Reflective Essay Anthropology

A school day went like this, we’d go to breakfast and wait in the line scoping out the cafeteria to see who we’d be in class with and who we’d get in trouble with. Then there comes first period with Mrs. collins, she teaches social studies and her class was pretty boring. I’d take notes each day and secretly laugh at my friends as they’d try to doze off, constantly looking at the clock knowing that in an hour I’d be in my “fun” class where I could relax. So it's time for next period and this was science class taught by the coach of all boy sports so we didn’t do much. We opened a book on our desk to whatever page he had written on the board, and the rule was: whenever someone comes to the door act like you’re working. Now, don’t get me wrong occasionally we would do assignments and take a quiz or two, but we had it pretty easy, except for the days after the games and the boys did bad. A victory meant we would watch a movie and a defeat meant we’d have to read the chapter, answer the questions at the end, and turn our work

Then I went to language and sat down next to Makenzi, Taylor, and Itzel. Makenzi gave me a piece of gum and the rest of class consisted of reading a stupid story. Then Mrs. Morrone told us our homework which was a work book page. 10 minutes after that she dismissed us and I stopped at my locker. I opened it with ease and took out my science textbook and workbook. I sat down next to Taylor and we talked about our science fair project, which is due in January. All of a sudden, Mrs. Dainton screamed out, “Ah, a spider!” The whole class laughed and screamed. Mrs. Dainton took off her black shoe and tried to hit the spider, but she missed. She aimed again and finally hit it. She told us to quiet down and do our homework, we didn’t. Makenzi continued to laugh and make jokes. “Makenzi, come here,” yelled Mrs. Dainton. Makenzi didn’t so she got a referral. When Makenzi left, the class quieted down and continued working. Mrs. Dainton quietly dismissed us and I stayed because that’s where I have advisory. I worked on homework, and when I was done I read my book. The book I’m reading is called “After Eli”. The bell rung, I put up my chair, and I

I almost pass out. I go back to the real world and head to my seat. The teacher said that we were going to get a new student last week, but I didn’t think much of it. In the class, the seats are arranged in pairs of two. Jane was sitting alone. The second bell rung and the class quieted down and waited for Mrs. Flaherty to do the attendance. It turns out, the person that I was assigned to’s grandmother had passed away on the previous Friday, and today was her funeral. After the teacher finished the attendance, she looked at me and said. “Hey Holden, why don’t you sit next to Jane? She’s new, and needs someone to sit with. And since Adam’s out, you need someone to sit with.” Jane picked her head up and she looked at me with delight. I could tell she was really excited, because she slightly twitched her nose. She has been doing it since she and I were kids. I sat down next to her, and we chewed the fat for two minutes before class started. Every time we talk, she kills me. She always has an new, interesting story every time we see each other. After Mrs. Flaherty taught us a third lesson on plagiarism, we went up to get a worksheet about plagiarism that was to be completed before the end of class. I sat back down with Jane trailing. We get started and one of the school’s many jocks threw an eraser at the

When I pass a classroom, I saw a body fly like a football against the lockers. “I’m really getting tired of your crap dude!” the jock said while power walking. Then suddenly a teacher was charging toward the two kids and grabbed the two and took them to the office. Well it’s sucks to be those guys, but unlike them, I want to do something with my life. Then when I about to enter the classroom, The principal called my name. “Gabriel could you come with me to my

As i'm riding to school on my bike I realize i've forgotten my backpack I start riding home and when I get there I pack my backpack and lunch. Then I ride to school. When I get there I lock my bike in the bike racks. I stare at my schedule I had mr lo first period. The bell rang and all the students piled into the classrooms. I got to mr lo’s class it had science equipment everywhere. We started off playing a get to know you game which was quite boring until mr lo did a diet coke and mentos experiment. Before we knew it first and second period were over the day was going fast.

