Reflection Paper On A Material Library

Over the years, writing has been my safe place. It has been a security blanket of sorts; an outlet that I can use knowing I will not receive criticism in the same was I do when I speak. Although my writing experience has not consisted of much, I have been able to grow steadily and learn how to engage with an audience. I can identify my strengths, take advantage of them, and work on the areas I find to be the weakest. It has fueled my passion for world change, even though I am still unaware of how it will tie in with my future career path. Writing has given me a voice that I do not have the courage to speak from my mouth.

Among the eight intelligences displayed in the video, I’d have to say that I’d possess three out of the eight. Starting with logical-mathematical, I do quite well academically on tests and have been ever since I started school. Of course I’ve had some tests where I didn’t do as well I would’ve liked. However, I would classify myself as a proficient test-taker. Often times, I will take the logical approach to thinking and am good with working with numbers and calculations. Especially when I was young, my grandfather would force me to do a bunch of simple arithmetic and I would hate it but I’d get it done pretty easily. Specifically on the subject of math, I’ve always been quite extraordinary on the subject. In my middle school, they allowed all of us to take a test to see whether we could be placed in the advanced math class or stay in the current math class. I ended up placing in the advanced class and did math a grade level above. Currently, whenever I tell people that I’m a sophomore currently taking pre-calculus, their face is usually quite surprised and shocked. I would also add that verbal-linguistic intelligence is something I feel I possess. I am bilingual, speaking English and three dialects of Chinese; Mandarin, Cantonese, and Taishanese. My parents spoke Taishanese as well as the rest of my family but they pushed me to Chinese school when I started preschool at the budding age of five. There, I was mostly taught in Cantonese as well as a class in Mandarin. I would

It felt as if each step I took was going to be my last at any second. It has been sixteen hours of just plain hunger, thirst, and exhaustion which worried me very much. I was walking for hours just to get to the “other side” while being 3 months pregnant. My over thinking became extreme but my main concern was if it was really worth my babies life incase something wrong happened? Who would have thought anyone could physically and mentally survive this kind of thing let alone a pregnant one, luckily here I am about to tell you the living nightmare I went through. I would not wish this experience on anyone walking on this earth, this journey was something I will never forget.

There I was, standing in the grounds of my school, bound by judgemental onlooking eyes, which studied me for a sign of vulnerability; begging for me to collapse into my self-fabricated darkness. Like a cowardly criminal, I slumped, trembling uncontrollably in the middle of the secluded balcony, where I implored myself to “stop” as I yet again had a crippling anxiety attack which incarcerated my whole body, though this time because my counsellor had called my parents regarding my suicidal ideation. It was punishing enough to wake up in the mornings, though faced with the constant internalization of emotions tore strips off my self-esteem. Tears filled my eyes like an overflowing river and cascaded down my face, though freezing in the silence. Proceeding to tell myself repetitively to “stop it”, as I refused to accept that mental illness was the corruptive reality of my life, I cowered as the flashbacks uncontrollably replayed in my mind. I recollected the words that any mother would dread to divulge to their child; that “sometimes I think that it would be better that you were gone, because then, you wouldn’t have to feel this pain”, contradicting this by expressing to me that “I know it’s selfish, but you can’t leave me”.

Change is apart of everyday life, it is inevitable no matter what we do, but it is our choice as people on if we want these changes to be negative or positive. A few years back, I made a promise to myself that as I progress through life, I will always try my best to change for the better and fix myself in areas where I fall behind, but not everyone makes the choice to be better. Some make a choice that affects who they are in a negative way as well as hurting those closest to them, someone I used to hang out made that decision and that caused me to change my perspective on him.

Over the summer, I volunteered at my church, North Cleveland Baptist, during Vacation Bible School. This was a special time for several reasons. First, I was helping in a four-year old’s class. Watching them was a lot of fun. There was one girl who knew the Bible stories and it was incredible just how much she knew at such a young age. Being able to share the Bible stories and plant a seed in their lives is a blessing. I can continue to watch most of these kids grow in their faith as they get older. Knowing that you helped to get them to where they are in their relationship with God is such an amazing thing. There is nothing else you could do in a child’s life to make a greater impact. You can teach them many things, but teaching them the love of Christ is the greatest thing you could ever teach them. It is by far the greatest message that could be shared with anyone.

Ralph Ronaldo Emerson once said, "Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not." Although I was unfamiliar with this quote until recently, I would say Emerson's words are a very important part of my life. Without even realizing, I experienced what Emerson was trying to convey with this statement. In my junior year of highschool, I became a part of a pilot mentoring program. Going into the program, I ultimately expected to be helping a student organize their studies or to be explaining class topics to them in a way that would appeal to their sense of logic; I expected to be teaching a student how to do something. However, what I least expected -and what happened- I was the one who learned something new. I learned that the attitude I have in life can drastically affect how I live. If I don’t carry beauty with myself, I will never find beauty around me no matter how hard I try.

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.

To an extent, I have lived a sheltered life. I grew up with a helicopter mother, an anxious father, and two over-protective older brothers who wanted me to live a happy, healthy, and safe life. They shielded me from everything bad: death, war, pain, destruction, and suffering. I was -- and still am -- the baby of the family; I will forever be the little baby girl who needs to be watched over and taken care of. To them, I am innocent and fragile and delicate and small.

Thomas was administered the A.P.S. and told about how the results would help reveal his strengths and weaknesses. We discussed how that temperament is the basis for personality. I took down some basic information and discussed how that the additional information would be helpful with the sessions.

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.

Dive into the perils that is writing. All of us have been writing since we were young. Throughout this semester of English, I have learned how to write in APA, and I have learned how to use every detail possible to extend and expand my essays. The literacy narrative essay, research essay, and annotated bibliography have all been essays I have written this semester, and each one has been a different challenge.

It was mid-July in the summer of 2017. I learned that my grandparents were taking a trip to see my Aunt Vickie and Uncle Bill down in Lawrenceburg, Kentucky. They asked me if I wanted to tag along with them. I had many different emotions when I found out. My grandmother has memory issues, so I would have to tolerate that for about twelve hours in a boring, annoying van. My grandfather was on oxygen, so I would have to load up his tanks, oxygen machine, and the hoses, and if you do not know, those are bulky and heavy. Those were some negatives, but once there, I would have a four-wheeler to ride and miles of land to make trails on, cities nearby to explore (Frankfort, Louisville, and Lexington), and many distilleries to visit (Lawrenceburg is in the heart of bourbon country), so I was excited.

Human being have the quality to get adapted to different environments and situations. However, be an immigrant student in a country with a different language and culture is a challenging. I moved to United States four years ago with a basic knowledge in english. After six months of living in USA, I enrolled in English as a Second Language at Greenville Technology College. By that time, my communication in english was not great. That was the first day that I face obstacles in getting enroll in classes. However, now that I have been in community College for two year and I moving to a four year University, I can say that as a Latino student I have been struggle in differents areas to be where I am.

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