Reflection Paper In English

Being able to learn what it takes to succeed in a college level class will be a great tool for me to use when I am continuing my education at a four year university. English 101 was my first college level English class and was definitely an eye opening experience. I was able to see what my professors will expect from my work, while also growing as a writer. Even though this was a life altering experience, I did have some frustrations and struggles along the way. The quick deadlines and flexible topic choices posed a problem for me. However, some of the essays assigned have turned out to be some of my favorite writings that I have ever produced. This past semester has allowed me to create an extensive writing portfolio filled with my journey of writing growth.

English is a class that I have always taken lightly. Up until this class, I always had thought that I was a good writer. Papers were pretty easy for me and I never put that much effort and still got the grade that I wanted. When I came into this class however, that all changed. This class has taught me so much and has really developed my writing. I have learned many new writing styles and techniques, and I became familiar with new genres. Looking back at previous years, I now realize that I was a decent writer. But after taking this semester writing class, I can now say that I am a good writer with many new skills. College Composition has shaped me into a better writer, student, and thinker. Over time each paper became easier to write and I achieved better grades.

I spent my life in school having troubled on understanding the learning in English when I moved to America. I started to have some troubles with understanding and knowing a different language (English) in this country and also having a problem with communication with other people who speak English. It took me through the process to know and understand English when my mind was focused and understanding my native language Chinese Cantonese. There are some moments that I accidentally pronounced something wrong while I’m trying to learn English. I somehow accidentally mixed some ideas with grammar along with English and Cantonese when I realized it was totally different. My ability to learning and reading at school somehow still become an problem in English. People in special Ed. said that I had disability. By the word disability I thought that only disability only people who handicapped or on wheelchair. By learning a different disabilities I learned that my disability works and struggles only the part of the brain function rather than a physical part than some other people who are disabled. There are some issues with my English I had to get involved with more support with teacher aides who specialize ESL (English Second Language) to help me with understand and improve my English. I also had to get involved with special education in school so that they could help me with my English language easier.

I was living in a apartment and had a bedroom in the basement. And so, my room was in the basement. One day, I had pulled 50lbs weight at work and so after I got home, I had issue breathing in my basement. In fact, I couldn't breath or yawn properly. It was weird, but it was getting better and so i went to bed. But I couldn't sleep due to breathing and I kept turning and tossing around. And so I started thinking about if I was rolling my back and crossing my arms the way vampire sleeps in the coffin. I started looking up at the ceiling, trying to sleep and then suddenly i felt like I was frozen still. I can not move my legs or hands. I tried everything to move my arms free but I felt like I was submerged in molasses. I began to panic every time I had those movement.

We all have a person we used to be that we aren’t anymore. It’s better this way of course but we still remember the people we used to be and the way we used to be. When I look back I see why I changed makes sense. At one point we just don’t like who we are so we take a chance and change ourselves. You have to find the fine line though, we make these Alterations but we must make sure not to destroy ourselves in the process because who we are is important.

It was during my first year of University when I followed love on a journey that was not my own that I learned a valuable life lesson. A challenge harder than anything I had faced before was waitng on the horizon. I dropped out after getting married to my High School best friend who had enlisted in the United States Army. He gave me an ideal picture of traveling the world with someone who knew me, accepted me and loved me like no one else did. Instead was a person who started controlling me the minute I was away from everything we had known. He was trying to change me, make me think who I was, who I was capable of loving was just a phase since I decided to share the rest of life with him. He started to despise the fact I could love men and women which led to his insecurities fueling his passive abuse towards me. I just hadn’t noticed it yet. He had his façade of a loving protector fooling everyone, even me. Thus, it is that I learned there are experiences we go through in life that have us question whether we are strong enough to beat the struggles and pull through, but when we do, it’s the most gratifying feeling of self-worth, hope, and relief.

Coming into my Composition I class, I did not really know what to expect. Some of the seniors from last year told me that it was not particularly difficult, but I needed to be prepared to work. However, last year’s seniors had the class for a whole semester; I had only nine weeks. As a result, I was not aware of how fast paced Composition I would be. In previous classes, I was used to having long increments of time to complete research papers, but now, I am expected to complete research papers in much shorter amounts of time, sometimes just one week. Even though this process has been quite grueling at certain times, my introductions, content, and sentence variation have massively improved, making it easier to put my ideas on paper.

