Self Reflection

This spring semester I have evolved as a writer and reader. This course has refreshed my memory with basic essential writing techniques and it has made me more proficient when it comes to writing. When it came to writing essays, I use to be so scared to turn them in. I was never a good writer and composing an essay was usually extremely tough. I would have multiple people proofread my essays, but I still doubted my work. Now when it comes to writing essays I feel more confident in my work, I have less grammatical errors, and I don’t feel the need to have multiple people proofread it. It’s nice not having to rely on people to check my work and going back several times to fix the errors that were made. Now I have

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First, in relation to the work, I believe that if I cannot make better efforts on normal tasks, even the trivial one, then how can I expect to do more challenge things in the future? Everyone wants to reveal their abilities and to be famous including me. But, maybe I should focus on small things and prepare for big things’ coming. If I do not want to do something routine and trivial, I can figure out the creative method to be more efficient. I believe that the companies and managers would like employees could make more contribution in a smart way and save more cost and time.

Starting from a very young age, before preschool, I hated crayons. I exhibited myself with fine art skills. I always cut out shapes and various images perfectly, along the thick black borders and colored completely inside the lines. In my 5 year-old-mind, crayons symbolized everything undesirable in the world. The dull wax lines left by the crayon when I drew was always uneven and bumpy, so it was nearly impossible to color completely inside the lines. The crayons always smelled like burnt rubber mixed with expired cheese and would break if I put a bit too much pressure on them. After every use, they would leave a permanent smell on my fingers and the wax was difficult to scrub off. They were absurdly hard to sharpen, even with the special sharpener that came in the crayon box, to get them back to the way they had come out of the box. I have felt the need to push myself to be perfect in every way possible. Through my preoccupation for perfection, I have learned the unfortunate consequences of attempting to make an abstract ideal a reality, finding that it not only prevents me from enjoying aspects of life that all people should experience but also keeps me from getting the satisfaction of fulfilling the unrealistic goals I have set for myself.

“You’re retarded, Tristin,” my classmate said to me as I sat in the corner of the classroom, unable to read the text in front of my eyes. As I sat there struggling, mocked by my peers, I withdrew further and further into myself. I had just switched schools, and this new environment I had been put into was hostile and unforgiving. My six year old self began to believe that what my peers were saying to me was true. I was stupid and there was no way to fix that. My grades started to slip, and I became more and more secluded.

To begin, I found it easy to discuss my race and ethnic background, racial upbringings, and life perceptions in the self-reflection response video because I believe this topic is consistently thrown under the bus due to people feeling reluctant in expressing their personal observations. Throughout my video, I discussed key identifying components such as my background, thoughts and feelings toward terms pertaining to race, early and current childhood experiences, attitude about contemporary racial issues, images of racial groups, personal identity, and social changes. In majority of my responses, I realized that after learning new topics throughout the duration of this course some of those answers were one sided while others were not in agreeance with how I feel today. For example, I made a statement to the following: Data documents that people of color are at a disadvantage in virtually every social indicator. I was asked to explain my reasoning and I stated that I was in agreeance with the statement because people of color need more assistance because they cannot maintain stability as much as someone with higher privilege from another ethnicity. I would like to interject to say that I now disagree with my statement based on personal experiences. Some white people do not report their social class and condition to others and neither do they exploit their downfall on a social platform, hence that statement would not hold as being true. I do believe people of color are

The past few months at Northside Elementary have been full of memories. When starting the fieldwork process I was not sure how one hour a week with a group of ten to fifteen students was going to be able to provide me with multiple experiences on the community partnership level. However, I quickly learned that every student has a story to tell and a lesson to offer. I spent the majority of my time with a ten-year-old boy by the name of Jeremiah. Jeremiah was initially very shy and not receptive to learning from a girl, thankfully that quickly changed and on Monday’s around 3:30 I could see him inside the waiting at the cafeteria windows for me to arrive to school. On the outside a child might seemingly have everything they could possible want with their new shoes or their new iPhone but Jeremiah taught me that the outside appearance is not always what it seems and dynamically at home there could be some family issues or at school there could be delays in academic success making the student feel helpless and worthless. Over the past several weeks, I tried to recognized and practice this philosophy as a volunteer, and even share with some teachers, that as a teacher you can never fully understand what a student in your classroom is going through when they walk through your doorway that day, so it is essential to be patient, kind and choose your actions along with the words spoken carefully.

