Work Reflection Paper

The world around us shapes who we all are as people. Our experiences, whether surrounded by joy or failure, all help write the story of our lives.. Like the characters in Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Chronicle of a Death Foretold, I understand the importance of a family's devotion to one another, how gender could affect how you are treated, and how rapidly information could spread through a tight knit community. As for those in Thomas Pynchon’s Crying of Lot 49, a twisted version of reality is something I have dealt with, like Oedipa. Using all of what I analyzed from the two books, I have come to believe that I am the way I am due to where I geographically grew up and my Hispanic heritage.

While there is a new story for work, there is also a new conception of work. Keller explains that the reason why work done by Christians does not seem different from the work done by non-Christians is that work’s purpose is to serve our neighbor in the best possible way. Anyone could do this, thus it appears no different. Keller warns that Christians can be led to undervalue good work done by nonbelievers. What Christians must do is to “place a high value on all human work, done by all people, as a channel of God’s love for his world.” (182 Keller further explains that when acknowledging this information, this leads to the Christian theological idea of ‘common grace.’ Understanding common grace is important because without it, Christians will not be able to understand why non-Christians exceed them in many aspects. Through doctrine of sin, “believers are never as good as our true worldview should make us’ and the doctrine of grace shows that “unbelievers are never as messed up as their false worldview should make them” (188) Keller concludes the chapter with a problem currently plaguing Christians: disengagement with popular culture. There are three forms: complete renunciation, creation of an alternate Christian subculture, and uncritical consumption of popular culture without worldview discernment. There are two causes: a thin or legalistic

I grew up influenced by strong women. Growing up, I use to watch Disney’s Mulan on repeat. It became a habit that I would belt the songs from the movie from the very tops of my lungs. Bear in mind, I was only in the single digits of age at the time. Being a child, I thought I was a good singer. I know now I wasn’t. Doesn’t matter now. Turns out, I was terrible. I would also watch Atlantis: The Lost Empire and any other female led Disney movie though I could never stomach Sleeping Beauty or Snow White. Even now I have no idea why.

Belonging to a minority is such a unique and fascinating gift that should be cherished and embraced incessantly. I was born and raised in the state of Guanajuato in Mexico; I moved to the United States seven years ago because my dad wanted my sisters and me to have a better quality of life and greater probabilities of attending college after high school.

I’ve been playing piano for almost 9 years now, and that has come with a whole slew of failures on various scales. I had recently graduated from lesson books into classical music when this story begins. I had enrolled in Auditions, a piano competition where you ‘audition’ for State. I was ecstatic when I found out that I had received a one, or a superior, in the competition. Which isn’t easy by any means. In most competitions like Sonatina/Sonata Festival or Federation the judges give out superiors like Oprah Winfrey gives out money. “You get a one! You get a one! EVERYBODY GETS A ONE!”. So needless to say I was very pleased with myself.

I’m a light skin woman living in south Mississippi. I do not personally identify with a race of people. However, my family identifies themselves as Caucasian, I debunk race identification as an arbitrary made-up system employed to categorize people. I believe we are one race, the human race. I more identify with nationality as an American.

It is helpful for individuals to be aware of their past as they remain living it. I came into this world in 1973 as nature created me, a premature infant growing with the assistance of artificial support while radiating unconditional love, happiness, and innocence. I had no thoughts, beliefs, or stories to abide by. I was just being and experiencing each moment of time that life was offering: to sense, explore, and grow. In recollection of my youth, memories often reemerge of an internal calling to drawing pictures of things found in nature that brought good feelings and the joy of sharing this with others. The artwork most often would incorporate flowers, rainbows, feathered creatures, bees and different nature beings. Every one of them brought a sense of aliveness as a dazzling representational process that would reflect association with Mother Earth. There was much delight for me as a child connecting and resonating with nature, void of any story world. Somehow, through all the purity of that happy childhood, there was an intuitive knowing and sense of a genuine relationship to the natural world, which brought a deep feeling of being seen and understood, which was reflecting all those special moments between this innocent child within and nature. This shared existence always brought a sense of enjoyment between myself and many natural beings. It is common knowledge countless individuals have had comparable experiences. I have survived my challenges by embracing

As Rocky Balboa once said, " it's not about how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, keep moving forward. It's how much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done." This man believed that nothing is going to hit you as hard as life. Which means life will hit you pretty hard and it's all about taking it and keep moving forward. This quote has guided my life, there has been times where something has happened in which it brought me down but after a short while I have always recovered, got back on my feet, and moved on in my life.

