Reflection Paper

I can see it now. The day of judgment is before me, and I see the Lord standing in front of me for the first time. There’s nothing here to prepare anyone for this day, but all I know I can do is trust the Lord and know that he will take care of me, no matter what. At times I fear the day of the resurrection, but it also makes me really excited to see heaven and all of my loved ones that have passed away.

As a freshman in high school, I wrote a lot in my English class, but not so much in a specific format. The only format we worried about was to have an intro, three body parts, and a conclusion. For me, it was difficult writing an intro and till this day is still, my intros did not make sense with what I was writing about or I jumped right into the details. Also, had trouble focusing on the prompt, I would start my essay and towards the end I would go off topic. My English grammar has not always been the best, but it has progressed and it has been getting better. My first language is Spanish and I grew up writing only in Spanish even though my class had to be bilingual. I started writing and reading in English in the fifth grade. For me, it was a challenge. I would try to write in English, but when I would, in my head it sounded in English, but when I spelled it I would write in Spanish. I still do it sometimes, but with technology; looking up words, my writing has progressed. Sophomore year was probably one of the toughest year and where I learned the most. I had an amazing teacher named Mrs.Wagner who helped me a lot in my writing. She taught me how to brainstorm because I had a lot of trouble trying to put my ideas together. Mrs.Wagner taught me how to write a formal letter, persuasive essay and many other types of essay. I am so thankful because of her my writing has improved so much and I was able to pass my CAHSEE. Junior was not a year I was proud of due to failing

As a Nepali refugee who had never heard of football until he came to America, the transition to play for my school team was not easy. I did not have an easy experience so I had to earn to play for the team. In this paper I will use ethos, pathos, and logos appeals to prove that I entered the discourse community of my High School Football Team by developing knowledge, demonstrating my loyalty to teammates, and creating bonds with the teammates who helped me to become a true football player despite knowing I am from another culture who do not speak the same language and do not anything about football. It is important for everybody to learn the experiences of others because there might be somebody out there who wants to be part of any team, but maybe they are afraid to step up to join that team thinking he or she is different among all. It doesn’t matter who you are, but it’s important that you become part of a team you are interested. You will learn to make friends, boost leadership as well as communication skills like I did by becoming part of high school football team.

From the first day of this class I was so scared when Mrs. Carter said “This is going to be one of the hardest writing classes you will take.” I would agree with her on that. I’ve wrote so much about things I have never told anyone and I’ve learned so much from this class and with how important writing actually is. Looking back from this journey I would say everything has changed my writing for the better.

Language. A big part of everyone's life since birth, and for me one of the biggest adjustments I had to face at the age of six. Until the age of six I lived in the Dominican Republic, my homeland. I cherished this country like the holy grail and I could never Imagine leaving it behind. Until then, the only language I would speak was Spanish, the language I was raised on. I was very shy as a young kid, I didn't talk as much as I would now, I didn't really interact with a lot of people besides my close friends, which I did everything with at the time. It was great that I could easily communicate with them through Spanish, this would all change when I had to move to the United States. I had to learn English in order to be a successful as a young kid here. Some kids would take years to learn English, some kids weren't even interested at all, but I knew that I needed to learn it as efficiently as I could, I was not all that excited to learn a new language. I was already used to my first language and was afraid of failure when it came to learning english. However, just one teacher changed the way I viewed learning English and helped me enjoy the learning curves of a new language.

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.

I grew up and lived out my childhood in Sioux City, IA. I am a first-generation American from two Mexican parents who immigrated to this great country. My mother is a full-time housekeeper at a hotel in the state over and my dad is a full-time carpenter. I would describe myself as blessed as I have never had to feel the pain of hunger. Even though I do have less than my friends I make up for it with work ethic. I had to learn to work hard as a young kid trying to call doctors and make appointments, this is so because my parents didn’t speak the language. Though some would say that it is a misfortune I beg to differ. Even though I had difficulties with some of the duties given to me, I grew up with independence. I was never a child who was afraid of asking questions, I often hear and see the anxiety some individuals have with simply asking for a ketchup packet at a fast food joint. Independence is an important attribute I believe I gained, because of something my parents lacked. Though I was never an awkward child I was an overly worrisome child. At a young age, I was involved in the financial aspect of my home. This meant that as a child I understood the value of money. However, this had its problems, it meant that at the age of 8 was worried if I spent that spare dollar on a packet of gum my parents would later find themselves in the need of a dollar. I eventually grew to understand how the spare dollar could be spent without the fear of Armageddon. As I grew older the

