Reflection Paper Over Thanksgiving Break

When I first decided to expand my education, it had been so long since I had been to school, and I was very hesitant. I talked at length about my decision with my husband and with his encouragement, decided to enroll but still was not quite sure which degree program to enroll in. I knew that this was something that I had always wanted to do since I obtained my Associates Degree in Nursing, but I did not have the courage, nor did I want to give up the time with my family and children. I second guessed my abilities and my knowledge because it had been so long since I had been in college. Now that my children are about to graduate high school and

The most important game of the year was coming up and I was ready. Everything was going perfect for me, because I was the starting QB as a freshmen at Englert High School. We were playing Joston High School the number 1 team in the nation since 1960, it was going to be a tough game because they had the number 1 ranked defense, but we had the best offense. The day before the game was just a normal day I went to school and had football practice after school. A couple weeks ago one of the other teams that we had played earlier in the year wanted another game so we decided to play them. They had been the hardest team we had played all year, we had only beat them by a last efforts field goal it hardly went in as it bounced in off the crossbar.

After 45 minutes passed, we came to the coach and were waiting for the lineup. He showed us and the first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t on the starting lineup. I was confused. We went through the game and won, but I had only played about half of the game. I didn’t understand. The next game came, and I saw that, once again, I wasn’t starting that game. I was starting to get annoyed. After the game, we won again, but this time, I only played about 20 minutes. I started to get frustrated because every game, I had played less and less. I didn’t know why I wasn’t getting the playing time I earned throughout the year. As the tournament progressed, I got 20 minutes, then the next game I got 15, then 10, 10 again. We were winning but I hated not being on the field. Our team earned a spot in the semifinals. It was a late night, and we were at a turf field with stadium lights on. The environment made the game intense but I hated it because I sat on the bench all but 5 minutes. We ended up winning 1-0, therefore, moving on the championship game. I hated this and my parents didn’t understand why I sat so much either. They emailed my coach about the problem and the next day when I

But every once in awhile we go to get a snack and a juice box. Then we would sit for like 20 minutes and relax. But after that, we go back to play. The score was still 21 to 21 he was kicking off to me I juke him out and score a touchdown the score is 28 to 21 I am winning. But then his older brother throws him an amazing throw and he catches it. So now the score is 28 to 28. When it was my turn his older brother threw an amazing throw that bent my wrist and it started hurting and I started to cry a bit. I noticed that it bent all the way back. My friend's mom was so scared. I ran back home with a bit of tear on my face. My mom asked “what happened” I said “ I was going to catch the football and my wrist bent

To begin with, it all started with my coach giving us a chance to enter this 4 team football tournament in Sarasota. The teams included the undefeated Sarasota Redskins, who was hosting it, the Brandon Bulls, the Bradenton Gators and of course my team the North East Rattlers. So the committee got the bracket setup and they put us against the Redskins. Though the Redskins had home field advantage we liked the challenge, but they also played year round, and have never lost a game in three years. As we get set and ready to play we all do book checks to make sure everybody is legal to play and we were to meet up it was their 40 man roster versus our 12 man roster. We left nervous when we saw them because of the player difference. The Redskin players laughed when they saw us and we didn’t take that politely. So after we got checked for books we exercised and then headed onto the field.

During football season this past school year, I didn’t know much because it was my first year playing football. At the start, I got yelled at a lot. Eventually I learned from all my mistakes and transitioned from the normal ole b-team all the way up to the starting a-team tight end and ended up taking the position of some kids that played it for over a year. In one of the games I scored a very clean touchdown in which I caught a 20 yard pass and hauled butt up the field. Along the way, a player on the other team

In order to understand tradition one has to fully immerse themselves into a situation where tradition is taking place. Thanksgiving is the perfect opportunity to explore what it means to celebrate, the holiday is an American holiday only and is celebrated in a multitude of different ways with an endless amount of traditional flare that changes from family to family. I have many biases as to what the Thanksgiving holiday looks like. Political rants, family members fighting over things from the past, children running around creating chaos. I chose my family to observe because I wanted to gain somewhat of an outsider perspective on what it was like to be around my family at the holidays. Obviously I have been going to Thanksgiving with these same people my whole life but I wanted to be able to look at the gathering in a different way and understand in a more significant way why the way my family celebrates may be different from how I’ve seen other people’s families celebrate.

In this assignment, I will reflect upon an incident within the clinical practice involving a smoker patient . For the purpose of this assignment, Gibbs’ Reflective Cycle (1988) has been used to guide the reflection on the incident. The patient's name, in relation to confidentiality will not be used according to NMC confidentiality.

