Reflection Paper

Every night before school I would carefully choose my outfits because I would never want to be caught not wearing Abercrombie and Fitch anything. You were cool if your wore Abercrombie and Fitch because they had the cutest clothes, but I was never really quite small enough to wear clothes from the tween section so I always had to buy from the women's section which was never as cute and was always a bit to big, but that was not going to stop me. During 8th grade I soon realized that wearing Abercrombie and Fitch was not cute at all and began to secretly make fun of girls who wore it which was hypocritical of me but I did not really care because I was wearing the cutest clothes from free people and urban outfitters which was supposed to make me even cooler than in 6th grade when I wore an extremely over priced brand, which it did not.

Perspectives of how we view the world around us at many points of life can become so obscured that they often become lost and forgotten leading one to live a life with a single perspective--a single story. You see it was a day like any other in the chaotic mess that is the center for the community during dinner hours where hundreds upon hundreds if not thousands of students converge in a swarm echoing clattering noise of conversations, and endless queues wrapping around every little space to eat what most consider to be subpar food. I was sitting alone merely being that weird guy who preferred to read. All the while, I noticed some students horsing around, and in my attention, I saw a full cup of soda which was obviously at some point going to get spilled.

Some of my strengths in this domain would be in my ability to provide comfort measures for my clients, being present with them and taking measure to preserve their personhood. I also feel that I have managed to maximize my client participation and control in their health and healing. During one of my shifts, my client expressed her frustration with being on precautions and that she felt like she was never going to get better. We had a talk about why was on precautions and I sympathized with the fact that it can make one feel isolated. I made sure to stay and visit with this client more often throughout that shift. She also expressed her frustration with having another infection. She was recovering from sepsis and has had two sub pubic catheters inserted, one fell out and the other became infected. I listened to her frustrations, and we talked about her health journey thus far. We ended the conversation by agree to try and think positive that this next one will workout and that she is a strong woman for having gone through everything she has. She agreed and thanked me for listening to her. In addition, I feel like I do a good job at explaining what I am doing with my clients, and ensuring their privacy when preforming skills.

As I planned this learning experience I consulted with both the teacher and director of the program about their science curriculum for the month. I knew I needed to plan an activity inclusive of science themed dialogic reading. Since, the class was beginning to learn about the senses, we collaborated about splitting the class into two groups. One group would be with a teacher doing a sense of taste activity, while I would have the other group doing a sense of smell activity. My activity was inclusive of fresh herbs from my garden and a book about smell. I prepared the dialogic reading as well as brought along a felt board with yes and no pieces. After I read the story I passed around the various herbs for the children to smell and explore. Once they decided if they liked the smell or not they would place a yes or no piece on the board. The languages of learning I referred to was investigating what smell they liked the best and exploring through using their hands to touch the fresh herbs. As a result, they learned new knowledge about how their nose works. For instance, I had with me lemon balm, which obviously smells like lemons. The children assimilated the smell to that of lemonade, since that is what they are most familiar with. Additionally, my lesson supported standard: 10.1 PK.B Identify and locate body parts by understanding what sense is responsible for what action. As well as 2.4 PK.MP Use mathematical processes when measuring; representing, organizing, and

I believe in a metaphorical home. Though I may be young and have so much ahead of me and I can’t be coddled for the rest of my life, I truly believe in letting myself fall back into that someone that is there for me. Whether it be a significant other, family or a friend, It’s always comforting to have that special someone. Someone that’s there when I need them most, that is willing to show me some tough love, and even just to have them in the back of my mind. Having that one thing to pick me back up when I fall apart is like a safety net when I just need to fall back.

English 101 has introduced me to many different types of papers that I did not know even existed. From summary, response, critique, rhetorical analysis, and informative synthesis, I have learned how to properly and effectively write each different kind of paper, and my writing has improved in many ways. One way my writing has improved this semester is that I have learned how to accurately organize information, and decide how to clearly present the material. Looking back at the first paper, it is easy to see that I did not have a lot of experience with organization. In the first paper, I would jump from subject to subject without any awareness of organization. Since the first paper, I have took the time to write out how I am going to present the information, and how to transition effectively from one paragraph to the other. One important aspect of organization is to decide what main points I want to focus on. From there, it is important to state what author or topic I am discussing at the beginning of each paragraph. This will allow the reader to read through the paper without any question as to what I will be discussing in each paragraph.

The purpose of this project was to provide teacher candidates, such as myself, with an opportunity to gain experience in a preschool/pre kindergarten environment. I was given the opportunity to collaborate with the lead teacher in a pre-k classroom to learn about the daily classroom routines. I partnered with a child to implement in-class and out-of-class activities. Through implementation of these activities, I was given the opportunity to collaborate with the child, her mom, and the teacher to come up with age appropriate activities that interested my student. I completed my fieldwork at Kindercare Learning Center in Richfield, OH. I have worked at Kindercare for over a year and I was extremely excited to see what I was able to learn by doing my field work at my place of employment and learn more about the incredible child care center at which I am lucky to work. This location of Kindercare recently earned a 5 star rating from Step Up To Quality. The teacher in which I shadowed this semester was Ms. Jackie. Ms. Jackie has been teaching at Kindercare for a little over one year. She attended Bowling Green University, studying middle level education. She left school prior to graduation as she realized she did not want to teach middle school. Shortly after leaving Bowling Green, she received a job at Kindercare. She initially was hired as the preschool teacher working with the three year olds, but after about 6 months, she moved up to being the pre-k classroom lead teacher.