I work for the Towers BMW which usually mean building maintenance worker. I began my site on October 15, 2017 although I had it discussed earlier with my employer, my boss David Jahwasowitz wanted me to pause the progress I made until the Wood Shop I work in received more lumber for a new project. That day arrived in the form of fifty moving carts that need to be built and distributed throughout the campuses of Central and, eight wooden cabinets that need to be built for first floor Campbell study rooms. Now I have worked on a moving cart deadline, however I have never led the charge. This requires for me too retrieve the lumber needed from the warehouse in work vans, or leading my co-workers to unload lumber if it is being shipped directly too the CMU Towers dorms. With this being a college job the turnover rate is obviously high so I deal with new faces often, which mean they have to be taught how to operate in the woodshop. This year we have two new members that joined just this semester both named Nate, we also have Anthony who’s worked in the woodshop for a year. I’ve worked in the woodshop for 3 years. When working in the woodshop you find that the longest part is not in the assembly but in the set up of getting all the machines, jigs, lumber, tools, supplies, and workers all organized to start the job. After the drawn out set up you begin the slow repetitive process of processing the lumber. For the project were going to need a lot of wood

Growing up church was not a place we “had time” to attend, and God was not a part of our household. It was not until about four years ago, that I began my relationship with Christ. On July 18, 2011, I began to have nine plus seizures a day; I spent a lot of time in the hospital trying to get answers to my over-night attacks. During this time, I fell into a depression because of the lack of answers. I felt that I was just being given drugs to get me discharged. Many would send prayers, and ask me to come to church, but it was not something I wanted to do. At this point in my life, I held anger in my heart; going to church and hearing about a God I did not know didn’t make sense. My mother was my primary care taker, and dealing with my sickness was not easy. In 2013, she was invited to church by a co-worker, and she took me along with her for the “ride”. We attended citylife church, and from the moment worship began, I was in tears. While the Pastor was speaking, it was like he was speaking directly to me, and I thought to myself, “He must know about why I am so depressed.” At the end of the service, the Pastor asked for those who would like to accept Christ as their Lord and Savior to come up, and I could not get there fast enough. This is where my journey with Christ began, and I learned that it was not the Pastor who was speaking to me on this day. God already knew I would be in attendance on this day, and I needed to hear the message that was given through the Pastor. I

I grew up in a low income community, and the majority of the times when going to bed, me and my family could here gun shots or cops chasing other cars. This was a normal thing to see at age four. Being Hispanic in a community that was very diverse by different races, was normal to see because the majority of the people in my community were either Hispanic, African Americans, or Asia. It was rare to see someone who was white. My parents migrated from Central America in the early 90s, so they have been leaving in The United States for more than two decades. Both of them were able to get their citizenship and get a stable job. Although they were able to get a job, it was not enough to sustain our family of five. I was the only girl and middle child out of three. With both of their income put together, we were still considered to be lower income class and it was hard to get everything we wanted.

In our lives, many events impact us, but, everyone has one situation that is most important to them. One of the most influential events in my life would be when I joined the East Ascensions Advanced Chorus. I enjoyed practicing and performing in class, concerts, musicals and other events, but I enjoyed being with my choir members more. Joining the choir had such an impact on me because I eventually stepped out my comfort zone for the first time, I no longer felt like I did not fit in and gained the self-confidence I always wanted.

Coming from an Asian-American immigrant family, all throughout my life, I have had very little contact with African-American people up until I entered college. Thus, despite having a normal education and learning about racial bias, Anti-Black racism influences, etc., there has been an underlying perspective that I have had concerning African-American people due to the messages I received from both my family and the media which contributed to a more negative outlook on them in my early life. However, as I entered college and continued to meet more people while broadening my horizons, my experiences with African-American people and the messages I received from friends and school at this point in life truly showed me how wrong both some of the media, certain people, and my family’s views on the African-American people were. Despite not identifying as an African-American myself, I personally believe it is important to care about the current African-American experience because if one race/ethnicity does not receive the equality that other races do, such as White people with their concept of White supremacy and White privilege, then it will eventually affect the experience of all Americans.

During this course I have learned many things from the units, but there are also many outcomes that I have learned. The five outcomes I have learned are rhetorical performance, research process, style conventions, multimodal design, and reflective interaction.

Throughout society, there are many different workplace environments in which one has interactions with daily. It may be that they are working in this specific workplace, thus, they experience it in more depth, or on the contrary, they may be interacting with a workplace where they aren’t doing any work. For instance, many people have 9-5 jobs. After being in their workplace all day, they have a better overview of how this workplace functions, and may notice some things that aren’t so positive. However, this doesn’t just end when a person leaves their specific workplace. Many people will meet up with friends or family for dinner or drinks when their long day of work is over. Now they are entering a workplace, where although they aren’t working, they can still notice the different behaviours shown within the environment they are in.