The Five Basic Elements Of Positiveness And Openness In A Personal Reflection

Daily Burn is essentially the Netflix or Hulu of workouts. I have been trying it out and this is what I think about the service.

Participating in local, county, and even state and national government is an essential part of seeing your vision put into action; Legislation can be seen as that one last step before enacting change. As I can attest, from witnessing it for myself at this week's town hall meeting in Fort Bragg, brilliant individuals such as George Reinhardt and Doctor Thais Mazur can devote so much of their life to a cause, for it just to come down to a “yes” or “no” vote in the end. For our semester project in civics, each of the students were tasked with objective of learning what we can really be doing in society to see even our change realized. Attending this local town hall meeting, and participating in our discussions in civics class, has allowed me to start participating in some of the civic responsibilities I will have as an adult and an American citizen. By the end of my senior year of highschool, which is comming up a little sooner than I expected, I will be thrust out into society, and I think I have learned enough to get me a good start on my role of citizenship. In this paper I will be writing of my experiences in attending my first town hall meeting, and to what I have taken away from that day relating to how I belive society works.

I was shown many types of different ways people use items or things in life to learn. I was shown my own path today by taking a survey and reading about different types of intelligence. Visual learning seems to be my cup of tea. I learn best through demonstration. When I watch, someone working on cars; I can easily do the same on my car. I am a quick learner as long as it is demonstrated. Math is another example of this. I watch my instructor do a math problem on the Smart Board and now I can do that math problem easily. The types of intelligence I went over today made me realize my personal strengths. Besides my strongest learning ability, there are others that pertain to me as well. I use the logical-mathematical intelligence is a very good learning tool. Functions in math are a very good example of this, getting shown functions in the class are very easy to pick up on.

This semester I had a man in his mid-fifties who has a severe stutter. One long term goal that we worked on was having a more positive experience with stuttering, as well as difficult speaking situations. We have this goal to reduce the amount of negative thoughts he has about his speech, and to prevent him from avoiding speaking situations.

For each of us, there comes a time when we can look back and pinpoint the exact day that altered the course of our life, for me, one of those days was April 13, 2010. I was 14 years old when I fell off my bike and broke my elbow. After consulting multiple orthopedics, I was told I would never regain my range of motion, but with the help of a certified hand therapist, I was able to regain full range of motion and prove the doctors wrong. Months later I had surgery to reconstruct my elbow that had not healed properly, but again I was able to regain full range of motion thanks to my therapist. While the doctors were able to fix my arm, it was the therapists who were able to give me my quality of life back. It was at this moment that I knew I wanted to be a therapist. During my freshman year of college, I began to develop an ulnar claw which eventually led me to undergo ulnar nerve transposition surgery. After spending countless hours with a certified hand therapist I knew this was what I wanted to spend my life doing. I had been going to school with plans of applying to physical therapy school, but the experience I had recovering from ulnar nerve transposition led me to alter my course of study and transfer schools. Today no one would ever know that I had something wrong with my arm or hand other than the scars which motivate me and remind me of the impact an occupational therapist had on my life, and my ultimate goal; become an occupational therapist.

In my first course at Walden University, Dr. Beebe asked for the reasons I am pursuing my advanced degree and gave her reasons why she did hers. It was part of our discussion board topic of igniting your passion to drive the work that we do. Her reason was similar to mine but I was caught off guard because until yesterday I was not ready to accept that I was doing this degree for me. It felt wrong that I was doing something for me because the world has so much issues and I am here dedicating a large part of my life and finances to do something for myself. After some reflection I was ready to accept it and embrace it without the feeling of guilt.

Throughout the first semester of English 101A, I had struggled a lot because English is not my first language and it is not an essay class for me as a foreign student. And I did not have a strong basis on writing because I did not use to write a lot. I started learning English properly after I got in the U.S in 2013 from Ethiopia. Most of the time I focused on reading books that the teacher assigned to me and answering the questions. And sometimes we summarized a chapter from books. And starting English 101A as a freshman in college it was very hard to get familiar with the writing style because in high school we did not have specific writing rule like MLA formatting. And a high school writing was very different from college. As a result, I had to review MLA formatting and work cited when I started taking English 101A in college. I worked very hard in English 101 because it is an important course in order to succeed in my all college courses. Even though I have seen tremendous progress on the recursive writing process and writing a detailed essay with good examples during the last semester in English 101A, I have to continue to work on improving grammar and practicing timed writing.

So, I don’t actually like remembering this one experience due to how I get all sad and broken inside once the subject is brought up once and a while by some non-autistic like me wanting to either get on my nerves, or just needs to complete their assignment for their current class. And thanks to many, many people that I’ve known that have pressured me to explain the aftermath of this incident, I said that I’ll give in to that once that certain time comes. And that time is now.