A peaceful Spring evening gave way to a moonlit crisis as I stumbled out of my house and through an empty neighborhood. I saw the stars on the pavement beneath my feet, and underside of the ocean in the skies above; I didn’t want to exist anymore. I wanted to cry and scream, but only bubbles would come out. I walked deeper into the void, and in my depressing soliloquy, I cried out; I asked why I’m like this, why must I overthink and overanalyze any situation, when did I lose the ability to accept, and why the hell can I not learn to love myself? Whether the response from the void was a spiritual experience, a message from God, or maybe just a personal epiphany, I do not know. But that’s what I learned to accept, that there’s a lot of stuff I do not know and that I will never know. That night, I realized that true acceptance is not where I fully come to terms with a situation, no matter how terrible, but it is acknowledging how I will never fully accept these things. It is looking at the bad things in my life directly, and respecting that I will never be completely okay with it, and welcoming my sadness. After this night, I learned to accept my overwhelming self-hatred and fear of failure, and I grew to become more motivated and hardworking because of this. I wanted to work so that I could feel good about myself and I hoped that it would make me truly happy one day. After accepting all the things I didn’t know, I began to believe that there was a light around the corner, out

About one month ago, I made an appointment with the writing center in order take notes for this paper and also to get some more feedback on major paper 2. Before my appointment date, I took some notes on what I expected from the writing center and how I felt about going to see a tutor. It helps to write these kinds of things out because it really makes you reflect on how you think and feel.

On November 17, 2017, I helped Vanessa to get everything ready before had anyone came to watch the dance performance. We got everything ready and helped each group to dress up and make sure nothing was missing. Everything went very well and we also provided lunch for everyone where each of us can get together and it ended at 2pm. I helped Vanessa cleaned up everything and make sure everything was clean when we were done cleaning then we had several staffs, parents, and administrators objected about Fall Festival because some of them felt it was offensive due to cultural appropriation where it showed that they dressed up like another country cultural without having students’ parents signed to permission that Fall Festival should be provided but they did not which it was not appropriate. It helped me learn that it was important to talk to administrators to get their opinions first before asking parents for their permission without feeling cultural appropriation. There were couple challenges that I had to deal with during my internship. I had hard time to communicate with some people who I have been work with. But it helped me to learn that not everyone is good at communication and how can I modify my communicate access with them because it is important to have communication with anyone who I work with. It is important to have communicate with anyone who I work with so we can be on same page without being misunderstanding which it could cause more serious problem if we did not

I was born into a time of darkness. Quite literarily, during the first year of my life, my parents found themselves often not having access to basic necessities that we take for granted every day such as electricity or water. Both my mother and father come from humble beginnings, being born and raised in small villages in the outskirts of Armenia. Never would they dream of one day moving to a city like Los Angeles after the kind of life we lived since my birth. Yet what we perceive as completely unattainable to us was actually much more within our reach than we initially thought. With a hopeful perspective in mind, we applied for a green-card and miraculously won a chance for a brighter future in the U.S.

I was reading a book one day and I read the statement “If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself” (The Lightning Thief, 2005). I knew I had to change to become a better version of myself. Times got better in high school. I learned that I deserved to be happy and loved. I realized that everyone is different and that is what makes us awesome. I learned to love myself despite my flaws. Sometimes, even now I have relapses and I know now what to do and how to get through them.

I was one of those people that always had a competitive mind set, whether it came to being in class or outside of it. I had always wanted to be on top and would do anything to get to that spotlight. It was the beginning of seventh grade, this would the first year that I would be able to participate in a school sponsored sport and be a part of a team, which was something I looked forward to for quite a while. I had been running cross country since I was in third grade, but never competitively. Before seventh grade, I ran for a program outside of the schools league for two years, training hard everyday with my teammates. I had not participated in any races that meant anything in serious, nor counted towards anything, so I did ever experience true competition. Through running everyday, I learned new techniques to add to help aid my running and use my body and mind more efficiently. Not everyone made the team, so having some background in the sport and being in shape gave me an advantage over other runners. Soon after trying out for the school team, I was told that I had what it takes and made the team. This meant that I had to start going to practices every day and working out with the new team, something that I was already used to from my previous training group.

I was talking with my brother about how terrified and nervous we both felt. Everything was new for us and he told me, “I hope everything works out and we can make new friends”. We felt wear and silly. We didn’t know nobody and we missed our old friends and our country. When we boarded the bus we saw new people happy for their return to school. We listened children talking and laughing with their friends. When we entered our first class the others looked at us weird, they made us feel uncomfortable. At the end of the day it was difficult for us to return home, because we had been given the wrong bus number; But finally we arrived to our house we felt happy because the first day of school was a test passed.

The second day of school into sixth grade was going fine, I was having a good day. I was excited that I was in middle school. The clock finally hit three I went straight home. I got home, I ate and watched tv shows on Netflix.I was having a laid-back day since I didn't have homework to do.It was around 8:50 p.m. and my mom told me and my sisters to go to bed since it was a school night. I went to my room but didn’t listen to my mom. My younger sister Samantha and I were playing around with my baby sister Gema. We were playing on my bed by the corner.