Reflection Paper In Reading

Here I stand on the brink of adulthood, a daunting place to exist. I peer over the edge and gaze into a chasm, bright but blurry. I am afraid. I am anxious. But I am hopeful. I am hopeful because I know that my past has defined me, but it is my future that will continue to mold me. As my years as a teenager draw to a close, I find myself reflecting on pivotal moments that taught me what it really means to be a good human being.

Based on the outcomes from Day 2, what can you determine regarding the effectiveness of instruction of the group lesson and rotations/center activities? The second lesson was taught using a guided reading approach and the class discussed important text features that were present in the passage they were to read on their own. I had high objectives for students since the answers to the formative were covered during the guided reading activity. Still, there were students who did not meet my objective, even though all the grades improved Based on the spreadsheet, the students that did not meet the objective are individuals I pull during independent reading for support or struggle with staying on task. Students may benefit from a friendly reminder to stay on task or have the questions read to them to ensure they know what the questions are asking them. The students who meet the objective benefited from the guided reading practice and will do well utilizing the same skills they learned in center 2 and 3.

Sometimes, I feel like I am experiencing a double therapy. One that I am leading with my therapist, and another one, more passive, in class. School can inadvertently speed up a process for which you are not necessarily ready. It can stir your past and your emotions arise. In that case, there is an assignment that I am postponing and trying in every way possible to avoid or twist differently. The material evoked in class was hard to process and I did not expect it. Ironically, I now think about it all the time. I know that I need to go to the bottom of it one way or another, but homeostasis is compromised and I do not like it. I try to look at it like gym. It is not pleasant but it is good for your health. The problem with that paper is that

I sat in my fourth grade classroom staring at the bookshelf when suddenly I caught a glimpse of a dark blue book with a heroic being on the front. I lifted the heavy book and began reading Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief. As soon as I started I fell into this mythical world where gods, monsters, and heroes all existed. It was a rollercoaster through my emotions. The thrill. The suspense. The surprising new book had a grasp on me, to stop reading it would be difficult. I felt attached. As soon as I started, I finished. Devastated, my chase of this feeling has never stopped, no other book has given me the same fulfillment as Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief. As a young reader I would love to find the same joy and thrill (as I did back

During this semester of taking English 101, I believe I have improved to some extent. In the beginning of this year I was hoping I would change the way I wrote papers to sound more like a college student. Learning how to incorporate more detail into my pieces, researching the topics, like doing interviews, and coming up with criteria are concepts that helped me grow. Continuing writing every week in this class, helped me practice, growing furthermore into the writer I want to become.

Since I was 12-years-old, my dad drilled the following three rules into my head: boys are dumb, drugs are bad, and stay out of bars- regarding both jail and alcohol. I did not know it at the time, but I should have abided by my dad’s “rules”. When I started my freshman year of high school, the first rule was incredibly hard to listen to. Though I had never been in a real relationship until the end of my junior year, I went through my fair share of douche bag “flings” up until that point. These flings taught me what not to look for in a man, because each resulted in me feeling really awful about myself. So awful that I did not know how I could go on some days. But, I would not be where I am today without those douche bags. They dropped me onto the path of another soul who was just as lost as I was.

Living in China changed me. I went there with five hundred dollars in my pocket to work for Nantong University teaching English to freshman and sophomore students. I had never taught English before, I was an Education major with a concentration in history, and I had never been out of the country. Most importantly, I had never had to rely on myself. During those first few days at the university, I woke up early to jog around the outdoor track, thinking about how I ended up there. Running around the loop, I saw apartment buildings under construction amidst the haze over the horizon. I was on my own, far from everything that I had known. It took me a while to get used to things, the rhythms and the sounds of the city, the way people spoke and acted around me, the food, I lost over twenty pounds that first year, but I began to see that China offered me something that I did not even know that I wanted. I realized that I needed to break free, that I needed to try something new.

Future Chrystal Are you there? Can you Hear Me? Perfect I need to talk to you, no this is not a dream. I want to see where your head once you hear me. You did not care what politics pertain to. Leaving this class introduces you to what my mentality will end up like later.

Looking back on my education career in my life so far I have been one that is highly motivated to do well in class. Even though I am highly motivated to succeed in all my classes, I am not always highly motivated to be taking the class or completing 100 percent of the work assigned. This motivation may be connected to Carsten (2017) ideas of competence, relatedness, and autonomy and how they can play a role in a subjects learning.

They enveloped me like the saltwater of the ocean, the words sporadically dragging me down. I had always excelled at math and science; however, when it came to writing, especially about myself, I was an ordinary student. I hoped that at some point, spontaneously, my ability to write would be revamped to match my skills in problem-solving. Unfortunately, that point never came, and I had to learn how to substitute many of the words I used with larger, more descriptive words. Even so, my struggle with writing persisted, and the assignments continued to pour in. Eventually, I discovered that my conflict with essays and other compositions was due, in part, to my displeasure of writing about myself and my experiences. My aversion to writing has always been natural. Although, I learned that this abhorrence is reduced when I focus on a topic that interests me or when I control my writing’s development and outcome. The only type of writing that I had ever produced in school was the overly structured essays that were focused on me/myself. I assumed that no other approaches existed; however, I eventually discovered which elements of the writing process that were the roots of my displeasure.

