t like how I didn’t know anyone in the class but then I soon became really good friends with three of the people in the class. Coach Barbour greeted us by saying “Hi,How are you” this caught most of us off guard but i thought that it was really nice and I enjoyed being asked, teachers don’t ask how are you a lot these days. Coach Barbour gave us a lot of information that day and it was a little overwhelming and scary. I felt like this year was going to be very challenging, not only in academics but also socially. I wasn't sure if I would be able to adjust to this new surroundings and expectations of me. Coach Barbour did however, make me feel very

One idea I was worried of when I first walked into Assumption is that I might be lost trying to find my classes. The rest of the class seemed perfectly fine in that regard, but of course the first day of school I walked into three wrong classes. The worst being when I sat in Mrs. Imborek’s room with her religion class. I was confident as I looked around because he class had a few people I knew, but about 15 minutes into the class I realized I was not in the proper place. I knew our class wouldn’t let me forget

During the semester, four essays were written. The Personal Narrative essay was difficult because of childhood experiences. It required reflection on life where past experiences made if difficult in wanting to remember at all. It required all past experiences, good and bad, that makes me the person I am now. It helped to learn to appreciate the good things by measuring them against the bad ones and helped to realize I didn't have to go back to those experiences again. The hard times help me to remember to work hard to go forward in life to avoid the same experiences again. All the reflection in this essay allowed me to transmit the part of identity that is immersed in

One thing that I noticed was that each essay seemed to build off the last. The narrative essay made me describe a situation that I went through with good details. The

The first essay I’ve ever written was about my cat Jumper. I was in the fifth grade at Hutto Middle School when we got him. My Dad picked me up from school early that day because I had a dentist appointment scheduled. I had just gotten my first pair of silver teeth, which I thought were cool until the numbness started to wear off. I wasn’t feeling to well after that. My Dad was aware of how much pain I was coping with and decided to take me to a pet store to help me feel better. I always wanted a pet but of course, my mom was frantic about having it in the house. When we entered the pet store it seemed like we were in a different world. I was overwhelmed with joy and excitement as I walked around the pet store admiring each creature that I set my eyes on. There were so many unique animals to choose from; I wish I could’ve taken them all home. There were birds flying, dogs playing, cute fuzzy bunnies staring with their enormous eyes, and chunky hamsters constantly running on their wheels. As I continued to walk around I noticed a large box sitting on top of an old wooden table. I glanced into the box and suddenly my heart knew exactly what I needed. There lies the smallest kitten I’ve ever seen. It had a perfect red coat with beautiful brown eyes. I could feel my heart pounding as I stared at the frightened animal. When I picked him up it felt like he had already belonged to me. My Dad walked over to ask me if this was the pet I wanted and I immediately nodded my head yes.

Since the beginning of the semester, my writing has changed and evolved to accommodate and sustain longer essays. With longer essays, there is more room for in-depth analysis. Further analyzing a topic has led me to findings that I did not know existed. As I continue to write, I uncover addition and superior methods to approach my writing to the benefit of me and therefore, my audience. Throughout the semester, I have incorporated techniques to further my narrative throughout my writing.