Semester Outcome Paper Ahmed Shaban 1/20/14 Bus300s Introduction When I decided to enroll in this class, I had certain expectations I really wanted to achieve. I thought that my moral values and business ethics were set on an unchanged pedal, but I came to realize that I’ve learned so much in these past weeks that I was not even aware of existing. A lot of interesting discussions that had expanded my way of thinking, some them were emotional, and some of them created some doubts. With my experience with the community service volunteering program, I had a chance to get to know the community on a closer look, and because of the fact that this program was mandatory, I felt like it was a smart way of enhancing morality and social …show more content…
Then what is the really going on. So many unethical values being wasted, at my work I get so many veterans coming in living on social security checks, and is that fair to the soldiers? But what can we do is try to work hard so that someday we could make the required change to create equity between the people and establish peace all around the world instead of conquering. Many people are affected in one of the ways, either helping these people get more, or get people to get less. We pay taxes not to send soldiers to other countries, if we are trying to improve education, then how come the US Is not even in the top countries of level of education. Self and Social Awareness What is really good about living in the US is its diversity, you get to learn about so many cultures and all celebrations differ from one another. You have neighborhoods completely mixed with many people from different countries. Diversity has its pros and cons, some people will believe that having different ethnic background is a plus, but also you have to put in mind that certain groups will be created, people will only be nice to their own ethnic people. In conducting business, it will be very good toward the business to have diverse clientele, because if this product
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On September 6, 2017, I were documented for an incident that involved a University Housing policy violation. I was charged with violating the University Housing Alcohol 1.2 policy. With my violation, came consequences. I met with The Residence Conduct Coordinator to discuss my actions and came to the conclusion that I would have to schedule a meeting with The Campus Alcohol and Drug Education Center (CADEC) and with that, a reflection paper.
Throughout the course of this semester, I have continuously grown as a writer. Prior to taking this course, I had little experience or knowledge when it came to writing. I used to struggle with forming my thoughts into writing, let alone a paper. I was never confident with what I wrote. My writing had no greater purpose other than the assignment. My writing process included: writing my paper, proofreading it, and turning it in. Once the paper left my hands, it also left my mind. Throughout this course we worked with others, visited the writing lab, wrote critiques, and we were able to revise our papers. I believe that all of this is has caused me to grow greatly as a writer.
For my service learning project I worked in Mrs. Evelyn Costa's first grade class at Meadowlane Elementary. Meadowlane is located at 4280 W 8th Avenue in Hialeah, Florida and was constructed in 1957. There are one thousand one hundred and seventy seven students enrolled at Meadowlane Elementary school. Meadowlane has fifty three classrooms and fourteen portables and there are one hundred and seventy nine students per grade level. The school was built on nine acres of land. The student population of meadowlane Elementary is comprised of 97% Hispanic, 2% White, and 1% Asian.
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
Going into the meeting, my intentions for the focus student, at which I wanted my colleagues to notice, were the purpose of each work sample and the information required for each sample. The samples that were provided for my colleagues were the summative project, “Rock Detectives”, and the focus student’s interactive folder he used throughout the entire unit. Based on my colleagues describing the work, asking questions, and through speculation, the intentions were apparent. First, my colleagues were able to identify my summative project and was able to notice that the interactive folder was an ongoing activity throughout the lesson. Next, they pointed out the key vocabulary throughout my unit, “I see vocabulary.” Finally, they noticed that the information was organized throughout the three pieces of sample work, which they noticed my intention of organizing the academic language.
On December 11th, 2006 my dad died due to multiple heart attacks. I as a person stand centered upon this fateful date. Although it was his death that sent me into the darkest chapters of my life, it too formed me into the hard-working, and by extension intelligent, person that I am today.
They enveloped me like the saltwater of the ocean, the words sporadically dragging me down. I had always excelled at math and science; however, when it came to writing, especially about myself, I was an ordinary student. I hoped that at some point, spontaneously, my ability to write would be revamped to match my skills in problem-solving. Unfortunately, that point never came, and I had to learn how to substitute many of the words I used with larger, more descriptive words. Even so, my struggle with writing persisted, and the assignments continued to pour in. Eventually, I discovered that my conflict with essays and other compositions was due, in part, to my displeasure of writing about myself and my experiences. My aversion to writing has always been natural. Although, I learned that this abhorrence is reduced when I focus on a topic that interests me or when I control my writing’s development and outcome. The only type of writing that I had ever produced in school was the overly structured essays that were focused on me/myself. I assumed that no other approaches existed; however, I eventually discovered which elements of the writing process that were the roots of my displeasure.
