Reflection Of My Life With My Arms Extended

Should we have even come here? Where is Drake and Sarah? Are they dead? Why did I even think about this place? What would my parents think, say?

My heart started racing. At this point, we were already about to pull into the parking lot. Just the sight of the hospital made me worried. What if they’re not okay? My palms were clammy, my neck and forehead were showing prickles of sweat, and my cheeks were turning to a bright rosy color. So much for keeping my cool.

It was cold. I woke up trying to free myself from the metal brace. I screamed for help merely hearing an echo from the damp air. I searched in the darkness for a way out, when all of a sudden a flash of light appeared. I tried to find the source when a familiar voice called out,

"Goodnight" a voice sang before I could scream as a hand grabbed me by the neck as a syringe was thrust into my neck. All of a sudden I felt an intense piercing pain shooting up my neck, I desperately tried to cry for help only for a hand to cover my mouth. The syringe sank deeper with waves of pure agony gasp and stagger for breathes I cannot catch, my eyes were watery with the sheer pain wet hot tears rolled down my cheeks, my throat closed tight I couldn't breathe, I start to choke my vision became clouded. I was then was, being drag into the van. The surrounding lights dimmed and slowly faded as the feeling of tiredness and sleep drew it's blanket over me, drifting me off across a placid lake of

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.

Did you hear that? I’ve been hearing the voices for weeks. Help me please. Get me out of this insanity.

I reached for the circular “up” button on the wall. C’mon c’mon, I mumbled, waiting for the door to open. The elevator finally got to my floor and the doors slid open. I stepped inside, the five other people shuffled to make room for me, I stood against the wall. We went up about two floors, when all of the sudden the lights flickered and the elevator came to a screeching halt. I jerked forward, trying not to drop my things, what the heck is going on? I thought, beginning to panic. I looked around. The others murmured around me.

Dobson’s (2004) book relates to my own personal life episode of receiving spankings during my childhood. The personal life episode of receiving a spanking that comes to mind is when I was about six years old. It was a Saturday evening and my mom, brother, sister, and I were coming home from spending the day at my grandmother’s house. My mother stopped in Florence, SC at the Burger King to get all of us something to eat on the way home. I remember my mother asking each of us what we wanted to eat. I remember my brother and sister saying that they wanted a cheeseburger and fries, while my response was I want a hamburger with cheese. My mother went to the drive thru and placed the order of four cheeseburger and four fries. I remember yelling at the top of my lungs that I do not eat cheeseburgers; I only eat hamburger with cheese. My mother told me to stop yelling and tried to explain to me that a cheeseburger was the same thing as a hamburger with cheese. I proceeded to yell some more and telling her that I was not going to eat the cheeseburger, because that was not what I wanted and that she should of order what I wanted. When my mother gave me my food I took it and throw the burger down on the floorboard of the car and told her to order me what I wanted and that she could eat this cheeseburger because I was not eating it. My mother told me to pick up the burger and that I was going to eat it and that if I did not stop acting the way I was then I was going to get a spanking.

This lesson was the first one I did during practicum week and I thought it went very well. I did this lesson in the morning pretty much after calendar time. We had to wait a couple minutes for some of the students to get back from extra reading practice. When I went up to the front of the room a lot of the students got excited. Considering I was somebody new, they thought it would be fun for me to teach them. I first asked the students what long vowel sounds they have been working on and almost all of the students raised their hands. I was very proud of the fact that I did not have any trouble with names when I was calling on them. I started the lesson with those questions in order to get them ready for the lesson, it was a quick warm up in order to start thinking about what we will be doing.

1999, a time for some people where Y2K was encroaching, a time for others where the famous films Sixth Sense, The Matrix and the beloved Disney film Tarzan was their favorite movie and not to mention definitely a time where we could go to the grocery store and not spend a fortune at checkout. However, for me, this particular year, especially December 7 ,1999, was the worst day of my life.

As I step into the elevator, a chill runs down my spine. For starters, I hate elevators. Whenever I’m in one, I feel anxious and claustrophobic; I’m afraid that it’ll get stuck, or worse, fall several stories down. I press the button of the floor I’m going to, six. I cannot recall why I was heading to the sixth floor, and what building I was in in general, but the remembrance of the floor number button six lighting up separately three times is etched into my memory. For a second the elevator stops; it felt like the whole world did. The lights flickered until they eventually gave out. As complete darkness consumed the machine, I felt it abruptly jolt and begin to descend. Within seconds, I felt the impact of the ground below. I shut my eyes

At this point in my researching I am feeling confident in my general idea. I like my topic and I think I can support it and supplement it with proper research. I am feeling very confident in my focus on my paper. I feel that I have a good focus on my paper and that I will be able to keep on topic during my paper. I am, however not very confident about my thesis. I know what my thesis needs to be about. I know what it needs to say. I just need to find the right way to say it. I have been thinking about how I want to write my thesis but so far it does not work well. It does not give the reader the “so what?” factor that I am looking for in my thesis. I am working on refining it to fit better.

I was dying, and I didn’t even know how, or why, or when. I began panicking and told myself to calm down.

The lessons in our Philosophy class are interesting but among the different topics we have discussed, the topic about My Body interested me the most especially when we were asked about the moment or a certain point of our life when we felt that we are more than our body.

Where was i? and why was I here? These questions kept running my mind . they had no answers. I had no answers . I had no answers to my question because I could not remember anything. Only thing I knew was that I was blindfolded in a chair. Irritation and anger grew in me And I stirred in my seat. My my legs in the chair were bound on the outside of the chair behind me