I am an investigative Journalist, and I thrive on revealing hidden dirty details to the public. I feel like it is my job to keep the public well informed. Recently the producers at my network came to me with a proposal for an investigative piece. They caught wind that a grocery store’s food handling could be putting consumers at risk. The more details the producers gave me, the more anxious I became. I had a fire in my belly to reveal the unsafe food handling happening at this chain. This story is juicy, and not only affects many people across the country who buy food from these stores—but I can have the opportunity to have my work on prime-time television during sweeps. I know I am up to the challenge to give the people the facts and create a hard-hitting investigative piece that won’t let my producers down (Sarapin, 2017). I can’t just say what my producers have told me about this grocery chain, I need to find proof. I want video footage of employees using chancy practices. I started thinking about how I was going to obtain this footage and had a moment of clarity. I should just submit an application to work at the grocery store and get a job there. What would the harm in that be? While I’m at work I can secretly record video and sound with hidden cameras (Sarapin, 2017). I wrestled with my decision to go work at the grocery store, and I had a gut feeling that it might be morally wrong to do that—so I took to the internet and started searching to see if it would be okay
For most of my elementary and middle school career, I averaged about two or three absences in a given week. I hated class, didn’t understand why I had to be there all the time if I could come every other day and still get A’s. While this may have been true, albeit arrogant, I now see how I had misunderstood. It took me until my sophomore year of high school to realize how passionate I actually am about it. It was then, with the aid of two specific teachers, that I realized how the most noble and honest thing one can pursue in life is knowledge and education. These two history teachers, good friends to each other, not only taught me about the history of the world and how relevant it is to life today, but also taught me the two most important lessons I’ve learned up to this point.
“A father is neither an anchor to hold us back nor a sail to take us there, but a guiding light whose love shows us the way.” A father is commonly thought of as a protector, a money maker, the one who takes care of issues. They are also known as betrayers, cowards, and boors. When the word dad comes to mind, what do you think of? Your hero, best friend, worst enemy? I think of martial arts, hospitals, and some life lessons that have changed who I am forever.
Throughout this semester teaching the theories that resonated with me the most were: Cross and Fhagen-Smith’s Model of “Black Identity Development”, and Yasso’s “Community Cultural Wealth Model.” As a minority these two identities have shaped my life profoundly. My personal theory philosophy comes from my lived experience and my time working as graduate assistant in the Multicultural Center.
Going from 9th to 10th grade was a huge learning experience. At my school, Central High School, they had the 9th graders separated from the rest of the high schoolers. But that wasn’t my problem I had to go to a completely different school system, Russell County School system, they had all the grades combined. Russell County also wasn’t very known for a good curriculum. Central’s curriculum was more advanced than them. I learned how to transition from doing the minimum work needed to have to go above and beyond for my school work. High school I was able to learn many things, but the most important was learning to properly read and write.
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.
When I evaluate my school year,many things come to mind. I think about friends. I think about all the craziness and emotional things that have happened. I also think about how I've grown as a person.My 7th grade year was full of concepts learned,memorable experiences,and personal growth.
When my kids and I came to the United States my husband, Willie Washington was nice to us for a few months. He suddenly changed after I started working. Willie (retired) was home every day when my kids returned home after school. My son Jake Azarcon and daughter Trisha Azarcon were not allowed to eat anything when they got home from school. They usually get home around 2:30pm, they were so hungry, but my husband doesn’t want to give them anything to eat, he said “do your homework first then you can eat”. Most of the time they usually finish all their homework by 6pm. By that time my kids are starving. That’s my husband rules at home every day. He doesn’t let my kids eat any kind of sweets, like ice cream, cake or chocolates. I felt like my kids was deprived of eating foods that they wanted. One time my husband was not at home so I gave my kids some food when they got home from school. My husband caught me and was really angry, he made a really big deal about it. Often, when I got home from work, my kids would tell me that they were hungry. However, I couldn’t do anything for them because I had to follow my husband rules at home. My youngest son Ashraf Azarcon, he is 3 years old. Whenever I get home from work Ashraf wants to give me a kiss and a hug. However, Willie would stop Ashraf from showing me affection by physically blocking him. Willie would tell Ashraf forcefully to not come to me. Ashraf would just cry and it hurts me as a mother to see how he treated my kids.
