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.

For my service learning project I worked in Mrs. Evelyn Costa's first grade class at Meadowlane Elementary. Meadowlane is located at 4280 W 8th Avenue in Hialeah, Florida and was constructed in 1957. There are one thousand one hundred and seventy seven students enrolled at Meadowlane Elementary school. Meadowlane has fifty three classrooms and fourteen portables and there are one hundred and seventy nine students per grade level. The school was built on nine acres of land. The student population of meadowlane Elementary is comprised of 97% Hispanic, 2% White, and 1% Asian.

“Writing an essay is not difficult! I am actually great at it.” This is a common statement that I would formally say, and even believe. In the past, I had never felt the need to thoroughly revise my essays before. In all my past essays, I would work intensely on my first draft and then just turn the essay in. I never spent too much time re-evaluating my writing decisions before turning it in. This process had worked well for myself in the past, and as a result, each essay I turned it would be an easy “A”. When I signed up for EN100 I figured that it would be just like the other easy English class that I have taken. I assumed that I would work on an essay, turn it in, and then earn an A on it, but this was not the case. When I signed up for EN100 I figured that I could continue my previous essay writing methods, but that was quickly disproven. When I received my first graded essay, I was unsure why I earned anything but an “A” on it. It soon became clear to me that I was going to be required to change the way I formerly wrote my essays and spend more time with correcting them.

There are many things that happen in my life. I have been alive for 15 years. I have been exposed to manything that could have changed me as a person. The real world is brutal and keeps changing. T was okay to have discrimination against blacks back in the 1900’s. Now in 2017 the rules have changed and now black and white people have the same rights as everyone else. No One thought that the life for blacks would change but it did. I have changed to based on what I have learned. I have learned from my mistakes and it changed who I am.

By the age of seven, I was sick of school and I wanted out by any means.

I know that because I am a poor white female Christian, I see and interact with the world differently than others of a different status. My views differ not only because of what I am, but also where I grew up, which is a small town near the coast of North Carolina. I don't affiliate with a political party, because they all do things they should not. I worry a lot about the condition of the world and all of the countries in it. I worry for the United States of America, because people do not understand that global warming is real and that education is super important for our future. The world is a scary place with there being terrorists, psychos, broken people, innocent people in prisons and the people that are slowly breaking. While globally violence and worst forms of poverty are declining, there still continues to be some.

Spanning 169 million square miles, the Earth is composed of countless regions, all of them incredibly different from another. This is especially true of the two places I have been able to call my home: Houston, Texas and Carmel Valley, California. I lived in Houston for twelve years, and while I found myself complaining daily about local characteristics such as weather, traffic, or school, I never knew how taxing it would be to make the transition across the country, from an urban-conglomerate hotspot to a quaint, nature-centered community. I found most of my hardship in being suddenly dropped into a public school, something I had only had nightmares of, as the public schools in Houston are of some of the worst in America, and I was accustomed to attending a Jewish private school for the first twelve years of my life. Every day seemed to drag onward a continuous eternity of loneliness. But if it were not for Mr. Stadille, the Carmel Middle School Drama teacher, I would not have much of a life to look forward to. Every day as our connection grew, I saw how impactful he is as a teacher, a member of the community, and as a friend.

Over the course of this semester, there have been a number of on-campus programs that I have worked to facilitate including orientation, the Involvement Fair, “Before the Course”, Commuter Student Appreciation Week, Diwali, “Mini Commuter Student Appreciation Week”, the Graduate Student Study Break Session, and Cram Jam, in addition to several off-campus trips that I have supervised. I have found that a vast majority of programs have broadened my perspectives since I got to learn and understand many of the scheduling difficulties that make it difficult for graduate students and commuter students to attend events. However, one of the most eye-opening programs for me was the Diwali event since I got to learn more about the international student population at Merrimack, as well as how different cultures observe this special occasion. I have also attempted to attend some of the events of the clubs and organizations I have worked closely with, but given my busy schedule I have only been able to attend events hosted by the CSA and Italian Club. Nonetheless, I have found my attendance to be extremely valuable as I aim to show my support for all the hard work they continue to do. Additionally, I have also worked to get involved in the campus community through other contexts outside of my fellowship including the student conduct board and graduate student senate.

