Reflection Paper

My friends and I were speaking on our past relationships from high school and earlier semesters. Reflecting on those times, a lot of effort and devotion went into making golden moments with someone I care about, and it’s a shame that things didn’t work out. Although I have graduated high-school a mere two years ago, I ponder why I stay up late nights thinking about those moments, grateful that I had the chance to experience something so wonderful. Yes, love can be an amazing thing; laughter, comfort, and friendships are all products of love I deeply care for. Despite this, it can be our strongest obstacle when trying to find happiness.

In 1994, my parents immigrated to Canada from Vietnam to seek better living conditions and a promising future for their soon-to-be children. However, to live in a free nation filled with opportunities, the two left everything behind. While living in rent, my father worked full-time at a factory while my mother had found a job as a cashier. Although they had a sustainable income, my father understood that raising a child would cost them more than they were currently making. In 1997, my father decided to study computer science at Langara in search for a better-paying job while working part-time as a security guard. Meanwhile, my mother took up housekeeping, working at two different hotels to earn more money for their coming child. Understandably, my parents had made their lives much harder immigrating to Canada, but their sacrifices - I can say - has paid off.

I’ve been playing piano for almost 9 years now, and that has come with a whole slew of failures on various scales. I had recently graduated from lesson books into classical music when this story begins. I had enrolled in Auditions, a piano competition where you ‘audition’ for State. I was ecstatic when I found out that I had received a one, or a superior, in the competition. Which isn’t easy by any means. In most competitions like Sonatina/Sonata Festival or Federation the judges give out superiors like Oprah Winfrey gives out money. “You get a one! You get a one! EVERYBODY GETS A ONE!”. So needless to say I was very pleased with myself.

When I was in fifth grade, that's when I found out I was going to go to FCMS. I was really excited but yet very nervous. I thought that it would not be easy to make new friends even though I still had my friends from elementary school. When it was the first day of sixth grade, I was so nervous to walk into class and not knowing everyone in my class. I walked in and I sat down to eat my breakfast. It was a really good chicken biscuit and a very enjoyable, cool orange juice.

Dr. Christine Weinberger is a Mohs surgeon who removed a Basal Cell Carcinoma from my mother’s face in 2014. Today, my mother has no concern about recurrence in the area and only has a discreet scar along the alar crease. Impressed by her doctor’s professionalism, bedside manor and extraordinary similarity in interests to mine, my mother urged me to reach out to her. When I did, she invited me into the clinic to observe her typical busy day of greeting patients, removing initial stages of their skin cancer, histological preparation, review of the slides, and then either further excision or closure. She performed over fifteen procedures eliminating people’s skin cancer that day. I left feeling the thrill of adrenaline and exhilaration, having discovered that I wanted to spend the rest of my life as physically and intellectually stimulated as I was that day. The next morning, I woke up to an email from Dr. Weinberger, informing that they had a job opening and would like me to apply. Soonafter, I arrived for my first day and during the initial orientation period I was immersed in literature and training in wound care, anatomy, wound healing, suture and staple removal, unna boot application (for chronic ulceration), surgical preparation, sterilization, identification of infection, biopsy procedure, clinical photography, gloving up to assist in surgery, UPTs, and EMR documentation. After mastering these skills, I became responsible for a full schedule of 15-20 postoperative

Concurrent with improvement and enhancements to the Region 16 written curriculum, I will work collaboratively with building leaders to ensure that teachers implement the written curriculum with fidelity through the application of high-quality instruction. If appointed the next Region 16 Director of Curriculum, Instruction and Assessment, I will prioritize direct observations of instruction districtwide. As part of my observations, I will investigate the following:

Students all attend school, for the same reason, and that is to learn. While most of the time we are being taught the same material, our school experiences vary from student to student and from school to school. Some countries schoolings are known far and wide for their academic performance and then there are some that don't even have basic schooling necessities. Some experiences are so wonderful, you never forget them. Others are so bad it's impossible to forget about them. I have had my own fair share of experiences be it domestic where I was shunned or foreign experiences which gave me a whole new perspective on education. It is these very experiences that have made me who I am today, a strong, critical-thinking and compassionate person.

