Reflection Paper On A Christmas To Remember

The Christmas Day Tsunami was caused by a massive earthquake. There was forces that had been building up for hundreds of years and once they forces were released it caused violent and killer waves to be unleashed. These violent movements of the tectonic plates displaced huge amounts of water which sent powerful shock waves in every direction. The Earthquake that caused the Tsunami was a result of the sliding of the India plates which had been going on for a millennium. The Earth shuddered due to trillions of rocks that were moved. The disturbed seafloor was displaced and created the Tsunami. So many people were caught unprepared because this was something that took time. The forces and sliding of the plates had been happening overtime for years

In the short essay, “Becoming a Writer,” penned by Russell Baker, he spoke of a memory from his past that later changed his perception of writing. After reading his piece, I reviewed the response questions listed below the essay to further my understanding of the piece. Almost like looking through a list of prompts as Russell did.

Writing is a process that is difficult to start, yet impossible to end. To sit down with a notebook and formulate the first thought that is notable can take a minute, but often takes me hours. My mind is very focused yet the focus of my thoughts wonders. Thus, to say that I was born to be a writer might just be the farthest from the truth. Now there is one large contradiction in that statement. Once I begin the writing process I have a tendency to get caught up in it. While my writing process as well as my writing style tends to vary based on topic and circumstance, my methods remain the same. I know that a course with such heavy writing will bring upon its own set of challenges, I hope to keep realistic expectations while utilizing my strengths as a writer in order to reach my course goals.

Sometimes a non-fiction book can have relative applications and stories in it, but a fiction book can achieve the same purpose with adding some exaggeration to further support the meaning of the story. The Christmas Carol, written by Charles Dickens, is a fiction story, but it contains a lot of meaning to the outlook on life. The battle between the flesh and the soul adds emphasis on the morals of the human being. Developing the story is an important aspect as well, whether the development is in the conflict, within the characters or the resolution. Inside the conflict, the conflict can either be internal or external. External being the fight between two men, and internal being the conflict within yourself. The Conflict in The Christmas Carol

Through all of my accomplishments and disappointments, I have always been especially proud of the dedication and passion I have for my personal beliefs and values. If there is no struggle, there is no progress, with drive and a bit of hard work you can move mountains. Based on hard work and success, it goes hand in hand because life is designed to be tough. When I was 14 years old, I realized how important writing is in our everyday life. I realized that writing was something important in my life and it has changed my personal life. In my freshman year in High School during “Career Day,” one of the presenter who was a writer, helped me understand how important writing is.

I define myself as a writer. To that end, I spent fifteen years developing my talents with classes, workshops and contests that give feedback. The last class focused on description. The peer reviews I have participated have contributed to my writing and editing skills. Although unpublished, I have a bachelor’s degree in Publication Management and currently service on the Board of The Atlanta Writers Club, a hundred-year-old organization that help authors with the craft and business of writing.

Throughout this semester, I have personally developed and improved as a writer, through the weekly writing tasks set for the writers Journal. This procedure of composing Journal entries and assessment tasks involves critical reflection on the information provided and on myself developing those skills. During my school years, books were always as a part of my life, reading gave me joy, swept me towards my memories and took me along Journies never been before. However, I never thought of myself as a writer, composing short stories, writings and texts for others to read. I have realised that my goal is to become an influential educator to children who are yet to discover their potentials, goals and interests. Loan and Muir (2017) say “as teachers,

I remember the beginning of my newly found interest was like a fresh of breath air; original, I know. I spent endless hours writing, and writing about whatever it may be that came to mind. It was an addiction that costed my sleep and meals. What began as a hobby to satisfy my loud mind became daily scribbles on a notebook whenever an idea popped up during class. I am as proud as proud can be of my writing alter ego because it was something that manifested when I sought out to find something in me. It’s mine, purely me in every word. Amateur I may be, but this fiery passion that burns in me every single day is what keeps me going.

After I graduated from college three years ago, I wanted to quickly break into the writing world. I knew I had a writer 's mind and a writer 's blood, yet I didn 't acknowledge the true commitment it took to become a good writer.

My interest in writing wasn’t always apparent to me even though I sought out activities that included the skill. I enjoyed English classes growing up, but I never thought I would utilize writing at a heightened capacity for different disciplines and my own creative pursuits. Soon enough, writing became an activity that I did outside of the classroom, especially in public health pursuits during my time in college and creatively post-graduation. It is a part of my constant development as a person who contributes to causes and activities that I care about and a part of the impact I believe I can make in the medical field.

Even before high school, I had written several poems and short stories of varying genres and lengths. However, I became serious about creative writing in the tenth grade when I endeavored to write a novel. I finished the framework of that novel and since then have decided to revamp it. In addition to that work, I have authored the beginnings of a second novel, over thirty poems, and fifteen stories, both short and long. Currently, writing is a hobby, but in the long run, I aspire for my writing to be a means by which to extend my reach in the medical field and to expand my

The perfect christmas day would have many different things. This day would have a white christmas, perfectly wrapped gifts under the tree, the family spending time together, and visiting family. The perfect christmas is an equation and the things that people thought that fit in are the variables.

Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year. I love seeing the shinny Christmas lights that decorates my street and the sound of fresh fallen snow on the ground. Christmas reminds me of family, the laughter and loved we shared, and the gifts we gave to each other. My house on Christmas became the center of my joy.

I think Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays. Maybe because of the special atmosphere that you can feel everywhere, in shops, restaurants , pubs and even streets, where you can hear the magical carols, or maybe it's because of its religious background, but what I can tell you for sure is that I can't think of anything more exciting than the image of the entire family preparing the Christmas Tree or fixing the Christmas dishes.

What do you and your family do on Christmas Eve? Do you consider what you do a tradition or maybe even a basic tradition? On Christmas Eve, most families end the night watching a Christmas movie or maybe baking some cookies. But my family does not necessarily go by that. Around ten o'clock my cousins and I gather around the top of my grandparents stairs, waiting for a knock on the door or the sound of bells with our Christmas onesie on. Every year “Santa” pays a visit to my grandparents house with gifts for everyone. Once we all get a present we open it up at the same time, I never saw anyone frowning. I enjoy how my family tradition is still alive and brings everyone together, and I hope this tradition will be carried on to my own children.