Reflection Essay

When I first got accepted into Stuyvesant High School, I heard countless of rumors stating: “Oh the workload is terrible”, “The competition is so fierce” or “Out of schoolwork, extracurriculars, or sleep: you can only pick two.” I found it hard to let it faze me, since I graduated from one of the most prestigious middle schools. However, the rumors transformed into reality when I stepped into Mr. Nieves’ Freshman Composition Class. The workload at the beginning of the year was brutal, coupled with assignments from other core classes that seem unaware of the workload of other teachers. Reading assignments were a regular, and there were journal entries and occasional quizzes to keep us in line. What made it bearable was the friends I made in that class; everyone had their own opinion about the topic we were talking about, and listening to other perspectives really broadened my horizon and enriched my learning experience in Stuy. Another thing that this class has taught me is the importance of time management, a skill that I will carry on for the rest of my high school career and life. When I choose to sign up for Mr. Nieves’ AP American Literature class in my Junior Year, I was hoping to relive the discussion-based lesson plans and meet more outstanding peers. I was not disappointed, to say the least, reflecting through all the experiences at the end of the course. The lesson plans he laid out for us were an interesting mix between small lectures and class output, and what I

I woke up, it was Monday the first day of school at Cupertino Middle School. I got up and took in the eye shattering light from the Sun's burning rays, and got ready for middle school being careful to make every little detail perfect like my hair, shirt, and of course school supplies.

It is still so surreal to reflect back on my first semester as an incoming college student in the ENC1101 course, analyzing at my progression as a reader and writer in literacy. Since the first day of class I set in stone my goals for this class: receive a 4.0 GPA, develop my connecting theories skills in writing, and become more aware of objectives for each Unit throughout the course. All of these goals became achievements that not only make others proud but most importantly give me self pride. In order to earn the grades and achieve these goals, I went after every opportunity that I was given as an incoming college student, such as office hours and extra credit. By taking this course I have gained confidence with the utilization of literacy, and made an addition to my group of impactful literacy sponsors. Once students are finished with high school they assume that there is nothing else to learn beyond the stereotypical five paragraph essay, but they are so wrong. I was able to obtain so much knowledge about numerous course concepts from Writing about Writing, articles, and my professor. These concepts will carry on with me throughout a bright future of writing courses, job interviews, and any other skills that require literacy. The four outcomes listed below will help illuminate how I improved as a writer, by being a driven college student and going out of the way to earn my achievements in this course. In the first outcome I improved comprehending scholar texts,

When I got home I told my family all about it. They were surprised that I actually liked my first day of middle school. I ate my dinner and got ready for bed as soon as possible. After I got ready I went to bed so early because I was so excited for what was going to happen the next day. It was another day to wait

On the second day of school we got piled up on homework it took me 30 minutes to finish the math the science and the language arts homework. While riding my bike home from school a car on the road tried to stop at a red light and its brakes caught on fire making a huge cloud of toxic smoke. I finally got home and started on my homework when I was done me and my mom went to the hardware store and picked up some pvc pipe for my new project then we got dinner and watched a movie about the pirates of the caribbean. All and all my first few days of school were

My decision on a major field of study at Western Michigan University was a process that took much thought and reflection. With my high school teachers’ strong leadership, they inspired me to possibly pursue anything as a career. The long process of finding out what I want to do with my life started in the summer when I was trying to figure out what career would best suit me for the future. Im that kind of person where I need entertainment in my life, so I narrowed it down to some jobs I can't do, such as being a business major and sitting in a office my whole life, and accounting, because I despise math. During my thinking process, I utilized what subjects I enjoyed in high school that I’d like to learn more about in college. I came to a

We had recess, but I never really enjoyed recess, so I just talked to some friends, just as usual.

I woke up and me and my friends packed clothes because we were going to vacation. I got dress did my hair brushed my teeth and ate breakfast.

After nap time I had my lunch and by this time it was 1:30. When every had their finished with their lunch we went outside and It was sunny out. I was happy right now because I had my lunch and now i was full. While I was playing outside I went on the swings. Then i went to the sandbox and after I was out of the sandbox they called everybody in so we could have a snack. When we went in it was 2:30 and after snack it was 3:00. T then the grownups took us to are groups. When I was making a make believe restaurant with the other kids.we did this for about an

My alarm woke me up with a start. Slowly but surely, I rolled out of my bed and slid on some jeans and a t-shirt. Then, descended down the stairs to find my mom lounging on the couch drinking coffee. Then I headed toward the kitchen to make breakfast and before I knew it it was time to go to the bus stop.

At 8am I woke up, we got our things prepared to go to the beach. We went to Hoang Viet to buy Vietnamese sandwiches for the people coming to the beach with us. Once we had parked in front of my aunt's home. We than unloaded picnic items from the trunk of

It was an ordinary school day, the first day of 8th grade. It all started with the ride to school.

It was a very gorgeous day and my grandma was over because my parents were at the hospital. My parents are at the hospital because I was going to have a little brother. It’s so amazing that when a big event happens in your life you remember every little thing that happened that day or sometimes even a couple days. I remember I was outside playing basketball with my friends, I remember that my team won in the game. Hair bobbing up and down and sweating like a dog shaking water off of its fur. After, we went inside and had some lunch, delicious peanut butter and jelly’s.

It was a warm September day, when I just had jumped off the bus outside of McDole Elementary. All the little kids got off the bus first so the older kids didn't trample us. Everyone on the bus was excited for school. All the teachers were outside the school holding up signs by the doors waiting for their class. I was trying to find the blue sign because that was the color of my bus-tag. When I finally found my teacher she took us inside to class.

At a young age I was taught that weakness was not something to be seen. Mistakes were not to be addressed, simply ignored and moved on from. As I grew up the idea of hold my emotions inside began to do more harm than good. Through years of growing up and developing, I fell into a hole that happens to run in my family: mental illness. My classmates made jokes, and society had made it seem like it was wrong to struggle, so I refused to say anything to anyone. This was the beginning of a downward spiral.