What does it mean to be human ? i was a loser full of weakness. I guess were all born unbeknownst to the world and we learn the lessons we need to along the way i was about 10 or so when reality first hit me, i lost the friends closest to me i was broken them memory of them forever dwindling upon me. About 60 percent of my junior high school experience as a freshman entailed sobbing and finding ways to miss out on school. Day after day this similar routine seemed to repeat itself over and over again sob and feel sorry for myself drown myself in the what i was feeling. Until i took a long hard look at myself what i've become to what i use to be and i got tired.. tired of all of it , tired of feeling sad tired of all it, tired of feeling sorry for myself. So i picked myself back up on my own two feet without the help of anyone and so began my eternal struggle to overcome my weakness.This moment, these moments are what impacted my life the most.

If there is one thing in life I have learned, it is that I value the idea of staying true to myself through anything. Although life has a tendency of throwing you some curve balls you can’t let them define you. I often ask myself questions about how I am going to spend the day. I hear my many-sided mind reply “however you want” or “I don’t know but make it count.” The reason I label my thoughts as many sided is because I find myself being pulled back towards things I have been seeking to get away from for some time, as well as letting negative times in my life pull me in another direction. I view my mind as a movie scene in which you see the good and the bad sitting on your shoulder and your sitting trying to figure out which direction to follow, of course the right direction is ideal but that is easier said than done.

I fall into venial sins more than I can care to mention. With regard to spiritual exercise, they weary me, as he puts it. Church feels like a chore, and for a while, I never went to confession. I went to confession for the first time in about 6 years while at the school and I went again when I started to really fall apart in my faith. I am not a confession regular but I try to go when I can feel sin affect me. De Sales continues a bit more with this question, asking why my heart is not inclined to these spiritual exercises. I would not say that I find any of them repugnant, rather I am not drawn to them. It just feels like I am forced to sometimes as if it is mandatory. There is no coming to Christ moments. With regard to Jesus and Mary, I think that they are amazing but am I particularly drawn to them. Not as strong as I would like to be. As I learn about my faith, I try to be more discerning about my own thoughts because they can take a turn that concerns me. I try to be diligent and conscious of how I think in order to tailor them to the good.

About one month ago, I made an appointment with the writing center in order take notes for this paper and also to get some more feedback on major paper 2. Before my appointment date, I took some notes on what I expected from the writing center and how I felt about going to see a tutor. It helps to write these kinds of things out because it really makes you reflect on how you think and feel.

I met with K. Beam before we left on our two- week fall break to discuss working with her for the coaching practicum and what she was interested in working on with her students.

Education begins before stepping foot into a classroom— it happens everywhere. I have been playing volleyball since I was in fourth grade, and I learn everyday from that sport. I was the little girl with braided pigtails and knee-high socks who loved the game so much. My parents supported me in my desire to stop playing for the YMCA and start playing club volleyball. I was full of raw potential, and I worked incredibly hard so that I could serve the ball in games. Finally, the time came for me to serve, and I missed. However, that missed serve wasn’t a missed opportunity. I could choose to dwell on that mistake, or I could learn from it and move on. One mistake doesn’t define me as an athlete, person, or student. When I relate this story to my academics, I think about the many mistakes I make in school, yet I strive to think positively while facing the obstacles in my path. I have been tested by the education system while on the journey of discovering and developing what is important to me as a student and as a person.

Some may think that America is the best place for opportunities, but some people don’t know that equal opportunities are not given to everyone, even in places where opportunity is abundant. Latinos, as one of the largest minorities in the United States are people who have had to fight for their equality in the past but things are still not as equal as they may seem. You are fairly young and may not fully understand many things about the world and why things are the way they are. As you grow, your eyes will open up to other worlds which we do not belong in. As Latinos, it is true that some have it better than us. You may notice a difference in areas such as education, but you should never feel inferior to anyone and work hard to not let your our identity stop you from achieving whatever you want.

Back in high school, I was considered one of the best writers in my class. Obviously, high school does not have the same standards as a college classroom would. After running through the course, I’ve noticed that my papers required many adjustments that would’ve been uncalled for last year. Uncharacteristically for my stubborn personality, I forced myself to accept that I am at fault, rather than the very tempting anchor to praise, and looked back at my errors to improve. Through this course, I have learned the importance of using peer review and revisions, bettering the transitions between ideas and paragraphs, staying consistent with my topic, and many other issues that would may my writing better.