As a Dual Enrollment Education student, starting college was already a nerve-wracking feeling. When I was first accepted, There was an influx of people giving me advice and telling me which classes I should take. One of the classes I heard about most often was Freshman English Composition 1. There I sat at my computer, contemplating whether or not I should take this English course. Knowing that I was about to enroll in a class that I had been warned about by several people made me undoubtedly anxious. Obviously, I eventually ended up registering for the class after hours of mixing my schedule around to find a convenient agenda. When I signed up for this class several thoughts and worries were going through my mind; Those of which including whether the class would be like the rumors, if it was going to be difficult and if it was actually going to teach me something in life.

In life, everyone gets to experience moments that they will cherish forever, as well as the ones that hurt to look back at. I’ve had the disappointing pleasure of having these moments back to back years. They both have to deal with the sport that challenges me from all aspects in life. Wrestling has ran in the Ybarra family for generations. I felt great coming out of sophomore year, as the Class B, 126 pound state champion. Before I knew it, I was already walking the halls as a Junior after the summer of 2016 flew past. I wish I could say Junior year went as tremendous as the year before, but that just wasn’t the case.

“If you wait for inspiration to write you're not a writer you're a waiter.” - Dan Poynter. I have felt like writing was not my greatest strength. I feel like I didn't have anything important to say. Looking back to my journal or diary call it whatever I would always write about how my life, the drama middle school me was in, my love life and the fights that would happen between me and my family. I wanted to reflect back on to my work and find out what my strength and my weakness. There have been times where I have been asked to read somebody else's writing. I would think it was so great that I felt discouraged that my work of writing wouldn’t be as great as theirs. My form of writing I feel is more characterized negatively because I don't share my success and triumph often as I would like to.I talk about my failures more. I feel like I do this because I don't want to share about my failures with another human. I know that I would like to write them down so then I can reflect back onto my failures and know how I could better myself and have a better chance of succeeding. I would disagree that my past life as a writer has given me a voice in the world mainly because of the topics I would write about. They weren’t important to others, they were only important to me. Writing in the past was more what was happening day to day and my relationship life, if anything exciting or upsetting happened, my honest opinions of people. Also the secret that I didn't want my mom to find out.

I remember when I was six years old, playing soccer for the first time that I could ever remember. The sport was a fun, stress-free experience. Team member’s parents would cheer on their children even if the child could only kick the ball a yard in front of them, chanting “Go Tigers, go Tigers.” Children in the 6 and 7-year-old age group would run around playing this game called soccer in their bright neon orange jerseys. We didn't know what we were doing but we were having so much fun - things like logic and grown-up reasoning didn’t matter to us.

Writing is an art in which letters come together on a piece of paper and make words, words then make sentences, and eventually, these sentences make a work of art. There are many different factors that go into this work of art. One of these factors being the organization of sentences and paragraphs in a logical way to make your work comprehensible. The next being proper grammar and sentence structure the way words come together is probably the most important piece of writing as it prevents any misconceptions. Finally, the third aspect of writing that I would like to talk about is the contents of the piece or in other words the voice of the writer. The effect of a strong voice is making the reader feel like they are a part of your work, this helps to convey the message in the way it was intended. Throughout my life, I have composed many pieces of writing in which some made me proud to put my name on and some that I was not so proud. Throughout College Composition I, the writing process became more practical for me as in the past I dreaded writing as it would take an absurd amount of time to write every paper. This came with the style of the class, checkpoints along the writing process kept me on track. This led me to two finding significant findings in my writing. Firstly, my organization, sentence structure, and grammar improved tremendously when writing before class this year this was a colossal problem in my writing. Furthermore, the creativity I am now able to

As I walk into school, I was shocked because of how different it was from elementary school. I look at my schedule, and go to my homeroom. The teacher seemed nice so I was already happy. She greets everyone, talks about who she is, and then we are called to the auditorium. We all stand up, and follow the teacher to auditorium. When we get there we are seated on the balcony, I look down and I see the 7th and 8th graders, thinking to myself that I have a long ways to go until high school. The principal walks in, everyone quiets down and listens. The eighth graders already knows who he is because they went here in 7th but the seventh graders went to the 6th grade center, sometimes I wish it was still opened but at the same time I don't because I am so used to it not being here. The principle talks about responsibilities, and how to be a successful student, when It was over, he dismisses us to go to 2nd hour, art. I am not a big fan of art because I am not very good but it was still fun. She talks about the rules, and phones, the main stuff and how not to use the paint. Then it was 3rd hour, pe, he talks about the same thing that happened in last hour. Then I had social studies, MS 101, English, math then science, and they all talked about the stuff I already explained.

Management 1050 is one of my favorite courses I have taken this year. I have been pushed by individuals, critical thinking, moral dilemmas, and more. I learned that situations are not black and white; society would greatly benefit from remembering such a truth. Through the ethical school of thought, and relating the most to Aristotle’s code of virtue, I learned that morals must be held in the highest esteem. While others may not always understand the why, we must be able to feel confident in our character and know that we did what we thought was truly right. Morals may become skewed, but that does not excuse our actions or diminish the impact we can have.