My grandparents still live in the house built by my grandfather in a farming village in the outskirts of Lianyuan in central China. To this day, my grandma still carries home two large buckets of well water balanced by a beam across her back. My impression of my grandparents was that of stoic figures able to tolerate significant physical hardships. During my most recent trip to the village, my grandmother revealed that my grandfather had been struggling with extreme itching all over his body. Based on their geographical location, access to health care was poor and my grandfather compensated with folk remedies that were of little efficacy. Additionally, grandfather was severely restricting his food intake out of fear that certain foods would worsen the itching. At that time, I just completed my first year of medical school. I had just learned about pruritis and the histamine cascade. Was it an allergic reaction, or was it something more insidous, such as kidney failure? I had a few Benedryl pills in my backpack and I gave the instruction to my grandfather to take as needed for symptomatic relief. I was not sure if it will work and made a note to look more into it once I arrive in Canada. After a few days of leaving Lianyuan, I received a call from my grandparents that for the first time in two years, my grandfather finally had relief from his itching and was able to tolerate the foods he had previously enjoyed.

When I initially decided to take this class, it was an easy decision. I had heard great things and I needed another 200 level course. I thought I would learn to use language and speech in ways that would help me in interviews (for law school) and in the courtroom one day. Which I have, but I’ve found the journaling and meditation aspects of the course to be most challenging. My mind has always been running, and that would often hinder my academic success. It led to test taking anxiety, because my mind would go through all of the “what ifs” surrounding my grades. It grew to rule my life in high school, and my mom would always tell me, you need to try Yoga and meditation. But sitting still with my thoughts only gave me anxiety about all the things I could be doing and throughout this course I have found myself fighting those same thoughts. As I’m studying for the LSAT, any free moment I have is devoted to getting something done and throughout the first few weeks of classes I really struggled to sit and not be anxious about all I could be doing. Those same feelings came out in my journaling time. There have been so many times in my life where I have tried to journal and I always found it to be a hassle, or a chore. Each time I’ve lived abroad (3) I’ve attempted to keep a journal, but each time I have been unsuccessful; usually letting it slip after a few weeks. With these first three mindfulness topics, I found myself struggling with actualizing my thoughts towards each theme.

Over the course of the past 16 weeks, I have learned so much about literature. I’ve realized that there are countless different ways to interpret a piece of writing, countless ways to write a story, and so much more to literature than what first meets the eye. My reading choices are more broad because of the requirements of this class, and that is something that I am thankful for. I am not going to sugarcoat it, I was not looking forward to this class because reading really isn’t something I enjoy when I cannot choose the reading material. To my great surprise, I ended up really enjoying, learning, and reading all the different types of writing. I definitely enjoyed some more than others. This class has taught me things I may have never gotten to learn if I had not taken the class.

This week’s module began with a deep dive into online projects, collaboration sites, and publishing opportunities. As described in Integrating Educational Technology into Teaching, online learning activities can be grouped into several categories: interpersonal exchanges, information collection and analysis, and problem solving (Roblyer, 2016). Within each of these categories, there are also several activity structures that teachers can use to design web-based lessons, such as electronic pen pals, electronic mentoring, and problem-based learning (Roblyer, 2016). As I explored examples of online projects, collaboration, and publishing throughout the module, I could clearly see how each example aligned with these structures. I found it helpful to think in terms of these activity structures because it allowed me envision the possibilities of utilizing digital tools to address the content and standards that I teach.

It has been a challenge to balance all the areas of my life since I became an online student. Each day, I struggle to balance my full-time job, my personal life, and my schoolwork. I work as a supervisor’ Aid at parkland Hospital. Monday through Friday, I leave at 8:00pm to make the hour and ten minute commute from my home so I can be on time. My job is multifaceted. I over bed tracking while make room intake for their patients, nursery, L&D recovery, and L&D delivery. Most of my job, though, is focused on administrative duties. With all these responsibilities, my work day is a full, and I often don’t have time to take a break before it is 6:30am and I begin my commute home. Even though my workday responsibilities are done, my weekday responsibilities often make me feel as though my day has barely started. I have two teenaged son 13and 15, so I spend much of my morning getting out to school, dispensing advice, helping with pick out clothes , and occasionally providing a shoulder to cry on. Our dogs, cheese, poppy, Daisy also needs attention. I start my dinner early so that I can rest for work every night the whole family by 7 PM, after cooking I am responsible for cleaning the house. As if this weren’t enough, I am responsible, I pay bills, and I must also complete my coursework. Though I like my job, I would like to help animals, and I love helping people. So, I enrolled in Penn Foster’s Veterinary Technician program. I find it very hard to complete schoolwork and my other