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Great importance was placed on the preservation of traditional gender roles, specifically the role as a mother, and the separation and segregation of the worlds of men and women. Women were continuously told that they are biologically different from men to rationalize why their worlds, careers, and activities should

The purpose of this paper is to critically analyze the male stigmatized ideology of gender as it pertains to parenting and domestic labour and how it relates to the course theme regarding the social construction of gender, more specifically that of hegemonic masculinity. First in Part I, I will define hegemonic masculinity and discuss the social construction theory developed by Raewyn W. Connell, as it relates to the structure of labour. I will also discuss the concept of “doing gender” outlined by Candice West and Don Zimmerman. Second in Part II, I will critically examine multiple author’s arguments about the socially constructed stigmas around stay at home dads, as it is seen to be tied to femininity. Finally, in Part III, I will analyze the implications of the social stigmas presented in the previous section. I will also examine how new forms of masculinity are being created as solutions to combat the binary system surrounding

The process of research required an approach to interviewing, mainly the necessity to plan and conduct a narrative interview, which can be defined by an interaction or dialogue with one or more individuals in order to build a narration of their lives within a certain environment. (Soler, 2013)

Over all have really enjoyed interning at ABC this year. It was especially great to work with all of you and learn throughout the year. I was very excited to work with you doing video and creating content. I found it very interesting learning the tricks of the trade in video making and going to the different locations throughout the summer. I was surprised, how much detail goes into sometimes just ten seconds of video. The whole process from creating questions to get the subject to respond with appropriate answers along with the filming techniques and the side stuff with editing, I all found new and interesting. Although maybe not always the transcriptions. The only part I wish I could have learned a little bit more about is editing, something

In my third and fourth week of the practicum, I have become more comfortable talking to my patients. These five days paved a way for me to actually be more confident and use my nursing judgement and communicate with my patients. I week four, I feel like I am starting to feel more like a nurse, what’s surprising is that the patients themselves, actually forget that I am a student. I did not even know that I had a powerfully voice. Every time I am educating patients, sometimes they are in the room with their family members, in the end I am not only talking to mom, but I am also educating the family members to. To my surprise, they all pay attention, and listen to me. They look up to me for answers. The best moment was when the night of the 27th, I helped another nurse with her C-section patient, I helped in getting her catheter out, and clean her, helped her walk (She was in bed for literally 5 days in labor and delivery, and fainted 3 times there). She was only 20, so her boyfriend was also scared, and it’s their first baby. We finally got her to walking. The next day, when I was coming out of my patient’s room for the first introduction after report change, this young man walked toward me happy, jumping as if he wanted to hug me, and all the sudden started telling me how his girlfriend is doing, how she is now able to walk, and doesn’t faint anymore. He was just thanking me of the job I did the night before. It was the happiest day of my life. Because my nurse was place on

Every fourth-year teacher trainees will have to conduct practicum and will work under the guideline of their associate teachers and supervisors. The purpose of doing the practicum are to put training into practice, to become accustomed to teaching in the tertiary school settings, and to develop and expand each trainee’s teaching expertise and confidence. In the following paragraph, I will express what I have learnt from doing practicum to reflect on my past teaching strengths and weaknesses from the teaching practicum.

We all make mistakes. We all do things that we would take back in a HEARTBEAT. We all look back on situations and all we feel is guilt, shame, and wonder what in the world came over us. I can attest to this. Growing up in a Christian home I always knew that God forgave my sins. Heck, He sent his Son down to die on the cross for every single sin that would be made for the rest of time. He forgave me when I said a cursed word. He forgave me when I said something rude to my brothers. And he forgave me when I didn’t clean my room when I had told my mom that I did. These were the “little” things that we all do as kids, but it’s not until we get older and do the “big” things that we begin to really question whether or not we should be forgiven. And the answer to this is no. We shouldn’t be forgiven. But the King of the Universe tells us YES. I just completed my first semester at Kansas State University and have begun to understand what independence and freedom feels like. These are the two things that every kid dreams of. As we near our college years, we cannot wait to hop in our car, drive to our new address, and begin our years of “no rules.” This is great and all, until you realize that freedom and independence are not all sunshine and butterflies. I took my first few weeks of freedom by the reigns and did some things that I would definitely take back in a heartbeat. I’ll admit there are a few instances where I felt, and still feel, guilt and shame and I wonder if God will

As I walk into school, I was shocked because of how different it was from elementary school. I look at my schedule, and go to my homeroom. The teacher seemed nice so I was already happy. She greets everyone, talks about who she is, and then we are called to the auditorium. We all stand up, and follow the teacher to auditorium. When we get there we are seated on the balcony, I look down and I see the 7th and 8th graders, thinking to myself that I have a long ways to go until high school. The principal walks in, everyone quiets down and listens. The eighth graders already knows who he is because they went here in 7th but the seventh graders went to the 6th grade center, sometimes I wish it was still opened but at the same time I don't because I am so used to it not being here. The principle talks about responsibilities, and how to be a successful student, when It was over, he dismisses us to go to 2nd hour, art. I am not a big fan of art because I am not very good but it was still fun. She talks about the rules, and phones, the main stuff and how not to use the paint. Then it was 3rd hour, pe, he talks about the same thing that happened in last hour. Then I had social studies, MS 101, English, math then science, and they all talked about the stuff I already explained.