Throughout the course and the entirety of my life, I have striven to become more and more thorough at writing in any given scenario. This first year in writing proved to be one of the most difficult I have faced and with that new and better experiences have taken place shaping me into the writer I am today. And yes, I do believe myself to be a writer. This self-proclamation becomes necessary and fitting to me the more and more I read the essays throughout the course. The course did not act merely as a passage to get me writing but more of a treasure chest full of information that gave great riches in the heat of writing and developing for the future. This gave me a certain satisfaction with how I write my essays and more importantly the sparkling new ideas I now had to incorporate and fiddle with. The silver of this treasure chest was the simple creation of a thesis that addressed the entire paper while still leaving room for growth and expansion in the essay. And the most prominent or the gold was the purpose, the purpose found itself coming to the forefront quickly and triggered me to write to entertain and inform my audience while keeping them thoroughly engaged. While I grasped most of the wealth in the treasure chest I still couldn’t take it all. As I wrote I realized that I moved forward in writing without ever looking behind me to remember and bring back old points which could have enhanced my essays. Alongside this was my use of evidence bouncing from point to

When I stare at a blank page of paper today, I am able to visualize the many possibilities of its potential use a much more than compared to when I was younger. When I was about elementary/middle school age, black sheets of paper brought the expectation of notes in classes such as Ms. Chilikoff’s history and language arts, Mrs. Williams’s math class, and Mrs. Apodaca’s science lectures. It brings memories of procrastination and hesitation as to how to begin my essays on trivial topics that didn’t particularly leave a lasting impression on my learning experience. I just remember the anxious feeling of trying to be “perfect” on the first try, trying to force myself to start long projects so I wouldn't stress as much, and the therapeutic doodles as I constantly get sidetracked from my work.

Remember that time you felt passionately about something. An exciting desire to do or be something of your pure uninfluenced interest. Now do you also recall that time of doubt and criticism of yourself? But why? Why are we so quick to dissolve our own dreams and aspirations? In three key points, I will attempt to decipher this psychological anomaly called self-limitation and we can overcome its filters. Why this topic is important to me is because it is something I certainly struggle with and it is something we all have experienced. It is what holds us from becoming more than we can be and more than we want to be, which end the end is happy.

In our daily life's family members, friends, sales people, and stores try to convince us to buy or sign up for a certain product. It is not obvious what tactics the merchant is utilizing because we are so curious to see if the product is rightful to use or beneficial to use. In growing older more people approach me to sign up for insurances, credit cards, cars and mobile phones in doing this because they see me as a young woman. As a result, they think I will comply to what they are asking of me. In taking this class learning about the weapons of influence which are conformity, scarcity, commitment, authority and liking I paid attention more to the persons words and actions towards me.

“Mommy, why can’t we catch the water?” I think that was one of my earliest questions about the world. It was sometime before kindergarten, maybe even before preschool. A time when I didn’t even know what science was, but I was thinking about it. About the what, the how, and the why. I knew that I drank water, that I used it to wash my hands, and that it flowed. And yet I couldn’t take it at face value - I was familiar with it, but did not understand it. My first memory of curiosity, the first of many.

As I entered the stage of adolescence a lot started to change. I experienced a transition when I started puberty. I started my period at the age of twelve and soon after I hit a growth spurt, grew a large chest, and began to look more like my age group did. This plays into Erikson’s fifth stage identity versus role diffusion. With two forms self-isolation and lost in the crowd. I believe I was lost in the crowd because my social identity was rooted in my close friend group. I did everything with them and barely went a day or two without being with them. It was nice to always just follow with the crowd but when I was put into situations where I was not with them I felt a little lost. I can remember I was at a leadership convention for a few days and I did not know anyone and had a miserable couple of days because it was hard for me to talk to people I was not used to. This also was Foreclosure in Marcia’s theory of identity development. I made a commitment to my friends at a young age and from then on I never explored what my identity could be with other people or on my own, I just made the commitment right away. At this point I started to feel a little depressed because of situations going on around me. As we entered the teenage years my friend group started to split up. We all got into different sports and activities that took up most of our time. My friends also started to do things that I was not only uncomfortable with but my parents would never allow me to do.

Recently, I have been on a journey of self-discovery, trying to find my own personal beliefs in life. Within this Philosophy class, we have discussed the existence of God(s) and the soul, which has made me even more curious as to my stance regarding this topic. I have adapted the “Religio Original” which to Europeans and the Greek represents the beliefs and customs of the original religion of that country, dating back to the time of Zeus and the titans. This is a Polytheist religion, believing in hundreds of Gods and Goddesses and deities. When looking through different philosophical points regarding this topic I have found Homer’s Odyssey to be most likely correlated with my belief system. Although there is no exact doctrine to follow within this religion as there is within more “mainstream” religions, there are certain beliefs that are common and well versed. To me, the Underworld is an important place in which soul’s journey to be “reset” for the soul to return to this plane and continue its duties until each one is complete, which may take the being many attempts to succeed. Recently, scientists also have discovered evidence concluding that as the body dies, the soul returns to the Universe to later be reunited with a “meat suit” and return to Earth.

In my self-reflective analysis, I discovered My strengths are that I’m a decent student, excellent mother, I’m a responsible parent and adult. I enjoy giving back to my community, and helping others out whenever needed. Learning to focus and concentrate better on schooling rather than everything else occurring. I’m working towards being goal oriented and working on improving my life financially, physically, emotionally. I have abstained from eating certain foods and drinks.