Writing is a tool that will be used throughout my lifetime. It is a tool that is worth taking the time to perfect because it will only be beneficial in the long run. On my writing assignments, I earn A’s, but I still have areas that I need to work on. The areas that I struggle the most would be with simple grammar errors such as the use of commas, writing with an active voice, and writing short,simple sentences. First of all, I often do not know where to place commas in my sentence. I struggle with this because I tend to add commas in the wrong place, so I have become confused with the proper use of commas. This is a small grammar error that I can easily correct by learning where and when commas are needed. I have also found and been told that I write in a passive voice when I should be using an active voice. This is a technique that I have to work on by practicing it and noticing the difference while I am writing and reading. Finally, I often write run on sentences or sentences that include unnecessary information. This makes my writing unclear and difficult for the reader to understand. I could improve by writing shorter and simpler sentences that include only the essential information to get my point across. I have noticed these mistakes in my writing and it has also been brought up by others, so I am currently working on improving it.

My mother does genology for my family so I know that I am mostly a mix of African, Native American and not enough European to really think about. I look like a normal African-American girl and most people I come in contact with assume the same thing. To define myself without race I would say I am invested in the betterment of other peoples lives and performing in front of an audience. As a black woman I am affected mostly in my major, theatre, because being black is a factor in whether or not I am cast in certain roles. Personally it has been a rollercoaster going to predominately white-schools and still finding a way to love and appreiciate my blackness. I’m reminded of my race daily when I have to mix my foundations to find a shade that isn’t offered or when my theatre professors suggest I do a monologue from “A Raisin in the Sun’ and as of recently when I look at the news I am affected by the fact that the injustice in the world based on race could happen to me or a loved one in a heartbeat.

Last summer I was on vacation with my family and I was just scrolling through my news feed because I enjoy being up to date with the world’s happenings. As I sat on a rocking chair, sitting off to the side a little so I could still use my phone while it charged., I saw a headline along the lines of “Powerful Letter by Stanford Victim”. Clicked on it. Read the entire letter. It was hard to do, and somewhere in the middle when the author sent into detail of when the she was sexually assaulted, or when she had to go to the hospital afterwards, I almost shut off my phone.

Say: Today is a big day! We are going to write our individual page for our mini series. We are going to pull our information off our organizer to write our story like we did when we wrote our narratives earlier. Watch and listen to how I take the details I wrote in my organizer and turn it into a story about my tradition. I want to be sure I use details to help my readers get a picture in their mind about my tradition.

According to John Dewey’s definition of a liberal education, the education that I have received at Jefferson R7 High School has prepared me for life beyond high school. The three Rs of education, reading, writing, and arithmetic, was a large focus of my schooling when in elementary school, which formed the base in which I would later grow upon. The education that was given to me formed a well-rounded student that has the tools to solve problems and find information that is sought after.

A Hindu spiritual teacher once shared, “This world is your best teacher. There is a lesson in everything. There is a lesson in each experience. Learn it and become wise” (Sivananda). When I take this wise advice and reflect on the past year, I see many lessons that have helped me become a more mature and responsible person. Many of these lessons have been through my English course with Mrs. Frohoff. In this class, we’ve had many units, such as the types of love, writing assignments, including many 1-page reflections, projects, such as a memoir and a PSA, and presentations on themes like identity and critical world problems. It has been through our memoir assignment, the large number of deadlines given, and the presentations required that I’ve been taught valuable lessons about who I am and how to grow as a person throughout this school year.

Looking in the mirror at the actual physical presentation of myself, I investigated what other people view when they looked upon me. At that moment, I began to realize what the features are interpreted as. My hair is pulled up and tight, various people have suspected military, but I have never been enlisted. My glasses and crooked teeth would suggest that my parents were low income, no corrective surgery or braces for me. My body image would be identified, instantly by women, as having children and I do have two sons. After one eight-pound boy and the other almost ten-pound baby my body did not return to its original dimensions, there was no weight trainer or nutritionist for me. My calloused hands will tell anyone that I am a blue-collar worker and the ring on my left tells them that I am married. Progressing through college and beyond will be my way out of the shell that society has created me in, it will be my golden door to freedom.