Reflection Paper

Post freshman year I was working hard in the off season, knowing what I could accomplish if I put my best effort forward. I just got home from the West Point cross country

As the year is coming to an end, I have the chance to look back on the entire year and reflect. From middle school, to high school, a lot has changed. High school has made me realize my strengths and weaknesses in different subjects. These strengths and weaknesses have made me learn things about myself that I didn’t know. My 9th grade experience has taught me a lot of things that I will never forget.

I hurried through the hallways rushing to get to first period like any other normal day in high school, until everything turned upside down. The beginning months of my freshmen year were what I thought would be the best start to the next four years. By the time spring rolled around, I was getting ready to start lacrosse season with my best friends. We all started playing in middle school and loved the sport, as well as our coach, who had also been the high school coach. Unfortunately, our favorite coach had been terminated and it changed everything. I felt that I had a great advantage in knowing the coach and understanding the way she taught. That day my life shifted and impacted my high school career. I attended all of the practices, including

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:

When I was born to about the age of 8, I kept to myself and enjoyed playing alone. I didn’t want anyone else’s input on what I had to say, because I was happy with the choices I was making when I was playing with my toys. My mom told me I would sit in my room and play with my stuffed animals and My Little Pet Shop toys for hours on end just talking away, but when it came down to group settings I would just be quiet. I have been trying to figure out why that is. I do not remember being to told be quiet or to listen. I just did it. I enjoyed listening to others, because I was learning from their words. I already knew what I thought and didn’t see the importance of sharing that.

Being the oldest of two, there is always higher expectations of me. I have to clean more without being told to do so, I have keep up with all responsibilities when it comes to my school work with no exceptions, and most of all Its rare that I get any chances because I am supposed to “lead by example”. It was as if all the weight was on my shoulders, I always felt stressed out and that my sister never got punished. she would annoy me for the fun of it, do things that would irk my nerves so I could fight back, misplace or break things and blame it on me; and of course, she got away with it.

Throughout this semester, I was able to actively participate in the service learning project. By doing so, I learned so much regarding how to apply the marketing concepts we’ve studied. The project I was a part of this semester was for the Ronald McDonald Charity House. Our CBO, Sven, assigned us two different assignments to be completed along with our marketing plan. First, we were assigned to create a promotional video for the “Meals from the Heart” program. Additionally, we were assigned to complete an assessment of their sponsor program, which corresponds with the “Meals from the Heart” program.

“We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us.” –Winston Churchill. I do remember my late grandfather narrating alluring anecdotes from his time in the Indian Air Force and a few of my late great grandfather’s heroics while he served in the British Army (1917-1946). I slowly started to develop a taste for war-time stories, military history as a whole which always intrigued me, possibly because of my family lineage. I am always curious to learn more about our past, about the mistakes made by our forefathers that however frivolous they may seem or sound but were enough to instigate a war.

I learned some pretty strange things in my middle school sex education class. However, I’d consider myself lucky! My class was the only one to have a speaker come in to talk to us. He taught about one thing, and one thing only:

Within my time in Child Protective Services, I had experienced a consistent amount of lying, which to me was a new experience. I was forced to adapt by listening to, two almost completely different stories, then pick out the similarities, and fill in the blanks. There were several times when a couple would lie for one another but have stories so far off that it was obvious neither were being truthful. We also had a family rehearse a story so that all of their stories did match one another’s but the injuries and marks were not consistent with the story at all. I do not tend to lie often because I found early on that honesty really is the best policy and I have always been my friend and families safe haven so no one has ever felt the need to lie to me as much as I experienced with CPS. I had to break my trusting habits and listen to everything as something that I will be investigating later to ensure it was the truth. In the training I was encouraged to read people or at least give it my best attempt. Investigator Samuel Nunez was extremely talented in this aspect and consistently quizzed me to ensure I was gaining the skill. There would be numerous actions one could do, or even different tones in their speech, or even switching their speaking patterns that he would be able to notice and predict why the change occurred. I found that when one is too trusting when investigating they would often look incompetent at the end of the case. Often times this is before a judge when one

When I was around seven, I learned a valuable lesson of listening to your parents. Even to this day my parents would bring up that time to warm us not to do anything dumb. Whenever I am near the water, it reminds me of the stupid game that my brother and I used to do.

Do you remember what your priorities were when you were eight years old? When I was that age (1965), I was in third grade. One of my jobs was to make breakfast on weekday mornings for some of my younger brothers and sisters. At that age, my primary goal was to figure out ways to get out of work around the house, so I could go outside and play with my cousins who lived in the neighborhood.

The Medieval Era was a time dominated by belief. People lived with such great superstition and fear of God. Many people were focused not on their lives her on earth, but rather their life after death. During the Renaissance people became more humanistic and focused more on their lives in the moment rather than their afterlife. We can see these changes of Ideas by studying the works of Saint Anselm of Canterbury, Saint Thomas Aquinas, Thomas a Kempis, and Caesarius of Heisterbach from the Medieval Era and compare it to the works of Marsilio Ficino, Leonardo Da Vinci, Niccolo Machiavelli, and Desiderius Erasmus of the Renaissance period we can see a very particular change in worldviews.

Junior year could not have started out any better. We had an undefeated football season that lead to our first state championship in over 50 years. This was the first year I made a name for myself on the team and there was no better way to end that season. School was going great, mostly A’s and B’s, but I knew I had to start focusing and studying for my standardized test. This was going to be the most critical part for my college applications. I knew I had to take this very seriously if I wanted to succeed and push my educational career in a positive direction. Just one test could decide if I would be going to an elite university or a mediocre one. The thought of that killed me because one should not be tested on how many

Since I was a little girl, I was fascinated with the story of creation in Genesis. I must have been six or seven years old when I read it for the first time from the old Bible of my uncle. I remember being absolutely awestruck by the great power of God who ordered and things came to be. At that time, I imagined the author of the Biblical text as being an eyewitness to the creation and faithfully reporting of what he had seen. The first chapters of the Book of Genesis reflect on the mystery of God, the creator of everything that exists, the creator of heaven and earth. Everything that is, exists because God had