This past year has been a learning experience that has led me to where I am today, attending Citrus. I graduated from Glendora High School in May of two-thousand sixteen with the intention of moving away to school and attending the University of Arizona; however, within the week post-graduation I decided it would be in my best interest to take some time away from the books. I love education and every ounce of learning. My school work, grades, and attendance have always been a top priority, but I began to feel as if I was a car running out of gas, I knew that if I went into my freshman year at a university with the mindset I had and the drive I was lacking, I probably would not be very successful nor would I get very far. For me to figure out myself and where I desire to be a break was needed from not only school, but also this town. Unfortunately, my gap year wasn’t filled with any crazy stories of finding myself while lost backpacking or traveling, but it was filled with personal growth amidst new coworkers, a newer environment, and a boyfriend as well as some family. I moved to Arizona anyhow and that is where I did most of my recent growth. Now you’re probably wondering how I landed myself back in Glendora, a question I now have the confidence to answer. Arizona was great, I love it, and it holds such a large part of my heart however I could not muster up an ounce of motivation to go back to school. I felt too comfortable with what I had and feared going back with

The coaches blew their whistles, a loud, blaring noise compared to the quiet giggles of the seventh grade girls. The whistles had signified that the game was over. Unfortunately, Keystone Oaks had won against the Canon McMillan girls’ gold volleyball team, which meant that my game was next. Our first away game! I was excited, but my joy was ephemeral once I realized how good the seventh grade Keystone Oaks team was. Of course, I would not let that frighten me. I played as hard as I could, giving it my all, and I was not ready to let them win. As fate would have it, we lost. But this event is a great example of how I am awkward, defensive, and somewhat stubborn. I, unlike most others, love competition, as I become a lot stronger, phisically and emotionally, when faced with challengers. One could also say I am funny and mischievous, as I act like a ‘class clown’ when with my friends. But what really outlines me as a person are my family, hobbies, and aspirations.

During my first year in college, I did not realize the major challenges I would face being a first-generation college student that was undeclared as a major. I knew I had to continue my education as many of my teachers and advisers in high school had mentioned. But I never knew the struggle of not having a family member to ask for advice or guidance to navigate my college education or choosing a major. I became interested in helping other students in their path post-high school by volunteering, mentoring and working with high school students in their process of applying or learning about their postsecondary education options. After working with different ethnic groups I came to realize that those that identified as

Every student deserves the best chance at getting the highest level of education they can, however, some students need a little extra support that others may not. A student, Axel, who is currently in my classroom has had a hard time keeping his focus and is often avoidant when it comes to his work. It has become clear that his avoidance becomes a distraction to the whole class. His behaviors currently include but are not limited to: rolling around on the floor during rug lessons, yelling across the room, walking around the room talking to friends, sharpening his pencil five or more times throughout the day, asking to go to the bathroom at inappropriate times, spending fifteen to twenty minutes in the

Life is about learning new things and allowing for others to open our minds to the possibility of new perspectives. In life I have always found that it is important to learn something new every day, so I do try to learn something new every day. In starting this class, I knew that I would be learning so many new things. From school I had a basic understanding of how the world was but to read these stories and poems, that were written on an emotional level, I never realized how bad things really were. It has made me very grateful for what I have in my life, opening my eyes to the world we live in now. So of all the many pieces I have read so far in this class it was hard to decide what pieces to choose for this assignment, but I managed to choose. First “The Chimney Sweeper” by William Blake (pg.129). Next is “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid (pg.121). Lastly “Bartleby, The Scrivener” by Herman Melville (pg.235). These three pieces of literature really spoke to me as a person, mother and friend. And I plan to tell you how these wonderful literary works have changed my perspective on the world.

The way we view the world makes a huge impact on how we live and chose to do things. One of the most fundamental things which guide how we live and think is what e believe to be the ultimate reality. Within my cohort since we all go to a christian University and have grown up relatively with the same belief system we all agreed that God is the ultimate reality. That when everything else disappears God is who created all matter and without God there is no matter. I believe we live in a world that is two dimensional; physical and spiritual. Meaning that there is a world that we can see as well as one that is visible with the naked eye. However one of my cohorts said that she believed that God is matter, saying that all that is around us contains God since he is who created all. We contrasted in this belief because I believe that God created all matter and then allows it to move as he designed it, interacting only when disruption is needed to move things according to Gods will.

It is extremely difficult to estimate the amount of knowledge in existence today. While knowledge is flowing in incredible pace, extraction and application of the relevant information from the bulk of knowledge is vital for many aspect of our lives. As an IMBA student in Florida International University, I have never thought that there was such a strict distinction between the information and the knowledge in today’s technology driven world. However, after taken this course, it is quite clear to me that gathering the beneficial information is not an easy task as it seems before. There are crucial elements to obtain valuable information for the businesses. Every business is unique so the strategies for them too.

Many governesses before Maria considered the von Trapp children to be incorrigible. They hated the children for the mischief that they do and the children hated the governesses in return. Hate begets hate.