When I was in first grade, there was a long delay for my father to pick me up from school. I was in the principal’s office, very annoyed that I was missing an activity with gummy bears and being able to consume them later. I was confused, why was I called into the office? Was I in trouble? Did I forget something? My mind was racing with a thousand thoughts per second, while I waited impatiently twiddling my thumbs on the black leather chair. When I heard the faint footsteps approach the front office door, I saw my father with a solemn look and went straight to the principal’s lair. His usual demeanor was missing and I sensed trouble amuck when he didn’t beam at me with his happy smile. My eyes were glued to the door, hoping that

Immediately I caught in a dilemma. I kept thinking, should I tell about Tom or should I just let him do something unacceptable? Then after moments of thoughts, I finally decided. I raised my hand where the teacher could see, and he came over asking me what I needed to ask, I told him that Tom took out a piece of paper to look at. Immediately, the teacher alerted another and they went over to Tom and took away his examination sheet and made him go up on stage. Tom’s eyes blazed with rage and he looked at me with anger. After the examination, I saw the teachers bring him to the principal’s office. I tailed them. His parents were called in and the principal told them that he would have to be

Yay one more week until school starts. Lus and I loved to play pretend and one game that we tended to play often was ‘School’, being the teacher and assign work. Today we were coloring and because I was a cool teacher, I did the assignments as well. Commencing my next coloring page, I noticed that a man wearing a black sweater and blue jeans, had suddenly come running up behind our neighbor’s car, which was parked in front of our house. Beginning to point to him, to tell Lus we suddenly look up to the sound of a helicopter. Then we heared the sirens of approaching cop cars pierce our ears, and our eyes met, bugging out.

Throughout this Introduction to Anthropology course, we covered many important topics and their relevance to anthropology. Almost every week, we focused on one specific topic and completed a field exercise relating to that topic. Through these fieldwork exercises, I learned that thinking on the spot, being constantly aware of your own bias, and writing efficiently are all important skills that are essential for anthropologists. Although each skill presents its own challenges, such as speaking without preparation, recognizing your own bias, and turning in flawed field exercises, it is important to work through those challenges to improve these crucial skills.

When I first enrolled in this class, I had absolutely no idea or clue as to what Anthropology was. I had this sense that I had at least heard of the word before, but later realized that it was only the clothing store I was aware of. I never knew that Indiana Jones was supposed to be considered an Anthropologist, all I ever associated him with was stealing ancient artifacts. I also was uninformed of the fact that Bones was a show about Forensic Anthropology. If anything, the media does not portray a clear idea as to what Anthropology really is and what it’s purpose is for humankind. I investigated and interviewed five people to see if they had the same understanding of it as I had in the beginning which was nothing at all.

I stopped writing. “I can't write about something like this!” I thought. “The teacher might think this, or something like it, happened to me before.” I brushed this irrational thought away, but erased it anyway. Bitterly.

My locker sits open, as I carefully begin to lay my belongings inside. Books, folders, and binders are in my hands. Suddenly, as if I was in a movie, everything falls, and with a loud bang. All of my fellow classmates’ eyes shoot towards me, like I shot a cannon down the hallway. I bend down, and silently think to myself, Really? Already screwed up. And in front of everyone too. Just then, I hear a confident, loud, dominant voice.

“Danny. Danny!” My teacher yelled. I woke up confused while everybody is staring at me like hawks. I explained that I was day dreaming but she wasn’t listening, so I told myself “Only 10 more minutes.” Beep! The class rose and bolted out the classroom door. The halls looked like a giant pack of buffalo herding down the halls, when I was walking I saw my friends exit the main doors.

The bell rang... I shot up in my seat. Mrs. Thompson was the only teacher who could make math so boring. Standing up, I brushed my hair out of my eyes and slid my glasses up. I tucked my journal under my arm and went down the hallway. It wasn 't the first time I had this nightmare. I made my way through the crowds of people. While opening my locker I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to look. My locker slammed shut, I flinched. I looked down at my journal that lay open. Jackson picked it up.

I saw stars in my vision. The force sent me to the ground. I heard my textbooks smack and slide against the ground and a short outburst of laughter. I got up ears hot with shame. I collected the books closest me. A blonde surfer looking boy helped me collect the ones that skid away. Everyone looked away. I wasn’t entertaining anymore. Irritated, I avoided the blond kid’s eyes as he handed me my books. A second boy appeared with dark curly hair and chiseled features, eyes wide with apologetic worry.