Could you imagine a world where everyone was the exact same? “The year was 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren’t only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way” (Vonnegut, 38). The 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments have been passed, and everyone is officially equal. Everyone is absolutely average and we all have similar lives. It is quite boring if you ask me. I am sure if you had the same old routine every day, you would get sick of it too. There isn’t any diversity and I can’t do anything about it or else it is “two years in prison and two thousand dollars fine”(Vonnegut, 40).

Arriving at college I felt like I had a decent idea of what to expect, because I spent a year at boarding school. The main difference between boarding school, and college to me from the outside, was going to be the freedom of no curfews, no mandatory hours in which you study, no uniforms, and no sexuality segregation within dormitories. For the most part my pre college assumption was right. However, one of the things that I didn’t realize was the amount of different people I was going to meet, and how they would have an impact on me.

During this lesson, the students will be focusing on building their emotional intelligence. The students will learn about the concept of perseverance and will work on their empathy and interpersonal skills. My hope is that the students are able to start thinking and building on personal strategies pertaining to these concepts so that they will be able to use these strategies throughout their daily lives. I want the students to understand importance of expressing their emotions, working together, and never giving up. During this unit, I would like to explore how the impact of integrating dramatic activities will help students to form a deeper understanding of the concepts being discussed in the lesson. In addition, I am interested to see the effect that implementing the art of drama has on the students and the way that they view not only themselves, but also the community as a whole. Through the use of dramatic activities such as covering the space, tableaux’s, total physical response, two corners and role-playing the students will be able to look at the story from different perspectives, express their emotions as well as learn more about their peers’ thoughts on the subject matter. These activities will also encourage the students to think deeply and use their background knowledge to form connections between the story, characters and their own lives. Throughout this process the students will be actively involved and engaged, which will help them to fully comprehend the

While every person’s testimony of conversion relates to how He came to know Christ, each individual has a story of how they got to the place of realizing his need for Jesus. For some, it was in a moment of desperation when they cried out to the Lord to save them, and for others, it was a call to the altar at a church service. I have never thought that I had one of those amazing conversion stories that one might read or hear about in chapel, but I have come to realize that because God brought me out of the darkness and into His grace, my story is just as amazing as anyone else’s.

I grew up influenced by strong women. Growing up, I use to watch Disney’s Mulan on repeat. It became a habit that I would belt the songs from the movie from the very tops of my lungs. Bear in mind, I was only in the single digits of age at the time. Being a child, I thought I was a good singer. I know now I wasn’t. Doesn’t matter now. Turns out, I was terrible. I would also watch Atlantis: The Lost Empire and any other female led Disney movie though I could never stomach Sleeping Beauty or Snow White. Even now I have no idea why.

Prior to being introduced to Roger, I was familiar with distinguishing a language disorder, language difference, language delay, an articulation disorder, and a phonological disorder. A language disorder is present in all of the spoken and written languages the individual exhibits. The common misconception is that a language disorder may appear in one language and remain dormant in another language. A language delay is where the child presents the milestones of language at a later time from his/her peers. On the other hand, a language difference is where two or more individuals are not familiar with the form, content, and use of each other’s languages. Furthermore, speech disorders fall into two divisions known as phonological and articulation disorders. Phonological disorders are present when an individual is unable to produce the correct pronunciation of a phoneme despite placing their articulators in the correct placement. However, an articulation disorder is where the individual is unable to produce certain phonemes due to incorrect placement of their articulators, such as not being able to place their tongue on their alveolar ridge.

I grew up in a Christian home, a Christian church, and had Christian parents who love the Lord. I went to Sunday school every Sunday and learned all the stories of the Bible. My group would make crafts and eat snacks. I loved going to church and I loved God, but I didn’t know what it meant to truly believe in God. It was scary for me to put all my faith into one thing, for fear I would rely on the Lord and at some point I would need Him and He wouldn’t be there. However, I found out the most important thing to do is to put faith into one religion and believe it entirely.

I was raised by a father who immigrated from Haiti and a mother who immigrated from France. Both were first generation Americans, who brought along a lot of their culture into the states. I was raised by a mix of both cultures and very little American culture. With hard work and determination, my parents were able to afford a very nice house in a very safe neighborhood. This city was predominantly Caucasian and we were not only one of the only African Americans but also, one of the only French or Haitian families in the city as well. Coming from such a diverse background the majority of my peers thought of me as weird. I was often asked why my skin was brown, why my hair was so “poofy” and why I acted so differently from everyone else. I spent several nights crying to my parents wishing they could give me white skin and straight hair so I would not have to be different from everyone else anymore. My confidence was so low to the point where I had no motivation to do anything. My parents were unable to help me and they began to fear that I would never overcome this.