Reflection Paper

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 emotional abuse that I have suffered through cannot be consigned into words. I believe the worst part of it all was never being enough for my father; I was never a good enough reason for my father to quit drinking. The abundant of support that we gave him wasn’t enough for him. All that agony has made me into the persistent and self-reliant man that I am today. From my dad’s experiences, it made me realize that he’s the type of person I don’t want to be. His disease made me able to find the many benefits of being raised by an alcoholic

Often enough, divorce usually has a negative effect on people. I am no exception to that. Though I was too young to remember what life was like before my parents separated themselves, having that life for as long as I can think of was not a good experience. It caused me to have a serious case of anxiety before going to my dad’s house for visitation, during, and after. No one likes to feel anxious or stressed, and I felt that everyday, all the time. I was a self-conscious, shy girl who wasn’t ready for complex

On September 6, 2017, I were documented for an incident that involved a University Housing policy violation. I was charged with violating the University Housing Alcohol 1.2 policy. With my violation, came consequences. I met with The Residence Conduct Coordinator to discuss my actions and came to the conclusion that I would have to schedule a meeting with The Campus Alcohol and Drug Education Center (CADEC) and with that, a reflection paper.

However, this also showed me how love does and does not work. This event has changed who I am, and has showed me several absolute truths about the world. First, I have learned that pain and loss are unavoidable. Most of the time, the situations that you are involved in are beyond your control.

Growing up with divorced parents is never easy; especially when you, as a five year old, blame yourself for your parents’ divorce. What makes it worse is walking in on the night that caused the divorce. Walking into the screaming, the yelling, and the tears. Walking in on your brother calling the cops. Walking in when your mother is on the verge of death. Walking in and immediately blaming yourself. Thinking to yourself ‘I could have prevented this.’ Never truly realising that this was not your fault.

When I was about 14 months old, my parents separated which then led to a divorce. Since I was extremely young, I cannot remember how it affected me. But once I got into grade school, I was in great knowledge that something was different. I then started to understand the affects my parents’ divorce had on me such as anger, resentment, feeling of loneliness, and prob-lems with communication. Now that I am a young adult, I still feel like I am being affected by those same problems except now I am able to control myself when I start to feel the symptoms. Divorce has had a huge impact on my life.

My parents' divorce was one of my most significant life events. As a result of my parents' divorce, I lived in a divided home. I spent part of my time with my father (usually weekends and a few holidays) and part of my time with my mother (weekdays and other major holidays). Unlike other children my age, who tended to conceive of their parents as infallible well into adolescence, I understood at a young age that my parents were not perfect. My mother frequently criticized my father and vice versa. At first, I felt resentful towards both of them for shattering my world. It was uncomfortable and awkward having to deal with both of them when the anger of the divorce was still festering.

While I was growing up, shattered picture frames, heavy -hearted tears and grudgeful altercation lingered in the air became my definition of divorce. My family suffered a tragic event which caused my parents to go separate ways. As devastating as the situation was, I continued to stay optimistic and hoped that my parents would reunite as a family one day. Soon I realized that I could not turn back the time. After my parents filed the divorce papers, my life started to crumble into ruins. The aftershock of my shattered hopes led me living day by day with no intention to succeed.

Separating proved no help, but only aiding in more doubting and hurt. Hurting not only my parents but my brothers and I as well.They finally divorced, and when they did my life changed. No more picture perfect life,and it had already dissipated soon before the divorce. I just conflicted with myself to believe that what I had was gone. I felt my like life was a lie. Like some sort of fictional story. I felt,off.

When I ponder upon the memories of when I was a child, I often think about how happy and carefree I used to be, and it's made me realize how much I cherish those moments and how I shouldn't have taken them for granted. When I was 10 years old, my parents split up and ended up getting divorced about a year later. Since I was so young, I don't think I fully understood what was going on, and I began to condition myself into thinking a divorce must be as common as a break-up between two lovers. However, as I started getting older, the concept of having two separate lives began to hit me harder. Life started getting tough once the heated arguments became more frequent, along with the frustration of having to pack up all my stuff and live a different

People know a divorce can hurt a family, but they don’t always understand how it can change people’s behavior, until it is told to them. In a divorce, people think of it currently but not how it will change people in that situation for the rest of their lives. For instance, a child can be grown up and think that their life is perfect and it all changes from a safe place we once had into a place where you need to be careful everyplace you step. Suddenly, everything just become confusing and you blame yourself for the family separation, but you learn that it wasn’t and you could never change the outcome. You become closer to one parent and distant to the other, not knowing how much they are going to be in your future life or when you have children. When will your children get to visit their grandma or grandpa.

Whenever I hear people talking about divorce, or hear phrases such as “broken family” I want to either comfort or correct the person. I am able to set aside the sliver of pain that resides in the back of my head and realize all the wonderful things that have come out of my parent’s separation. I was pretty young when my parents started to have constant arguments but never really put the pieces together on my own. My worst childhood memories are not of scraped knees or broken bones but a broken heart. What had happened? What had I done? I can now confidently say that all the difficult times my parents’ divorce put me through have helped to bring my family together, separately. It left me with countless life lessons and the realization that things can always be worse. My parents’ divorce not only brought me severe pain but strength. It’s helped me to grow as an individual and I want to always remember that this is how things were meant to be.

Our civilizations relies upon people to develop morals and resilience through family, however, what happens when you grow up in an abusive family? Sure, you develop resilience quickly, unfortunately, you may build your moral foundation over a sinkhole. In addition to family dynamics, by age eleven, I survived being hung by a Mexican gang, three dog attacks and a house fire which left both legs covered in second degree burns. Fortunately, at age twelve, I ran away and a couple discovered me sleeping in their garage. Compassionately, they took me in and allowed me to live in a travel trailer on their property.

In my past years of education I have been involved in many classes, but I had never taken a summer class until this semester in college. In elementary school, middle, and high school, I did not take summer school either. This semester in college, it was necessary for me to catch up on my studies and attend this English class as a requirement for other classes that I also intend to take, therefore I decided to enroll in a summer class to help me catch up with the mandatory classes for my nursing degree. I have been lucky to have chosen a great class with a very helpful teacher who has taught me so much. In this course we wrote four major essays, a narrative, an argument, a report essay and an analysis. I learned many things from the essays