During my Junior year in high school I was assigned to write a narrative about a conflict in my life. While the story did not have to be necessarily true, the emotions that I felt had to be conveyed in some way to the reader. After spending a whole weekend not once contemplating which dilemma in my life I would elaborate on in my story, I finally began to brainstorm for the assignment, the night before the rough draft was due. Unfortunately for me, I never quite caught onto the fact that my mind does not handle procrastination well. No matter the vigor with which I contemplated my own life, no matter the duration in which I stared at my computer screen, and no matter the albums of my photos I went through struggling to find a memory I could write about, not one single idea struck me as one that had any significance to my life. Although many may have viewed my struggle as simple writer’s block, my personal dilemma quickly evolved into a more dangerous phenomenon: the existential crisis.
Have you ever had to deal with a serious issue in your life? Maybe you have accomplished something that was challenging? Have these events ever made you realize something about yourself? For the most part, everyone has dealt with something that made them find something about themselves. The person could have won a sporting event or they could have lost a loved one. For instance, one thing that has made me realize something about myself was when my grandmother died. My grandmother, just like Maria Gatta, passed away due to cancer. She was a very important aspect of my life and when she passed it made me realize a few things about my character and life. It showed me that it is more important to remember than to forget and that I can bounce back from problems. Overall, everyone learns a lesson from all events in life, good, or bad.
The coaches blew their whistles, a loud, blaring noise compared to the quiet giggles of the seventh grade girls. The whistles had signified that the game was over. Unfortunately, Keystone Oaks had won against the Canon McMillan girls’ gold volleyball team, which meant that my game was next. Our first away game! I was excited, but my joy was ephemeral once I realized how good the seventh grade Keystone Oaks team was. Of course, I would not let that frighten me. I played as hard as I could, giving it my all, and I was not ready to let them win. As fate would have it, we lost. But this event is a great example of how I am awkward, defensive, and somewhat stubborn. I, unlike most others, love competition, as I become a lot stronger, phisically and emotionally, when faced with challengers. One could also say I am funny and mischievous, as I act like a ‘class clown’ when with my friends. But what really outlines me as a person are my family, hobbies, and aspirations.
As a freshman in high school, I wrote a lot in my English class, but not so much in a specific format. The only format we worried about was to have an intro, three body parts, and a conclusion. For me, it was difficult writing an intro and till this day is still, my intros did not make sense with what I was writing about or I jumped right into the details. Also, had trouble focusing on the prompt, I would start my essay and towards the end I would go off topic. My English grammar has not always been the best, but it has progressed and it has been getting better. My first language is Spanish and I grew up writing only in Spanish even though my class had to be bilingual. I started writing and reading in English in the fifth grade. For me, it was a challenge. I would try to write in English, but when I would, in my head it sounded in English, but when I spelled it I would write in Spanish. I still do it sometimes, but with technology; looking up words, my writing has progressed. Sophomore year was probably one of the toughest year and where I learned the most. I had an amazing teacher named Mrs.Wagner who helped me a lot in my writing. She taught me how to brainstorm because I had a lot of trouble trying to put my ideas together. Mrs.Wagner taught me how to write a formal letter, persuasive essay and many other types of essay. I am so thankful because of her my writing has improved so much and I was able to pass my CAHSEE. Junior was not a year I was proud of due to failing
Following our final preseason game of tryouts, the bus was significantly quieter than usual. The ride from Masconomet High was nearly an hour, giving us time to contemplate our spots on the team; we all knew final cuts were coming. The tense feeling was noticeable looking at everyone’s eyes. To alleviate my worry, I focused on things unrelated to soccer, or, what I would do if I didn’t make the team. However, when the bus arrived back in Needham, I couldn’t think about anything but soccer. Everyone stepped off the bus and we all waited one by one along the brick wall to get called over.
Ever since move in day here at the University of North Carolina at Wilmington, it feels as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. In terms of freedom that is. At home, I would always have to worry about what time to be home and make sure my friends could actually take me back home. I was not allowed to drive the car anywhere expect work or school and occasionally I could take it to get some food but rarely. My friends, in my opinion at least, were always annoyed they had to come pick me up or that we had to leave somewhere early because my mother called and suddenly decided I had to be home right then and there.
The second day of school into sixth grade was going fine, I was having a good day. I was excited that I was in middle school. The clock finally hit three I went straight home. I got home, I ate and watched tv shows on Netflix.I was having a laid-back day since I didn't have homework to do.It was around 8:50 p.m. and my mom told me and my sisters to go to bed since it was a school night. I went to my room but didn’t listen to my mom. My younger sister Samantha and I were playing around with my baby sister Gema. We were playing on my bed by the corner.