Reflection About Life

I was excited for a new beginning in my career, maybe to prepare me for high school in the upcoming years. The idea of beating boys in soccer got me excited, my blood pumping harder through my veins and put an extra spring in my step. It was the first practice of our middle school season, where my life would be turned upside down. I ran down the field as normal, going for another shot on goal, but out of nowhere one of boys came from behind and completely took out my knee, causing me to collapse in pain. Lying down on the field, my sanctuary, the place I saw as home was probably the most grueling time of my life. Injuries were common in my life, but this injury was unlike any other. I could not get up off the field and felt as if there was nothing left in my knee, and every time I tried to get up, I fell right back down. I never sat out a practice until that night and figured one day would be enough. One night was clearly not enough, I was never able to catch back up to my full speed, or be able to cut around the field, which resulted in moving positions from forward, to defense to cut back on the running. I thought this would a temporary position, but I played every game in

I feel strongly and I am convince that the fact that I had a headache and blocked sinuses affected my learning during the course time.

I was scared out of my mind when I saw the words “Hamstring tendon avulsion injury accompanied by 4mm of fluid present between bone and tendon.” I had no medical history and was unaware of what these words were supposed to mean for my future in playing soccer but I know it wasn’t good. I had torn my hamstring tendon straight clean off the bone and the sensation traveled all the way down my leg and on the back of my upper leg all I could feel was a ball of torn and jumbled tissue and muscle. The only thing that I remember is the doctor looking me straight in the eyes and telling me “ You may never run again let alone play soccer without surgery which still isn’t guaranteed to help you”. In that moment everything froze I was going a million miles an hour but everything was dead and I lost it, I had every emotion in the book exploding from my brain and my heart. From that moment forward I was put into six grueling months of physical therapy. I was determined to be back playing in my first club game in August no matter what the Doctor said; he was wrong. I was pushed physically and emotionally by my physical therapist 4 days a week for six long months. If she wasn’t painfully digging her strong hands into the targeted pain spot, then we were outside attached to a bungee and she was holding me back while I ran along the street. I took time and commitment every day whether I was doing exercises

Excellent questions are the key to understanding a text since it requires deep processing of information; from what was just read or from another source that you need to search for. The internal processing can only truly begin when the reader is willing to join in on the academic conversation that is already happening. By joining the conversation, the reader has read numerous texts relating to what they are inquiring about therefore they have already begun asking stupendous questions. The academic discussion is only possible because of critical inquiry from the reader. For example, while I read Ta-Nehisi Coates memoir Between the World and Me, I continually questioned what Coates was saying about the injustices he faced. I had already believed

For the purpose of this essay the Kolb’s model of reflection (1984) has been chosen as a guide to reflect on administration of oxygen therapy. Administration of oxygen therapy is the aspect of nursing practice that I selected as a result of completing the case-based learning scenarios. I will explain how the administration of oxygen therapy can have an effect on a patient’s activities of daily living (ADL), including some of the psychological and ethical issues. Breathing is the selected ADL that has been chosen to demonstrate how I implemented the aspect of nursing practice on clinical placement. Changes have been made to protect the anonymity and maintain confidentiality of the patient and clinical placement, in accordance with the NMC

Live, Love and Learn: My personal philosophy of life is one of ethics. I believe that we have an obligation to ourselves and others. Let’s begin! I am a secular humanist, and I let these principles guide me. The hardest part of any journey is the first step. You attract what you feel. Reap what you sow. I believe in Love and Truth.

What concepts, principles, or ideas that you have learned, do you think you will remember the most after you leave this class?

I’ll say right off the bat; this course was definitely more than just a history lesson for me. I was the sojourner exploring ideas from the past, learning how history trickles down into the present and future. If I had to do it over again, I would pay more attention to the legends, folktales, and out of class readings that were discussed since they are so rich in life and human nature. Learning about how the different cultures lived reiterated the lessons of the struggle for survival. Heretofore, I was too naïve by expecting this to be a boring history class. The truth is, I ended up learning much about life in the end. If a mind is open to finding some sort of insight when learning, chances are you will probably find what you are looking for.