Most humans do not have a taste for suffering. Instead, most seek happiness and safety. My philosophy before Humanities 210 followed along the line of epicureanism. Epicureanism is a philosophy in which one believes that life is to be moderated and enjoyed (Detrick). I believed that through education, hard work, and self-control; fortune and happiness may be acquired. Much of this belief stems from a cultural and familial Christian background. I now believe that God is much larger than the social and cultural constructs of religion. Although partaking in religion is not a major part of my life, its’ influence is evident. My belief aims around being a good person and doing the right thing, but the end goal is for it to benefit myself. A “riches in heaven” idea as the conscious/subconscious drive for self-control and generosity is wrong. Loving to help others is something I hold dearly. I noticed recently; agitation sets in if the credit for positive influence, hard work, or higher education is not accredited. Doing good or being moral only to benefit oneself is selfish and therefore not a proper way to live life. Instead, I now am learning to look at life with an altruistic perspective, focusing on genuine compassion and a search for knowledge to encourage this new mindset. Daily, I am shaping my intrinsic motivation to live.

Writing is a skill that has always come rather naturally to me. I do not remember struggling very much throughout school with written assignments, and I chose English for my undergraduate degree primarily because I enjoyed reading and writing so much. However, I do believe sometimes that the more naturally something comes to you the more challenging it is for you to teach that skill to someone else. I always use my father as an example when I discuss this concept with people as he is extremely adept at math. He struggled, though, with helping me with my math homework because math is something I find incredibly complicated and stressful. I do not see math the same way he does so it was hard for him to figure out why I was struggling. I struggle understanding why others struggle with certain aspects of writing, so this class along with other resources I have found through my studies, has been beneficial to give me strategies for how to address deficits within my students.

As a 6th grader, everyone was excited about one thing, Junior High. Where the school was bigger and we were moving away from the younger kids. All the while, all I could ever think about was trying to fit in. I never had many friends in the first place and my appearance certainly didn't help my cause. As a 12 year old, I was overweight and referred to a doctor for weight loss, but more commonly my wii fit reminded me daily that it was time to exercise. Something extremely significant was the thick black rimmed glasses that I needed to wear to correct my astigmatism, or maybe it was my front teeth crossing one another that got the most attention. Needless to say I was never one of the popular girls and most everyone wrote me off.

The TSA agent at the airport asked me, while I silently stood in front of her, handing her the paperwork I had with me and hoping it would answer her question because I did not know how to speak English at that time. I moved to the United States by myself as a refugee when I was 17. I had to flee Iran with only one backpack and was detained for 3 hours after landing, which in retrospect I understand why they were so surprised. If I have to split my life into different chapters, the day I landed at the LAX airport would mark the third chapter.

The best of people waits in the shadows, until it is time to come out into the light. I was always the shy kid in the back of class. I barely spoke to anyone that would approach, and I was so afraid of others judgment because of the kind of person I am. I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but I do know quite a bit. After years of hiding in the darkness, afraid of the torment that others may bring, I finally came into the spotlight. I had found my new home and sanctuary, I had embraced my love for musical theatre.

For a long time i was different from the other guys. From the toys i played with to the clothes I like to wear. I was in 6th grade the first time i had feeling towards a guy. I was scared and ashamed of theses feeling. As time passed the feelings only became stronger and I fell further into the closet. Middle school was hard, i was bullied and called gay, a faggot, queer, even before i consider my gay or told anyone. When highschool came along it became harder and harder as the days went on to keep the secret in. I just wanted to be like everyone else but i was a young man with a secret, a secret that weighed down on me with so much force. It hurt constently, a wound that felt couldnt be heald. I indulged in many self destructive behaviors to suppress and hide my feelings. I was losing myself in the closet. i felt trapped, like i could never leave. I wanted to leave this closet i was stuck in but i was to scared to be ridiculed even further than i already had been. One day i gussed up the courage on a drunken night and told one of my friends on a frozen over lake that i was bi. The feelings i felt that night of finally opening up made me feel a bit more hole. So slowly one at a time i told my frends i was bi. I even made a fake MySpace profile to help me come out of this dark closet. Silly i know but i was so scared to do this on my own. I left highschool after being in the hospital for depression issues for not being able to look at myself in the mirror. even tho i had

When I entered Roberto Clemente, I felt slightly nostalgic in that this would likely be the last time I was in the school. I finally managed to locate rooms in the building without asking for directions and started learning students’ names. Overcome with the familiar sadness I feel each June at work, I decided to make the most of my last day. The teachers in the classroom I volunteered in were encouraging and supportive of my involvement in their room, and so I told Mr. Meier I was open to working with a group of the children when they break off into groups during math.