I felt like i lost my identity. My goals, My sense of self and my struggles all started when I wanted to become an orientation leader for UWB in 2016, having passed the written and group interview phase; I had a goal to leave no student feel like they were excluded, I was thrilled that I was getting so close to be able showcase my commitment to new incoming students while providing genuine care. The day of my individual interview struck me, I nervously walked in that day with an unfortunate outbreak of eczema. Embarrassed, I looked away while talking, pouring my heart into my words but not using my brain. A few days later i got a letter saying I didn’t get the job. My inexperience, shyness, lack of confidence always followed me, reminding me that i was a disappointment. After many failed attempts to get a job due to my lack of experience, the stability of my life started deteriorating. In the winter of 2016 my girlfriend cheated on me, I forgave her only to be cheated on again. Close family members passed away while having friends end their lives too short. I didn’t have anyone to talk about my problems and my parents always expected me to be the perfect student. I was overwhelmed with pressure, grief, disappointment, and anger. I skipped classes thinking that there was no point and my grades were plummeting, my motivations and self-interest all seemed to slip away

Back in the spring of 2012 I was at a crossroads do I reenlist in the army or do i simple just take my discharge and move on to a new path with a slower pace. The military had been all I knew for the last eight years. These where my brothers we had been to hell and back together. We came face to face with devil in the Middle East and walked away from it uninjured. However the continuous rotations overseas would break anyone down three months in country then six months back in the states it was a continuous cycle that never ended. Life in Ranger Regiment wasn’t easy the mission tempo was fast paced and demanding. I had seen a few guys from the unit break and go into a form of psychos an then med. boarded out. Then there was the guys that got out. It mostly went one or two was with no grey area. They drank themselves into the abyss or they would excel at the new path they ventured out on. All of these guys in every category I had the highest respect for.

Before taking Western Heritage: The Humanities, I had only taken general writing courses WRT 110 and 111 at the University of Hartford. Those classes taught me basic stylistic ways of writing and expressing my opinion. I thought that this course, one in which we turn in written responses on various texts would be similar, but that didn’t turn out to be the case. This class made me shift the way I write, more deeply analyze texts to uncover the author's meanings, and open up my perspectives on various worldly topics.

As I began looking for a seat on the crowded bus, filled with individuals in bright red shirts my hands shook and I stared down an aisle of opportunities with my eyes wide. I asked myself, how I could be a friend to individuals, whom at first glance may seem very different from me. Most importantly, I asked how I can help. The moment I asked myself this question, my life was forever changed. I knew this was going to be a big day for me, but I had no idea that a Saturday that seemed otherwise unordinary would be the first day of the rest of my life. This Saturday was my first day volunteering with Camp A.N.C.H.O.R. (Assisting the Needs of Citizens with Handicaps through Organized Recreation). The persons I worked with during my time at A.N.C.H.O.R. led me to understand many of the issues people with many different types of disabilities face every single day. I heard about some of the problems my favorite campers were dealing with and I was furious. So, I took that anger and turned it into a passion for change. That passion has since sent me on a journey exploring social justice issues. During this time I realized that through the law I can help people from all walks of life and fight discriminatory practices that leave many groups underrepresented.

This week at the Jasper County Health Department, I had a variety of tasks. Due to session cancellations, the first couple hours I was at the clinic, I helped with filing patient files as well as working at the front desk to check in clients and schedule future appointments. I learned a large amount of interesting information just by looking at patients files. A lot of information goes into each file and I was surprised and lucky to have the chance to view these files and learn from them. Patients varied from DUI’s to mental illness. As I spent the first few hours of the day up front working with the women up there, I learned a lot about the billing systems. I had not planned to learn so much about how they charge and when they can charge and when they cannot. I learned the difference between insurance, Medicaid and self-pay. One of the secretaries informed me that they have a crisis counselor always on call. If a client calls in and is talking suicidal the on call counselor will get them help. From talking with her, I learned that in these kinds of cases, clients cannot be charged any fee. I was never aware of this for these situations.

With tears falling down my face, I reflected on what I had gone through for the past seven months. I was talking to a crowd of concerned parents and depressed kids that were looking for help. I started thinking about where I would be if I wasn't as strong as I know I am now. I was thirteen, the youngest out of three speakers at an anti- bullying conference at my church. We were telling our stories about bullying. It was my turn to speak, my heart started racing, and it felt like it would drop to the floor. Even with flashcards in my hand to keep me on track, I felt like I couldn't speak. My pastor, Angela Jones, saw how nervous I was and came to comfort me and help me to calm down. She told me to tell my story and tell my testimony, so I did.

Being a human comes with inherent values, beliefs, and identities that both are a part of one’s hardwiring and develop over time. These core components of the human existence shape and influence every interaction and experience one may have throughout their life. In this way, I am no different from any other person. The course of my life has hinged on these abstract concepts of self. Further, my fundamental values, beliefs, and identities will impact the way I interact with clients and systems in my role as a social worker. To understand these, one must first understand my background and upbringing.