Reflection Paper In Writing

As my first semester at Rosemont College is coming to an end soon, I would like to tell you how I got here and how will I stay here. While applying to college Rosemont was not first choice. It was on the bottom of my list. But when I came to visits and listened to what the tour guides were saying I thought Rosemont would be the place for me. The biggest problem, for me was I wanted to stay close to home. I have family at home that I really did not want to be away from, it was my first time being away from home. I know that being away from home would be a change for me, it was a hard decision to make but I made it! The first step of getting to Rosemont was applying into then coming to visit, after my first visit I was still uninterested into the school. The campus was dull and dry and I did not see any students walking around or any of them coming out of class. Shortly after Spring Break of 2017 I had to make a choice. I began to look at the bigger picture of why I wanted to go. While Rosemont was not a place that I wanted to come, but I knew that I would get all my work done and more. I was happy I made the decision I made, because I am staying focus getting all of my work done.

I would like to think that I had some significant growth as a writer in my first semester as a college student. My rhetorical analysis essay, persuasive essay, and reflective analysis essay were all very different from each other in how I approached them and felt about them, but each one helped me grow as a writer in different ways. The rhetorical analysis was my first college essay so I felt some extreme self-imposed pressure to do well on it. I really enjoy writing persuasive essays because it causes you to form your own opinions and support them with evidence. My least favorite essay would most likely have to be the reflective analysis essay. I absolutely despise sharing my thoughts and emotions with people, let alone writing them. Beginning the essay was extremely difficult for me. However, I did found it to be the easiest essay to write once I had all my ideas gathered together. The point is, these three essays all had their pros and cons to them, but nonetheless, they each helped me grow as a writer in their own way, which helped me reach many of the stated outcomes for this class. This paper examines some of my work in these essays and describes how I was able to reach some of the course objectives.

Learning as much as my brain capacity can endure is my ultimate goal in life. School is not just a chore, it is a necessity to further me into the future. English class, specifically the writing portion has evolved my understanding of persuasive literature and how to explain my thoughts on paper for an audience to understand. Throughout the first semester of KCC English I have improved my essays from small to large mistakes.

I am a high school junior who picked English 101 to try and earn college credits. I had heard good things about the class from my friends, so I figured it would be a good starting point. My experience in the class was engaging, and I stretched myself to write more with different material. English 101 was a beneficial class that helped me grow as a writer and learn to analyze subject matter critically.

Five things from the book that I find interesting are anxiety disorder, depression/major depressive disorder, sexual harassment, suicide, and panic attack. All five of these subjects I have chosen because, as a female in the 21st century, I have experienced every one of these emotions at least once in my life.

For the majority of my life, I have lived with just my mom and younger brother. Up until 2012, we gained an addition to our small family which was my great-grandpa and ever since then I have been taking care of my brother and great-grandpa almost every day while my mom goes to work. My mom depends on me to hold down the fort which consists of coming home after school, preparing dinner, and cleaning up the house. I also have to pick my brother up from school and on the weekends, take him to and from his bible class.

“Through salvation our past has been forgiven, our present is given meaning, and our future is secured” -Rick Warren. Sunday, November 30, 2014 around 12:40 was a very special day for me. Life-changing you could say. This was a breaking of a new day to me. A fresh start and a very new beginning. This is a day that I never will forget. The day when my heart was spiritually opened and an opened invitation was held out to a certain someone. The day I was baptized in Jesus name. Baptism is a sacred event for Christians. It is considered an ordinance of Jesus Christ. It is a concept of being submerged under water to be considered ‘’saved’’. Being saved in other words is saved means that you are accepting Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior. He is now the center of your life. It means giving up yourself and doing the work of Christ. It means turning from anything that is against the will of the highest. The day I gave my life to Christ was very special to me because I learned a lot that day. I learned who I was, who I was in Christ, and what life after this meant for me.

I was raised as a Christian and have only attended small, private, and religious schools. Throughout my experiences I have encountered many different ideologies and forms of worship under the umbrella of Christian faith. These different ideologies and the psychology behind worship and faith have always interested me deeply. These fascinations have lead me to a study of the human condition and the ignorance of man. My interests in the facets of human life and how the human race interacts with each other and with nature has applied itself to my academic and intellectual life. Through English I have been forced to reckon with the many injustices of history and how they have not been abolished but morphed into new and subtle forms. I’ve been made to contend with the fact that religion has many times been a perpetrator of injustice or, at the very least, refused to act. I am reminded of Martin Luther King Jr. who, in the “Letters from Birmingham Jail”, responded to the white pastors urging them to stand with him and not allow the church to fade into irrelevancy. As we know, the white pastors abstained from encouraging the non-violent resistance for equal civil rights and Martin Luther King Jr.’s prophecy became reality. The level of arrogance and willful ignorance displayed by the pastors has led me to self-examination. It has also caused me to examine the methods of social change that are most effective.