According to care.com, over two million children have a parent who have served in Iraq or Afghanistan. At the beginning of third grade, my father received a letter from the government stating that he would be deployed for almost a year in Iraq. Nine years later, it registers that this experience helped me grow in many ways. Not only does it prove out that what he did and what he went through made and continues to make such a large impact on me, but his being gone encouraged me to value the time I have together with people. Once you don’t have the opportunity to be it affects you in countless ways. Such a big event in my life showed me how much I rely on him as a father, a friend, and a teacher, but it also showed me that when things are difficult I am able to handle them independently.
The Christian Manhood course taught me many things, but it specifically taught me to be open to growth and I learned about how important it is to be in a community of fellow believers. Although this was only part of the class it really stood out to me as a very important take away from the course. It is something I will take with me for the rest of my life and that I will always remember.
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.
What does it mean to be human ? i was a loser full of weakness. I guess were all born unbeknownst to the world and we learn the lessons we need to along the way i was about 10 or so when reality first hit me, i lost the friends closest to me i was broken them memory of them forever dwindling upon me. About 60 percent of my junior high school experience as a freshman entailed sobbing and finding ways to miss out on school. Day after day this similar routine seemed to repeat itself over and over again sob and feel sorry for myself drown myself in the what i was feeling. Until i took a long hard look at myself what i've become to what i use to be and i got tired.. tired of all of it , tired of feeling sad tired of all it, tired of feeling sorry for myself. So i picked myself back up on my own two feet without the help of anyone and so began my eternal struggle to overcome my weakness.This moment, these moments are what impacted my life the most.
It was called the washing. Its purpose was to "wash the impurities" out of everyone’s head. Man no longer had morals, and no one followed laws. Brother was scared of brother and sister turned on sister. The bigger picture was, if no one remembered wrongdoings in their past they would not do it in their future. it was kind of like a reset button...but for humans. Really, it was just a way to depersonalize the population because robots are always easier to control than human’s who had something to fight for. They started with small, with inmates, then moved to anyone even accused of a crime. Soon workplaces and schools required it. Some resisted, and they were executed, so if the soldiers came to your door you had to comply or die.
To begin, I have to establish a disclaimer: The person I was working with was currently an inmate at my place of employment which is a Juvenile Detention Center. In any event, I cannot legally state his name, so instead of stating his name, I will call him Joe Smith. Furthermore, Joe Smith is originally from Mexico and was brought over by his mother when he was ten years old. Joe Smith has been in the United States for six years, but he has been in and out of school for several years due to his criminal activity. The detention center offers classes for the inmates, but Joe used to skip the classes up until recently. In any event, Joe’s spoken English is far greater than his written English. The times where I worked with Joe (there were many of them) we mainly worked on his written language and reading comprehension (phonics mainly). In any event, Joe was definitely more of a naturalist English learner rather than an academic one. If I had to categorize Joe into a proficiency level, I would say he is beginning to intermediate when it pertains to writing and reading, but advanced speaking wise. In any event, Joe is a male and he was technically in the 9th grade but should have been in the 11th grade (according to his numerical age).
When thinking of things that excite me and make me feel alive, useful, and engaged in meaningful activities several things come to mind. Helping people, volunteering in the hospital in the Dominican Republic, going on mission trips, and making a difference in people lives are just a few to name.
The way we view the world makes a huge impact on how we live and chose to do things. One of the most fundamental things which guide how we live and think is what e believe to be the ultimate reality. Within my cohort since we all go to a christian University and have grown up relatively with the same belief system we all agreed that God is the ultimate reality. That when everything else disappears God is who created all matter and without God there is no matter. I believe we live in a world that is two dimensional; physical and spiritual. Meaning that there is a world that we can see as well as one that is visible with the naked eye. However one of my cohorts said that she believed that God is matter, saying that all that is around us contains God since he is who created all. We contrasted in this belief because I believe that God created all matter and then allows it to move as he designed it, interacting only when disruption is needed to move things according to Gods will.