Reflection Paper

Science Instructional Analysis and Methods class has afforded me countless learning experiences which I have taken into my intern classroom. I have several take away for this fall’s science methods course. The first being, in Methods class I learned to work in distinct groups of with peers of various levels. My peers who are experiencing classroom teaching for the first time and the graduate interns. Surprisingly, I learned from working with both of these groups. From the graduate level students, I was able to actually make a connection with the content we read about in our text and experiences I had everyday in internship. I appreciate the opportunity, as I felt safe and free to ask questions about the experiences they had in teaching science. I commend you on the way you had broken up the class groups, and afforded us to work with different groups. During this process, I feel I have started to find my voice as a professional. This opportunity allowed me to be more confident to voice my ideas to the teachers I worked with in internship, as I contribute to my PLC group.

It was dark whenever I woke up from my slumber. I was a very heavy sleeper so I knew that someone or something had woken me up. Looking around my room, I noticed a small glint of metal coming from across the room. I suspected it was just a necklace or something catching light from the full moon outside. Then, I fell back asleep without a care in the world. Suddenly I was jolted awake by the sound of a muffled voice saying "Hurry! Knock him out before he hears us!" Then I felt a large pain my arm from a needle and fell into a drug-induced sleep.

After a horrible car ride, I could feel my whole body was reeking the smell of fear, the car came to a jerky stop. Then a deep and groggy voice appeared, “get out” I did as the voice told me as fast as I possibly could without saying a word. We walked for about a minute, going up and down steep hills, at the end of all it I was shoved into a room, and able to see. When I turned around to see

I find myself lying in bed, drifting ever so closely to sleep. My body slowly numbs into a more rested state. Abruptly, I am awakened by an incredible force that is pinning my entire body down at once. It is overwhelmingly strong. My limbs wildly try to fight back only to find themselves powerless to this unseen...something...what it is I am unsure. I am physically unable to move a muscle. I try to scream. The noise won't come. I try to scream louder. Still nothing. The more I try to push it off it pushes down harder and harder on me. I am unnerved by the fact that I see nothing causing this intense pressure. I feel breathless. I wonder if I've officially lost my mind. Helplessly, I begin to realize there is nothing I can do to stop this from happening. I give in, accepting defeat. Slowly now the force begins to recede. I find myself making weird babbling noises, grabbing deliriously at my pillows and blankets. I slowly regain control of my muscle movements. And there I am. Still lying in my bed. Yet now I lay terrified, confused, and unsure of what just came over me.

Tossing and turning she felt as if someone was grabbing onto her. Her heart pounded faster and faster. Her mind rushed to the thought of dieing. She opened her eyes relieved that it was all over. It was only a dream right? Nothing to be worried about she thought. She tried to sit up but found that her arms and legs could not move, they had been strapped down to the bed. Her heart started to race again. She knew that she wasn't asleep anymore. This was real. She tried to scream but her throat was too sore, so all that came out was a little squeal. She tried to kick and free her arms from the straps but they were too tight to get loose. There was a small thump sound near the closet which startled her. Looking over to the dark corner of her room

This was the third time I had woken up paralyzed. The first time was the most pleasant. I opened my eyes but my movement stopped there. I could see nothing but the ceiling. I could hear nothing but the birds chirping from my window. I could feel nothing but the bed against by back and the covers over my chest. This lasted about 5 minutes. The next morning was different. This time, I felt pressure on my left leg. The floor around me creaked periodically. I noticed brief flashes in my peripheral vision. It was at this moment where I realized I wasn’t alone. Someone or something was walking about my room as if surveying my paralyzed body. Whatever the thing was, it was gone by the time I could move again. This time it had lasted 15 minutes.

For my service learning project I worked in Mrs. Evelyn Costa's first grade class at Meadowlane Elementary. Meadowlane is located at 4280 W 8th Avenue in Hialeah, Florida and was constructed in 1957. There are one thousand one hundred and seventy seven students enrolled at Meadowlane Elementary school. Meadowlane has fifty three classrooms and fourteen portables and there are one hundred and seventy nine students per grade level. The school was built on nine acres of land. The student population of meadowlane Elementary is comprised of 97% Hispanic, 2% White, and 1% Asian.

