Reflection Paper

I stare at myself in the mirror. What do I see? I see a socially awkward teenager, I see someone who is oblivious to the immensity of real life, I see a dancing phenom. I like to compare myself to John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever, and it's not my groovy hairdo and careless attitude that builds this parallel, it's the fact that we’re both kings of the dance floor. Unlike John, I'm no connoisseur in the art of 70’s disco, instead, I’ve mastered the Latin dances of quinceañeras.

When Willie was growing up and he found the calf that he raised by himself butchered in the barn, he did not talk to anyone for three or four days because he was so shocked and filled with anger (Cameron, 2010, p. 16). Not only did some people think that Willie was a strange individual, but one woman, Karen Kaufman, had some negative experiences with him and has seen his “vicious side” (Cameron, 2010, p. 51). Although Pickton could remain controlled most of the time, he was annoyed by his brother's and brother's girlfriend's invasion of his privacy (Cameron, 2010, p. 51). When he saw his brother and his brother's girlfriend enter his room he exclaimed “if she ever comes into this room again, I will kill her” (Cameron, 2010, p. 48). Evidently,

Female misogyny in the workplace is the phenomenon of intra-gender misogyny amongst women. These negative relationships within the female gender have been found to exist empirically and anecdotally between women on the same level, directed upwards within and organization and directed downwards from management to junior levels or potential employees (Mavin, 2006a; Sheppard & Aquino, 2014; Ely, 1994).

Christ has always been apart of my life. The only issue was I didn’t quite understand what it meant to trust him completely as my lord and savior. As long as i can remember my parents had me going to church at ccv and i attended many church camps . When i started to get older i got involved in club sports which took up lot of my time where i couldn't fit church in my life anymore. When i started 9th grade i had a friend named Makensie and she kept bugging me yo go to church again however i didn't want to because i was scared to go back. After awhile of her begging me i went and realized what i was missing and attended church camp that year. I loved it but i still didn't understand what it meant to give my life to him. As time went on i still continued to go to church every weekend.

From birth I have lived in the same little community, a quiet place where literally everybody knows everybody. Come hunting season or Sunday morning the quiet dead little community all of a sudden looks like a metroplex. Everyone shares a common love for God, family, and the great outdoors; these core values have directly shaped me into the person I am today. I have been raised up in a very close knit family, and being that we all live on the same county road, every Sunday evening without exception my whole family gathers together to enjoy a good home cooked meal, and the time spent with each other.

I had to collaborate and co-ordinate with two co-students to organise this session. The logistical aspects like the room to conduct the session, the positioning of the table were decided with a keen focus on the client’s comfort and ease to record. The choice of art materials were based on my client’s preference. My client was insistent on including palettes of left over paint from the studio, various sizes of paper, thread, tracing paper and marker pens for the session. To open the session, I use open questions, paraphrasing and reflecting (McLeod, 2013), like, “What did you want to talk about today” (p1, 0.14). One example early on in the session of paraphrasing and reflecting content is, “So you are really overwhelmed…………manage your priorities for your assignment” (p1, 0.44). It was through paraphrasing and reflecting content, I was able to infer that my client felt anxious about prioritising her study commitments, is sleep deprived and feeling frustrated around managing time.

“He is our Redeemer, our Rock, our Comfort, a Father to the fatherless…” A guest speaker at church camp stopped in the middle of his sermon on Matthew 18 and began listing some of the attributes of God and what He is for His children. I had lost my father two years before that, and had practically given up on my faith, constantly thinking “If God really loved me, why would he have taken my dad away from me?” The speaker’s words floored me. They stopped me cold. I found myself falling towards the altar to pray to the Lord who I had so blatantly been rejecting. I needed a father, and He reminded me that I have a Father; a heavenly and eternal Father.

I went to church at young age with my parents in the same church they had gone to for a while and so did my grandma. However, church was different at that age compared to now. I remember going to Sunday school at a young age and it was all coloring and crafts. We always had a coloring page or a small craft that we worked on that related to what the teacher was talking about. It was to keep us busy and it's hard to remember many of the lessons we learned in Sunday school. It was somewhat similar to Jr Church. It became easier to pay attention in Jr church we still did a lot of crafts but I

I had many questions about the city when I first came to Pittsburgh. I grew up in a small town, so my view of the city was based off television shows and music. This gave me a skewed perception of the city. I have found that one of the most challenging parts of moving to Pittsburgh is figuring out what role I will play. Fortunately, I have some time when it comes to figure this, and other complex aspects of city life, out. Since I have began this course not only have some of my questions been answered, but I have explored more important questions that I had not previously been asking myself. Questions like “How will I play apart in the evolution of Pittsburgh” and “What gives me a sense of belonging to Pittsburgh”. I still have much to learn about Pittsburgh, but what I have certainly learned so far is that it easy to watch the city move past you, but it takes much more to become a part of the city.

As I was first raised as a child, the biggest influential individual in my life is my mother. Nonetheless, she comes from a background from how her parents raised her to treat others in the same manner as you would like to be treated. With this standard, this has been the “golden rule” throughout our family today. By belonging to a Catholic Church since I moved back to the state of Pennsylvania before entering the start of 2nd grade, I attended St.Ignatius of Antioch in Yardley, Pennsylvania.

I grew up in a strong Christian family, who are loving and supportive and constantly point me towards God, reminding me that he is in control. my family has always been very involved in the church, growing up we went to church every Sunday and Wednesday. as a little girl, my favorite part of the week was going to church, to hear the bible stories and to see all my wonderful friends. I always thought I had a good relationship with God, but soon I realized that it was not genuine. I knew who God was and I believed in him but I never had a genuine relationship with him. I was only a young girl I did not fully understand the concept of giving my life to Christ. As I grew up, I started to realize more and more what it meant to follow Christ. When I was twelve years old, is when I realized how important it is to have a relationship with God and I wanted my own faith, instead of living vicariously through my parents faith.

“Because transition is a process by which people unplug into a new world, we can say that transition starts with an ending and finishes with a beginning.” In many ways the previous quote relations to my transition of transferring from Saint Peter’s University to UNC Charlotte. I had to “unplug” from many things in both my academic and personal life, as a result of, transferring to another school.

A fundamental lesson that stuck with me through my early years of childhood was the importance of loving to write. There are many instances that have influenced me as a writer today, including going through an immense amount of stress from AP classes, writing my own poetry, taking the 5th grade writing exam, and applying to colleges. I developed a love hate relationship with reading and writing and this was strongly influenced by my teachers, parents and tutors throughout the years.

For as long as I can remember I’ve been going to church all my life. The first church I remember attending was a small local church that I loved, but I never really understood the real meaning behind going to church every Sunday. Due to a pastor change, my parents decided to move to another church, a bigger one where we hardly knew anyone. I was a teenager when we went to the new church and I was starting to

When I entered into high school nearly four years ago, my motivations were purely academic. I was there to get the best education I could, and to maintain a standard of scholastic excellence. Of course, the only way I knew to measure my own “success” was through concrete and quantitative means; this led me to spend my Freshman and Sophomore years fawning over test scores, GPA points, and even fractions of percents in my grades. I know now that this strategy, while effective in getting me what I wanted (or at least thought I wanted), actually left me missing a huge part of what it means to be truly educated.