Reflection Paper

When I saw my friends walking toward me, that’s when I finally stepped into the building. As I walked into the building, I was astonished by how enormous the school was compared to my middle school. Some teachers welcomed me to the new school, and asked me if I needed any help finding the classrooms, while the other teachers were too busy typing on their computers. The moment when I entered my homeroom, it surely was much bigger than the one at my old school, the room makes me feel more comfortable with the new environment because the teacher was very friendly and very professional because of well-prepared clothes, and the way she talked. I finally realized that I have entered the world of reality, such as passing all my classes and graduate high school, then off to

I decided to sketch a map of Langley High School, which is the high school I attended from 2011-2015 in McLean, Virginia. While I have lived on the Colgate campus for almost two years, I find that I am not as familiar with Colgate’s campus due to its large scale compared to my high school campus. I attended Langley for four years, and I often spent a majority of my days at school, both during school hours and after for sport’s practices and games. As a result, I became very familiar with the layout of the campus, the function of different areas, and the overall dynamic of the school, both socially and culturally. Now that I am a Langley alumni, I went back to visit during Thanksgiving break 2015 and 2016, and was able to observe the school from an outside perspective. Through my observations, I became aware of different aspects of Langley that I had not noticed as a student. For example, the different in the tense and stressful dynamic of the second floor, and the more relaxed feeling of the bottom floor was something I did not notice until I walked through the halls after graduating. Additionally, the clear hierarchy and social divisions that exist as a result of grade differences was more prominent as a non-student. In my sketch of Langley, I represented more socially important spaces by drawing them to a larger scale, and less important spaces to a smaller scale. I also indicated the changing role of a space throughout the school day by using different

In the summer of 2017, I had visited Wilkes-Barre, Arcadia University, Temple University. Wilkes-Barre and Temple had the urban atmosphere that I craved for college. Living in York, where there is farm down the street from my house, I needed to experience fast pace, never sleeping aspect of the city. With this in mind, it disappointed me how much neither Temple nor Wilkes awed me. I could see myself going there, but I could also see myself not. Another impediment was that it is only one hour away from my parents.

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.

Moving right before high school was one of the hardest experiences in his life. Imagine: Leaving behind the house you had grown up in. Leaving behind your neighborhood. Leaving behind all of your friends right before the biggest milestone known as high school. Chris felt like his world was falling apart. Although he didn’t realize it at the time, his family moved so that he could start high school in a more bourgeoisie neighborhood and so that he could attend a prestigious high school. Chris describes this life changing event as, “Helping me to come out of my shell and be more flexible.”

He had gone to the University of Putrid Sound, Washington State right after high school. At first, he was just waiting to get out of the house for some personal space. “Growing up with a house of six could get a little crowded,” he remarked shaking his head with a smile. I could definitely relate to that with two older sisters driving me nuts. But once his dad dropped him off at the campus with a pat on the back, he was surprised to feel quite scared and

Change versus continuity. Expansion versus stasis. Ambition versus adaptation. The tensions that regularly surface in my studies of historical and urban dynamics at Bard College at Simon's Rock are also evident in my decision to start college early, and now to transfer to a larger institution.

This essay could not be more relevant. As a freshman in college, I was homesick to the highest degree when I first arrived. I longed for my sense of home. Like Kimberly Dovey expressed, the idea of home had become so engrained in my psyche that I did not realize what I had been missing until I was gone. The first few days of college were the roughest. I found myself irritated with the fact that my new space did not match my home space and my new schedule did not match my home schedule Honestly, it was the little things, my spatial order, that was not only disrupted the most, but the hardest for me to cope with. Placement of my toothbrush, shoes on in the dorm room, sleeping at a certain time, all of my old habits no longer matched with my

I rush out the door of the new apartment, eager to start at yet another new school. New teachers, different curriculum… And new people. I guess. I run to school, as it’s only about a block away, and i’m astonished at the size, it had separate buildings and wings, it looks more like a college campus than it does a high school. I ponder how Mother could ever afford this, she works as a pharmacist at Walmart, not

I recall waking up that morning with my alarm clock making an annoying chime sound. I suddenly remembered what day it was…. The first day of middle school! I was sort of nervous, and walking to a new and different place in Hickman would surely feel strange. I got to school that morning, got out of the car, got my backpack out, and started walking towards the round green tables by the lockers. This was it. The first day of sixth grade. That day, the crisp morning air felt fresh, and I didn’t know what this day would bring. When I was in elementary, I used to think that the middle school was extremely far away. Now, however, I find them much closer together than I used to think they were. When I started walking towards the middle school campus, the first thing I thought about doing was going to my locker. My locker had a problem with it closing, so you had to shut it very hard for it to close, or redo the combination and close it. I also talked to my friend, Lilianna, before the bell

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.

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 LORD said to Satan, "Very well, then, he is in your hands; but you must spare his life."” Upon hearing this my life was forever changed. I couldn’t understand or comprehend why God, God being all knowing and almighty, would have to make a bet with the devil in the book of Job. God began to lose me after this scripture, I had questions before, but this rocked my core and destroyed any doubt I had in my inquiry. It was in this moment I began on a path that would lead me away from Christianity and to Voodoo.

In my past years of education I have been involved in many classes, but I had never taken a summer class until this semester in college. In elementary school, middle, and high school, I did not take summer school either. This semester in college, it was necessary for me to catch up on my studies and attend this English class as a requirement for other classes that I also intend to take, therefore I decided to enroll in a summer class to help me catch up with the mandatory classes for my nursing degree. I have been lucky to have chosen a great class with a very helpful teacher who has taught me so much. In this course we wrote four major essays, a narrative, an argument, a report essay and an analysis. I learned many things from the essays