Grumpy Hughes Lane. Avery County, North Carolina. July 2017. Situated in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains lies a humble homestead with a paraplegic man and his lovely amicable wife. Their home, a dilapidated nineteen thirties fixer upper, was in desperate need of repair, especially on its exterior, so myself and other youth collaborated to make the Hughes family’s dream of a reliable and dependable home a reality. As I set out along Interstate 40, I was engulfed in affluence: a group of rich white kids from the suburbs had iPhones which cost more than the average person’s monthly salary in rural Appalachia. I have always been aware of the opportunities I have been awarded, but on the long ride to my destination, I finally realized that this lifestyle had been getting to everyone. The group’s goal for the week was to befriend and assist the impoverished people in Appalachia, yet how could this be achieved if we were constantly under the influence of technology, a divisive force which our friends in Appalachia were not always fortunate enough to possess. As the cellular service died down upon entering the mountain region, we began to become immersed in the beautiful panoramic Appalachian mountains rather than the one-dimensional world of electronics. Everyone now had the mindset needed to actively participate in the work we had set out on: bettering the livelihoods of impoverished families in Avery County, NC through needed home improvements. After a successful
In “The Dangerous Game,” Rainsford is stuck on an island known as “ship-trap island,” after falling off his yacht, and is met by a ruthless, hunter who murders for sport. In High Noon, The newly married Will Kane is scares by the news that Frank Miller is coming back to town. He sent him to jail for murderer, but now, him and his gang are back for revenge. Although the film High Noon and the short story, “The Dangerous Game” have many differences like conflicts, there are a lot of similarities like setting and characters.
The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne is often renowned as his best work. The novel tells about the rigid ideas of 19th century Puritan New England through the story of Hester Prynne, Minister Dimmesdale, and Pearl. Hawthorne points out that the Puritans are often more ready to judge, punish, and damn someone than to forgive them. He is very critical of this idea, and goes against it by ending the novel with Hester Prynne becoming a respected individual that other women often look to for advice, and by changing the perception many people have of the Scarlet Letter from, “Adultery” to “Able”. Throughout the novel Hawthorne refutes the harsh ideals of the Puritans through the
Growing up in the dangerous rugged projects was rough as a child. A neighborhood you would want your children growing up in. Every morning as the bright yellow sun settled on “Jamestown” the apartment complex we lived in. We knew that is was another glorious day filled with something new and maybe dangerous. Around every beat down apartment building you could find an anxious group of teens playing an intense game of dice, smoking some strong marijuana that smelled like a skunk, and even drunk older guys hitting on the younger girls in the neighborhood. The strong, but yet, poor-hardworking families had to work many jobs just support a household of three. Nobody had the luxury of driving a brand new car, nor a cheap used car. In fact, not many
The Call of The wild was my favorite reading assignment because it had a lot of story in it and we took a lot of time to read it. I also like it because we got to watch the movie and see how different the book is from the movie was. The Call of The Wild is a novella which is a short ,but good story with a plot, setting,conflict,climax, and a really good end.
On September 6, 2017, I were documented for an incident that involved a University Housing policy violation. I was charged with violating the University Housing Alcohol 1.2 policy. With my violation, came consequences. I met with The Residence Conduct Coordinator to discuss my actions and came to the conclusion that I would have to schedule a meeting with The Campus Alcohol and Drug Education Center (CADEC) and with that, a reflection paper.
There are multiple reasons I am where I am today and why I’m going where I’m going. I have struggled in school ever since I can remember but without the people that I have had in my life I wouldn’t where I am today. But as I will talk about the teacher have played a huge role in the reason I am able to be where I am today.
Management is defined as, the process of dealing with or controlling things or people. Some people manage effectively but some manage ineffectively. Everybody has a different management style. My management style is Authoritative, which I will touch on later in my paper. Management is so important because a manager affects everything from production to their employees. A good manager realizes that their employees strive to reach the team’s goals but also individual goals. Another thing that makes a good manager is that they meet with their team individually to discover strengths and try to work on weaknesses. But also understanding their own strengths and weaknesses.