In the United States, we have the freedom of choice to practice any religion we like, even more so, even the choice to not practice any religion at all. This freedom has brought many different faiths, rituals, and traditions from all over the world. This diversity gives all Americans the opportunity to see bits and pieces of what different beliefs are practiced. While the rituals and traditions may vary by country, culture, and denomination, there are still similarities. The similarities and differences usually include things such as, music, type of worship, and text. This essay will give you a look into what my experience was like visiting a Catholic church while delving deeper into the similarities and differences of the church I’m currently attending, which is an Evangelical church called Vista Community Church, located in San Antonio, Texas.

"Strength and Honor are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come." Proverbs 31:25, one of my favorite bible verses to keep me encouraged. Especially in reference to the trials and tribulations that I've had to endure and overcome in my lifetime. One thing I've learned about life is that it has no favorites and we cannot control how it will play out. However, we are in control of the way to react to adversities and your life begins to change the day you take responsibility for it. I was raised in a 1 parent household with a single mother working full-time who had graduated with her Master’s degree. The bar was set high for the expectations of me to follow in her footsteps but by the time I was 17 years old, life had already began to take its toll and I had moved from my mother's home. My father was capable of being in my life and taking responsibility but he was incapable of showing consistent love in ways that didn't have a negative effect on how I viewed him. At times, I felt my mother was incapable too but I was understanding to her circumstances and frustration of raising 3 children on her on. It wasn't until a few years ago that I was able to identify and analyze that I had developed some resentment towards my parents and begin on a journey towards self healing. I had wasted so much time feeling bitter, unloved and incapable but became skilled at masking my emotions. Although I knew deep down I didn't want to feel those emotions, I didn't know how to change

In Composition I, I learned more about writing than I have in all of my high school career. Not only did I learn about fallacies, expletives, and other smaller details, I also gained knowledge over summarizing, plagiarism, and how to create a writing process in which I would be successful in the class. By taking Composition I, I was able to learn how to support a thesis statement with appropriate evidence, how to summarize, paraphrase, and quote correctly, and how to develop a writing process.

Sitting at my corner desk wrapping up yet another conference call with a prominent energy company at the number one Inbound Marketing agency in America, I swipe the tears from my eyes before anyone else can see. I don’t want this life anymore. I shuttered as I finally verbalized what had been building up the past few years but I was always too afraid or embarrassed to say - ‘The career I worked so hard for was the biggest regret of my life.’ My immediate thought is I cannot wait to get home and wash away this day with a book. My one reprieve in a day filled with angry clients, looming deadlines and office politics is to read. “The best thing for being sad is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails” (White, T. H. The Once And Future King. William Collins, Sons, 1958). Suddenly, a puzzle piece finally shifted into place - I’d read this book more than a few times, but this time the words resonated with me differently. The printed words hadn’t changed since I’d last read them, but I had. I wanted to be happy, continue to learn and teach others how to learn as well and on that axis, my world shifted.

When I picked up the book Make the Impossible Possible by Bill Strickland, I could not help but form a negative opinion about it. I thought, “Great. Here is another book trying to tell me how to generically make my life better.” I looked up at Ms. Purser with a sneer and pessimistic thoughts running through my head. As soon as I began reading the first chapter, though, my opinion turned on its head. This was proving to be a book written from a real person’s perspective. Instead of cliché instructions on how to improve my life, I was reading the story of a man who came up in the ghetto, but changed his mentality and began leading a

Growing up as a child it was confusing originating from a hispanic family in a country where English was the core language customs at home were foreign, very diverse in comparison to the American culture. As a cause of Spanish being my native tongue at the start of primary school I was put into ESL separated from the regular standardized classes. There were instances my childlike self would curse my luck from belonging to a totally different cultural background. Ir was frustrating and bothering beyond belief that learn wasn't coming to me as efficiently or smoothly as other students by grade level. Reading Comprehension, writing and speaking were always my core struggles in primary school, while other students had mastered reading their first chapter books I had yet to have mastered a simple picture book. While I struggled to understand simple history facts others had know it by heart since their parents were well educated and born into this country, making history a given for them in particular. Even asking for help was taunting for there was no help at home available for assistance, my parents would try but fail to help me comprehend what the teachers deemed me to be capable of learning being of little help since they themselves were foreign to the English Language . Throughout my elementary school begging older neighborhood kids for homework help” was my daily routine i was an only child back then. The one person who was always willing to help me out of all my neighbors was an older girl named Julia. Out of everyone in her grade she was the smartest the most intelligent it was always her who would accept coming straight after school to my house teaching, showing me how reading can be manageable tricks that always appeared to emit the fun side to every boring aspect. Julia became my role model from then on she was someone admirable, estimable at such a young age she was independent, and wise flr her age there wasn't an instant since knowing her that she has asked for help academically or on anything else in particular. Julia was the type of person who cared for others and selflessly helped anyone around her to the best of her abilities. My whole character formed around her in a way. Her personality and

Over the course of the semester, I have had the privilege to read and discuss my classmates’ writing. Having a mix of large and small group discussions have allowed me not only to help others improve their writing, but to learn about different writing styles and techniques. Throughout the course, I have worked closely with Cory Robinson, a senior at Sacred Heart University, studying English/Pre-Law with multiple minors, including Creative Writing. In an interview with Robinson, I have learned about how he gained an interest in writing, what he enjoys writing, and ultimately how he writes.