Over the course of the semester, there has been numerous amount of areas where I believe I have improved in comparison to high school. What has helped me in my writing is the writing class and the in-class writing workshop. The writing class that is located in the Kremen education building has helped me with my writing greatly because in the writing center the person in charge teach us lenses and we apply those lenses to the writing, draft, or reading that someone brings in. The in-class writing workshop has helped me because other students get to read my writing. This is helpful because I get feedback from many students and they let me know what needs to be fixed. A new tool I have been using is They Say I Say. The book is very helpful because of the information and examples it provides such as the templates. I have been applying the templates into my essays and I have seen a significant difference.

Since the beginning of the semester, my writing has changed and evolved to accommodate and sustain longer essays. With longer essays, there is more room for in-depth analysis. Further analyzing a topic has led me to findings that I did not know existed. As I continue to write, I uncover addition and superior methods to approach my writing to the benefit of me and therefore, my audience. Throughout the semester, I have incorporated techniques to further my narrative throughout my writing.

When I woke up again I was laying on the floor still but there was someone else in the room. I quickly got up to see if they needed help. I walked over to where they were lying and kneeled down next to them. I felt his wrist for a pulse but I couldn’t find one. I started doing cpr when I heard movement from above. I looked up at the ceiling and saw a air vent above. I started cpr again to try and get a pulse and he gasped for air. I stopped doing cpr and jumped to my feet the guy became conscious and looked up and started to sit up. “How did I get here” he asked looking around. “I don’t know” I said back. He stood to his feet and we heard movement from above again. We both looked up and saw the air

Have you ever cried so hard your contact fell out? Because you felt so hopeless, crying was all you could do. Don't worry, this is not a typical story about getting dumped by a boy.

The most terrifying night of my life started as I was just falling asleep. I could feel my body giving in to the night and my eyelids becoming heavy, however they maintained open against my will. To maybe shake myself out of it, I tried to force myself to sit up; seeing how my legs did not respond to my brains request, I attempted to try a simpler task, like moving my fingers. Nothing was happening, not a muscle would budge. I wanted to yell for help but my mouth was glued shut and my vocal chords had failed me. In less than a second I lost all control over my physical self. For all I had known, I had become a vegetable for the rest of my life. My heart was sinking.

As I was about to fall asleep, I heard a faint noise that resembled a sound similar to weeping. I sat up, unsure whether someone was crying or not. As the sound became more clear, I recognized that the cry was coming from my sister, Christine. Anxious to know what was happening I tip-toed to my door and tried to listen in on a conversation downstairs. I could hear the voices of my mom and dad. Although I could not make out every word, I was certain I had heard the words “hospital” and “hurry.” My heart began to race, my hands grew cold and numb, my vision was blurred. Panicked, I jumped back into bed. I could feel the formation of sweat all over my body. My frigid room soon felt like a sauna. Unable to close my eyes, I jumped out of my bed, ran out of my room and sat on top of the stairs. I could feel my heart pounding all across my body. I felt a sensation flow through my body that I had never felt before or could even describe. As I sat on the top of the stairs, I watched as my mom put a coat onto Christine, who

All the sudden I have woken up in a little tight room. I start screaming for help, but no one can hear me. I relies I can’t move. My hands are all chained up. There’s a wooden bar around my neck. I start crying more and more. I start screaming for my mom. I then get louder and louder. Until I relies no one can hear me. No one is going to save me, not this time. My body still shaking I can’t focus. I can’t

My body jolted with shock as I awoke from one of my several consecutive nightmares. Slowly, I opened my eyes hesitantly as my pupils adjusted to the dark room in search of light. Pushing my elbows against the surface of the rough carpet, I propped myself upright looking around frantically for any signs of danger. Once I realized that danger was not present, I dismissed my fear of being at risk for anything harmful. I then tightly pulled my knees to my chest, lowered my head into my lap, and clenched my fists. Soon after, tears began to overflow my sealed shut eyes as they escaped, racing down my pale cheeks onto my uncontrollable shaky legs. Time passed, and I was still hysterical until I was interrupted by my