Reflecting on the past two terms in school, I would constantly find myself preparing and delivering a lesson which I felt were missing something. I was constantly asking my mentor teachers how I could have better differentiated lessons, especially at senior level. I believe on completing this assignment I have discovered three extremely beneficial frameworks which will improve my lessons and I believe develop a flexible curriculum which allows differentiation for all students to develop their learning capacity and engage them throughout the lesson.
Every school has these four main academic subjects: English, Math, Science, History/Geography. The class I like the most in my eighth grade school year is History. This is because we get to learn about different time periods, different people, different religions, and so much more. We don't just sit in class and read out of a textbook. We get to do fun activities to help us understand more. While we work, we talk to our teacher and have funny and weird conversations. We make fun of each other and have a good laugh. I'm always excited to go to History class.
She compared her life to a hurricane, a natural disaster that took everything in its path and destroy any shred of light in her life. Thus, the weeks turned into years of regressive behavior that led her to believe that she was not good enough to truly be herself. She only allowed herself to be her mother’s puppet, an item only used for public occasions, for if she ever became her own self, she would be outcasted. Yet, during those times I recall a shout in the cave of darkness, a murmured voice saying: Carpe Diem. Seize the day. My brother used those words when I was little —he was an extroverted fellow who vocalized whatever he felt because he was confident in whom he was. Nevertheless, I was an introverted, insecure, and self-conscious kid who was silenced by the public because they scared me. Fear ruled my actions. Fear ruled my mind. Fear ruled me; yet, my brother’s words rang a certain alarm in my head when I grew up. Thus, I realized that my individuality was stolen. My silence was bought, and my uniqueness was used as a weapon for society’s cruel expectations. I noticed that the world has so many beliefs, ideas, and aspirations that I wanted my own drum to beat in my own rhythm.
Since arriving on campus, I have been asked how I came to Miami several times. Some would say that coming here is destiny, but I disagree. Psalm 139 says that before I was born, “in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them” (NKJV, Psalms 139:16). While there are several main components about which I will write, I keep coming back to the fact that God placed me here.
For most students in the public-school system, seeing a private school classroom with under fifteen students in the classroom would be an uncommon sight to them: Since most public-school classes hold up to twenty-five students to one teacher. Although this close interaction between student and teacher greatly shaped me as well as my reading and writing skills today, it did not come without drawbacks when I transferred to a public school for the first time. Highschool was the first time that I attended public school. This is when I discovered just how much personal accountability it would take to stay on top of all the essays and Shakespeare worksheets not to mention the other three teachers that expected I complete their assigned homework
I grew up in Greenville, South Carolina. Having had grown up in the south, I was always around people who are more traditional in viewpoints, especially when surrounding the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transsexual/Transgender, Questioning, and more community. I received my education at a high school where no one hesitated to throw around extremely derogatory terms. Throughout my schooling I had found close friends who had expressed their feelings of not fitting into their biological sex. Every time I heard them talk about their feelings I felt my heart sinking. I knew it was not fair. I found myself constantly feeling their pain. Feeling all their fear, anger, and sadness along with them because I knew that they lived in fear of people finding out who they really were and what their reactions might be. It broke my heart that they were forced into constantly fearing for their safety.
Human being have the quality to get adapted to different environments and situations. However, be an immigrant student in a country with a different language and culture is a challenging. I moved to United States four years ago with a basic knowledge in english. After six months of living in USA, I enrolled in English as a Second Language at Greenville Technology College. By that time, my communication in english was not great. That was the first day that I face obstacles in getting enroll in classes. However, now that I have been in community College for two year and I moving to a four year University, I can say that as a Latino student I have been struggle in differents areas to be where I am.
In our everyday lives, we tend to categorize people because of their race, culture, their socioeconomic status, and judge people by their looks, age, ability, and gender. When I was working at a daycare past summer of grade 9, I met one Chinese girl who was around 4-5 years old. One time I witness her classmates making fun of her because she has a asian accent when she talks in English, her eyes are small, her mom works at a restaurant with low pay. Even during break, I would always see her sitting in a corner all alone, while others were having fun. Therefore, I took the courage to talk to her. Throughout the conversation, I realized that she was mad at herself because she has a different race from others, language barrier between her and her classmates and she was ashamed of her mother working at a restaurant because other parents work at a higher pay occupation.