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.

miss kaur gathered up all the snickers m&ms and crunches she was ready to eat them all miss sakanis stopped her she discussed how bad that would be for her health miss kaur was extremely upset and threw a temper tantrum thankfully miss desmond was there to comfort her miss desmond distracted miss kaur miss hasan snuck in and replaced all the candy with different types of fruit mrs brown brought over some skippy peanut butter to show miss kaur a whole new way of life thanks to the sixth grade team everything was taken care of valentine’s day was soon approaching miss desmond miss sakanis mrs brown and miss hasan looked at each other in

The day began just like any other day, giggling and biking to Wakanda Elementary School with my friends. It was Valentine’s Day and we were going to walk with our 5th grade class to the nursing home up the hill, Autumn Village. We were going to play bingo with the residents. Of course the 5th grade class was excited because that meant that we didn’t have to do school work, we were going to play games all day

Watching others suffer, and get hurt by those close to them is a very traumatizing experience. All over the country many children are suffering in different ways, which will affect them in the long run. It’s actions such as these that have swayed me, in order to help and save many in my community. As I progress in life I wish to help those in need, in order to give them a better environment to live in. This essay is being written so my history, current situation, and future shall be known to the person reading this.

After years of suffering abuse at the hands of my mother, I decided to take back my life and freedom. On July 4th 2014, I boarded a train from Chicago to California to leave the comfort of all I’ve ever known and ventured into uncharted territory. For three days, I sat on that train, just my books and my thoughts for company. By leaving, there was a stronger chance of a promising future for myself. What I didn’t know at that time was that I was headed towards heart-shattering changes that made me who I am today: a resilient, independent woman.

As a correctional officer, would you help your incarcerated close friend who is in the area you are responsible for? I know some of you would because you would do anything for your close friend, best friend, however you want to say it nowadays, but you will eventually help them out on any situation. Right? Walter Winchell said, “A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. Alex Kaminsky was one of my coworkers at the McClellan Correctional Facility. About four years in service together, we developed this close friendship that he was more like a brother to me than just a friend. Until two years ago, Kaminsky was convicted of dealing controlled substances to inmates and was sentenced twelve to twenty years in Brownley Correctional Facility. Coincidentally, I got transferred to the same facility and not only that, the area that I was responsible for falls in the area where my superannuated friend Alex Kaminsky is. The first situation that popped into my head was, how can I be responsible for that area, if I know it won’t turn out stupendous or what if Kaminsky approaches me? Can I permit the reestablishment of a relationship that might (or might not) prove beneficial to his rehabilitation? Answering that question is difficult for me, but since it’s my job and I have to follow the rules, I have to do what I can and what I cannot do.

I’ll say right off the bat, this course was definitely more than just a history lesson for me. It was an exploration of ideas from the past, and I learned how those ideas can trickle down into the present and future. If I had to do it over again, I would definitely pay more attention to the legends, folktales, and out of class readings we had discussed since they are so rich in life lessons and human nature. Even learning about how the different cultures lived can teach these lessons as well. Maybe I was too naïve before: I expected this to be a boring history class, but ended up learning a lot about life in the end. If you look for some sort of insight, chances are you’ll probably find what you’re looking for.

English 101 has introduced me to many different types of papers that I did not know even existed. From summary, response, critique, rhetorical analysis, and informative synthesis, I have learned how to properly and effectively write each different kind of paper, and my writing has improved in many ways. One way my writing has improved this semester is that I have learned how to accurately organize information, and decide how to clearly present the material. Looking back at the first paper, it is easy to see that I did not have a lot of experience with organization. In the first paper, I would jump from subject to subject without any awareness of organization. Since the first paper, I have took the time to write out how I am going to present the information, and how to transition effectively from one paragraph to the other. One important aspect of organization is to decide what main points I want to focus on. From there, it is important to state what author or topic I am discussing at the beginning of each paragraph. This will allow the reader to read through the paper without any question as to what I will be discussing in each paragraph.

“UHHHHH,” I have school today, could there be anything worse than school. I dressed in my school uniform and jumped down the stairs. I walked towards the cabinet to find my yearly supply of cheerios, but when I saw the date on the calendar I went to my room and change into my shorts. It was June 20th the first day of summer! No school for two more months. I was the type of kid who wanted to explore the unknown such as the deepest darkest places in the basement or the highest but darkest places like the attic. Today I will celebrate the first day of summer by going into the attic and look into some old boxes. I ate my breakfast quickly waiting to discover the wonders that waited to be discovered.

It was about 6:00 A. M. on a warm Friday morning and I Zach was about to have the best day of the school year. The Food Fair was finally coming to our school. It happened all year but this particular year was the best because I finally saved more than enough money to actually buy food. I brushed my teeth, rushed on my clothes, quickly ate my breakfast and hurried into the car. I rapidly urged my mom to hurry up. I wouldn’t be late to an amazing school day.

I like to believe that there are infinite ways to “be human”, all revolving around our inherent desire to cooperate and coexist. We’re an innovative species, driven by our ability to contemplate and united by our need to give meaning to the world around us. Somewhere along this common quest to think in terms of a global context, humans have devised, and continue to turn to, a plethora of institutions be they religious, political, or otherwise. Today, my own collaborative human journey looks toward one institution in particular - Georgetown University.

It felt like it would be a normal day. I woke up hearing the sweet sound of birds chirping outside my bedroom window. It was my third day of kindergarten and I couldn’t have been more excited. I pushed aside my pink chevron covers and hopped out of bed. My mom dressed me in my favorite purple skirt with white polka dots, and a white shirt that said “SPARKLE” in big, bold, glittery purple letters. My hair was in two french braids with a purple bow at the bottom of each. My dad gave me colorful fruit loops with milk for breakfast and a small cup of sweet orange juice. I quickly swallowed it all up because I was so excited for school today and was yelling, “Daddy let’s go! It’s show and tell today! Come on I can’t be late!” Today we brought in our favorite things to school, and I decided to bring in my favorite color balloon. Dad giggled saying, “Abby, I’m almost ready, let me finish up my breakfast then we will be on our way!” I grabbed my balloon and ran outside. He finished while I was already waiting in the car. He opened my door, buckled me in my pink car seat, and then started up the car. The car ride was full of laughter, smiles, singing songs, and I enjoyed every minute of it.

On December 12th, 2014, we were in church listening to the pastor preach about helping others. After church, we talked to the pastor about taking up for the homeless people in Anderson County. Instead of having a church that night the whole church came with us to give them the stuff. I like that I help the homeless people. One of the people that we help was crying like a baby because she was so happy to see us.The little thing we did make them happy. They look like they were going to cry. The homeless were delighted to see the stuff we gave them. I could hear the sound of happiness in the room because they were laughing. The room was as happy as a child with its mother.

Thursday was also the school’s Valentine’s Day parties. I felt so loved; I received so many sweet notes and other gifts that I didn’t expect to receive. It was wonderful watching the kids interact and be themselves completely during the classroom party. This was also a time where I

When I was in 8th grade at Niu Valley Middle School my English teacher assigned a poem project and we had to record ourself reciting a poem that we made about nature. We also had to make a slideshow with pictures that represented what we were saying. The teacher, Ms. Fujimoto, assigned students two weeks to complete the project. During the first week after the project was given, every English class was dedicated to working on the poem project. Throughout this time I decided not to do anything and just go on my phone because I thought the project was very simple and would take little to no time to complete. I was also very tired and the room was like a sauna and it was boiling me until I was soaking with sweat. I vividly remember staring