Life is made up of many different experiences, both good and bad. It is through these experiences that we grow and become the person that we are today. Whether in personal life, school life, or work life, we are constantly expanding our knowledge and ability. When one takes the time to look back at all the experiences they have lived through, they can truly appreciate where they have come from and how much they have developed over time. When I reflect on my own experiences in life, education, and work, I realize that I have every tool I need to succeed in the workplace.

Over the course of this semester me and our group success have participated in a variety of activities coordinated by the Counselor Mrs. Warren which touch on topics oriented around college, careers, and ourselves as people. These activities taught us life skills that we can apply in our life. For example, some of the activities included learning to do or determine our SMART goals, long term goals, skills/strengths, values and making decisions based on them, pathways to our potential career/education. Therefore, what we learned as a group with Mrs. Warren was how to apply those life skills taught in everyday life, How we would reach point A to point B, and learn more about ourselves as people.

When reflecting on our lives it is clear to see how different circumstances have molded us into the person that we are today. While we may not understand at the time why this event may happen to us, it is a part of our growth. Dealing with pain that wants to consume everything that makes us unique, we have to find the strength from within to deal with it. Taking a sociology class helps an individual to have a better understanding of what they have been through and why it might have happen to them. Social class, race and gender play a part in the experiences that someone has to deal with throughout their life. In this paper, I am going to reflect on how these three different status have affected my growth and understanding as a person.

Sitting on my bed as I put lotion on, legs swinging, head swaying, as I listen to the sounds coming from the boom box. He walks in and rubs my hair, I looked up and smiled with my mind at peace, not knowing that my life will be changed forever. Paul Boese once said, “Forgiveness does not change the past, but it enlarges the future.” It took me some time to understand Mr. Boese; when I became a mature adult, I realized he was saying a lot with just a few words. Forgiveness helps your trust, attitude, and furthermore your entire outlook on life. I wish I could take back the day it all first started but I have moved on while still forgiving.

Before attending the University of Rochester, I had never been exposed to a different culture other than my own. Actually, I had never been exposed to a demanding educational system, not even time management. Every single thing that I have experience since I step a foot in Rochester itself is new for me. Consequently, the CAS 145 course provided me with support which allowed me to be more confident in myself, it permitted me to view my surroundings and realize that I am not the only human being who comes with a weak educational background and is trying to find a rhythm in order to succeed in a prestigious university.

I was a student at Prince Nora University (PNU) in the College of Education in Saudi Arabia. Most of my classes at PNU seemed challenging because of the limited number of qualified professors. In my first half of my study, we had foreign male and female professors from Egypt. The teaching methodology mainly used memorization and there were neither time to ask questions during the lessons nor time for discussions. I would copy a lot of notes after which the professor attended one or two lessons briefly to go over the notes and to give further assignments.

When I first start to think about my life, who I am, and who I will be, I begin to reflect on everything that has ever happened to me in the seventeen years I have spent on this Earth. I think about the things that make me who I am today; the cracks and openings of my heart which have shaped my soul to be the way it is. Growing up is never easy; however it is something we all have to go through. I once believed I was being raised by two loving parents, in a comfortable home, filled with laughter, tears, and stability. All seemed right growing up, but for reasons I’m not quite sure of, I always felt alone. My perception of this seemingly normal household with my two loving parents was in fact a façade. The reality of my upbringing was so vastly different in ways I truly cannot comprehend. My parents divorced when I was eight years old, however they continued to reside together. My life as I perceived it became clear to me only after my mother and I left our “Home” though it was never truly a home, but a house filled with secrets, pain, and shame. I began to understand my loneliness was fact and not just a feeling. My life was clearly defined by my perception of my family’s dysfunctionality. This experience has enabled me to take a path in my life different from my upbringing. I will turn this nightmarish life into a new passion for helping others.