Reflection Paper

When I first decided to expand my education, it had been so long since I had been to school, and I was very hesitant. I talked at length about my decision with my husband and with his encouragement, decided to enroll but still was not quite sure which degree program to enroll in. I knew that this was something that I had always wanted to do since I obtained my Associates Degree in Nursing, but I did not have the courage, nor did I want to give up the time with my family and children. I second guessed my abilities and my knowledge because it had been so long since I had been in college. Now that my children are about to graduate high school and

Throughout the course of this semester, I have continuously grown as a writer. Prior to taking this course, I had little experience or knowledge when it came to writing. I used to struggle with forming my thoughts into writing, let alone a paper. I was never confident with what I wrote. My writing had no greater purpose other than the assignment. My writing process included: writing my paper, proofreading it, and turning it in. Once the paper left my hands, it also left my mind. Throughout this course we worked with others, visited the writing lab, wrote critiques, and we were able to revise our papers. I believe that all of this is has caused me to grow greatly as a writer.

On September 6, 2017, I were documented for an incident that involved a University Housing policy violation. I was charged with violating the University Housing Alcohol 1.2 policy. With my violation, came consequences. I met with The Residence Conduct Coordinator to discuss my actions and came to the conclusion that I would have to schedule a meeting with The Campus Alcohol and Drug Education Center (CADEC) and with that, a reflection paper.

The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite

I stepped into Mrs.Swartz’s 2nd grade class and I was frozen because,none of my friends were in her class.Just a ton of strangers.On the outside it may have looked like I was calm,but in the inside I was going all over the place,and I was so scared.There were name tags with cute apples on them,and all I could think was”Oh great,I have to sit next to a boy.”There was this girl in my group that seem a little hyper.Well,maybe more than a little hyper she was like “Hey!What’s your name!” and I whispered in a shy voice”Dinara.”Then I asked her and she said “Bri.”

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep

My friends and I were riding bikes in the road. The road was scorching, it hurt to step foot on it without shoes. Knowing me as a child, I was the one without shoes. I was too scared I was going to burn my feet, so I would have get off my bike in the grass. The sky was partially cloudy at noon that day. The clouds were more gray than white that day.

My last class of the day was Algebra one, which was “ok” but only because I was relatively good at math. And even though I'm pretty good at math I was still having problems keeping up with the material and just wanted to quit. Some days waking up seemed almost impossible. Getting out of bed was so difficult. Going to school each morning was a struggle. And winters were even more unbearable. I hate going to school when it's as hot as an oven outside, so why do I have to go when it's sub zero temperatures outside. I'm finally getting out the door, The wind so cool sending chills throughout my body. Each breath sent an intense burning sensation through my nostrils and down my throat . I felt so anxious getting to school, I did not want to be late. And to make matters worse, some classroom didn't have heat. It made leaving my nice warm bed that much harder to

She called his name once again and he then raised his hand slowly. She looked around the classroom until she found him. “Please say here next time” He just nodded his head slowly, still with his hood on. He seemed pretty quiet. The quiet kids usually sit in the way back but he sits upfront. “And no hoods indoors” Jonathan slowly slid his hood off his head, keeping his head down. When he took the hood off, he sunk lower in his seat in a slouching position. The day went by pretty fast as our first day and soon I was on my way to lunch. The doors were wide open as I walked through, on my way to the lunch line. I looked around the lunchroom to examine the area. I soon made eye contact with my friends and smiled. I got my lunch and paid for it. Walking over to my table, I saw something to the right of me. I sighed and continued my walk to the lunch table quickly. Once I got there I took a seat. “ Hey ya’ll” I said putting my tray down. “What’s wrong with you man” My friend Brooklyn said eating her sandwich. I sighed and looked in the direction of what I saw

It was a nice day outside in the summer. The sun was out but it wasn't to hot. I could hear the basketballs bouncing on the ground and the sounds of scraping your feet on the ground from playing defense. My moms was making chicken and I could hear the sizzle of the grease frying the chicken. I kept smelling the food and it even made me even more hungrier. While the food was cooking I kept working on my math problems. I wanted to go outside

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.

“We need all empty hospital beds to the trauma center now!” I, the baby-faced medical scribe, yelled to the medical staff in D-pod of the ER. Ten police officers and two citizens had been shot in nearby downtown Dallas. I was assigned to work with Dr. Schaff who instructed me to recruit the open beds needed to accommodate the influx of patients. Walking into the frantic trauma room, I appeared with a blank face, dazed by the situation. I regained a perceptive state of mind when Dr. Schaff began asking me details about a patient while telling me to track down an extra tourniquet for a heavily bleeding gunshot wound to the leg. In such a chaotic situation, I became amazed by Dr. Schaff’s skill to quickly assess and treat the patient to allow a higher chance of full recovery. The patient’s wife arrived at the ER and was overcome with emotions. As Dr. Schaff entered the room, she was still in shock from her husband’s condition. Dr. Schaff proceeded to sit down and have a long and considerate conversation with her. Her tear-covered face transformed to a glimmering smile when she realized her husband would make a full recovery, and she joyfully hugged Dr. Schaff. Watching Dr. Schaff interact with her gave me an intoxicating feeling I had never experienced. It demonstrated to me that being a doctor involved not only scientific knowledge and skill, but also human compassion and interpersonal qualities.

I would wake up in the morning, exhausted, my mind pleading to go back to bed, but I knew I had to get up because of school. I hopped into the steaming hot shower and let the water drip down my face as I massage the conditioner into my hair. After about 2 minutes of the hot liquid running down my sides, I walked out of the glass shower to grab my pink, soft robe and brushed my hair. About 3 minutes later I dragged my sleepy body to the kitchen to eat my breakfast, breakfast never has been my favorite meal, but it is the most important meal of the day so I had to eat it. Before I knew it I was at school, the small brown school that I have been going to since I was in preschool, I remember looking up at the school and felt hot tears forming at the bridge of my eyelids, I loved this school so much, I knew everyone and loved everyone, but because I was in Grade 8, I had to leave this small school that I have known for my whole entire life, this was a scary thought for me, because I despise meeting new people and new places

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:

It was the last hour of school and I was staring at the clock every 5 seconds it felt like. I was in history last hour and they were talking about africa. Of course this class had to be last hour I did not like history. There was only 2 minutes until the bell rang I started to pack her stuff up and was starting to inch over to the door. “RING!” The bell