Reflection Paper For Chemistry

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.

Throughout the duration of the class, we discussed various complex ideas of Chemistry. Whenever Jumana was confused about the material and wanted to ensure complete understanding of the material, she never hesitated to request additional explanations to the topic inside and out of class. Jumana

My junior year, I decided to take my first Advanced Placement class, AP Chemistry. In the beginning, it required no effort since it only reviewed the material of the general chemistry class I had taken the previous year. Then, it started to become complicated. Through all of high school, I had drifted by and I never needed to study before. Suddenly, I needed to study for hours every night. The stress began to take a toll on me and my will to try diminished during the third quarter. During fourth quarter, the teacher gave us class time to review and ask him questions. On top of refreshing myself on what I learned first semester, I needed to learn all the material I had missed out on during the third quarter.

“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.

The students were working on science fair projects for science, and many of the students needed to create a graph to add to their science fair backboard. This allowed me to teach a lesson that would become multidiscipline lesson combining math skills and scientific data analysis. The purpose of the graph was to display data collected during the student during their experiments.

Since the beginning of the semester, my writing has changed and evolved to accommodate and sustain longer essays. With longer essays, there is more room for in-depth analysis. Further analyzing a topic has led me to findings that I did not know existed. As I continue to write, I uncover addition and superior methods to approach my writing to the benefit of me and therefore, my audience. Throughout the semester, I have incorporated techniques to further my narrative throughout my writing.

Over the course of the past few months I have learned that writing for college differs from writing an assignment for high school. During this semester I have had the chance to be challenged as well as grow as a writer. I have written various types of papers; These papers have ranged from memoirs to research papers. Different papers serve different purposes. For example, a research paper serves to inform, while an analysis paper serves to take a deeper look at a work or character. Nonetheless, each paper requires a different approach, and has compelled me to take the different skills that I have learned in class and incorporate them into the paper. Throughout this course I have acquired skills that improve my writing and communication skills. Through these assignments I have learned how to properly cite sources, incorporate outside sources into my writing, as well as analyze information to strengthen my argument.

There is much beauty in communication. This semester, we have been able to use language to discuss and question such abstract, prevalent concepts that united a group of students with different experiences, backgrounds and stories. The open dialogue that was implemented in the classroom allowed us to all feel comfortable sharing our most vulnerable thoughts and memories, and this level of comfortability is hard to establish. The women that you invited to speak: Kristen, Naomi and Jae, all blended perfectly into our space. Additionally, the topics these women brought to the floor correlate to our readings in Stimpson’s Critical Terms for the Study of Gender, allowing us to expand on the literature and make real life connections to the texts. Therefore, Kristen, Naomi and Jae all stem from different backgrounds and specializations, yet have overcome many of the hardships that many of us are currently struggling with, making their messages both engaging and applicable.

While I am always very open about my accomplishments there is one piece of me I don't boast around as an accomplishment. On Wednesday nights, every month, I teach a Rainbows class at First Assembly of God. This class consists of 10-15 preschoolers who want to learn about God. I teach because having an impact on someone’s life,especially someone younger than me, is important to me. This class has a great impact on both me and the kids who come through the program. I personally have gone through all five years of my church’s children’s program. I have taught the rainbows class for three or four years, which makes this year's class my fourth full year of teaching. I still have kids that come up to me getting so excited to tell “Ms. Brooklynn”what they have done since the last Wednesday I’d seen them. These encounters have validated the effect I can have on the kids who come through my class. However,the effect they’ve had on me is even greater. Before I had spent every Wednesday with these children, I didn’t know what I wanted to be, what I wanted to do with my life, and I wasn’t sure what my suture would hold. After realizing how much I loved children and how much I loved teaching them, I knew what I wanted to do. The children that I taught had such a strong connection and they know they have a steady figure in their life. I had a student whose home life wasn’t steady, and he had one steady figure in his life. When he first came to Rainbow’s class he was antisocial and

I have always been a reader. Almost every chance I get, there is a book in my hands. Somewhere in my life, I have found a way to make literature meaningful and applicable to my life. This is so because I can see the characteristics and qualities the characters have and what they do with what they and I can see which ones I want to apply to my own life, to do something good or accomplish something. They are the characteristics and qualities that I admire and strive to have. In the books my class read in English class I can find characters with qualities that I prize and desire to have. Three major writings that resonated with me are The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, and excerpts from The Odyssey by Homer.

When I was 7 years old, my mom was driving me to dance class and we stopped at a stop light. All I thought about at that moment was how does the stop light change colors? Is it on a timer; does it assume the length of time based on the time of the day and the traffic usually associated with that time; or, my personal favorite, is there a person assigned to each stoplight who manually switches the lights? This was just the beginning of my curiosity. Compared to the novice inquisitive thoughts I had as a child, I now ponder over how parts combine to create a larger whole. For example, how to build bridges in a body of water—do the constructors use boats to build them? I continue to constantly asking questions about the world around me and there is so much more to learn that I cannot even imagine.

While most of my work in my fellowship is focused around the needs of commuter, graduate, transfer, and veteran students, I have gotten the opportunity to serve on a few student conduct cases in my spare time. In one of the cases I served on this past week, I interacted with a student who had been accused of being in the residence halls on a weekend, which he was forbidden from after receiving a sanction for a previous violation in the last academic year. As I listened to his story regarding how he believes he was not in the area he was accused of being in, it was evident that many of the perspectives concerning student development theory had effected his past and present decisions.

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.

My whole family is very religious. Growing up we put on our best clothes and went to church every Sunday and bible study on Wednesday's. It was a huge part of our daily lives, we said our prayers every night, morning, meal, good things, and bad, we prayed a lot. For most of my adolescences I believed or was forced to believe that being an Christian Evangelist was the only way of life and everybody else in the world was going to hell. Whenever anything good happen in my life God did it; bad it was Satan himself. Around the age of 16 I began to ask questions and wonder if God was real or not, of course my family did not want to hear it and often ignored me or would say you just have to believe and have faith. If I asked what if I don't believe, would I go to hell? my family would say of course you will go to hell so just believe so you don't have to find out. The moment that was a turning point in my life was when I was 17 I had a conversation with my minister uncle. I asked him why would God send me to hell for an eternity just for having doubts? and if god created everything including Satan then God himself is evil. Well that did not sit to well with my uncle and he accused me of being possessed by demons and that I had the devils tongue. My uncle practically held me hostage, called all of my family and another preacher and held an exorcism. They had crosses, holy water and Bibles

Perspectives of how we view the world around us at many points of life can become so obscured that they often become lost and forgotten leading one to live a life with a single perspective--a single story. You see it was a day like any other in the chaotic mess that is the center for the community during dinner hours where hundreds upon hundreds if not thousands of students converge in a swarm echoing clattering noise of conversations, and endless queues wrapping around every little space to eat what most consider to be subpar food. I was sitting alone merely being that weird guy who preferred to read. All the while, I noticed some students horsing around, and in my attention, I saw a full cup of soda which was obviously at some point going to get spilled.