Reflection Paper

In the video we see an elementary teacher, teaching a reading strategy called summarizing in a whole group lesson. In the video I observed her use strategies such as direct instruction, modeling, cooperative learning, and independent practice. She begins the lesson by setting the objective of learning and using the summarizing strategy when reading. During this whole group learning, she is modeling the summarizing strategy in order for her students to mimic the strategy so they can internalize it, in hopes for the students to use the strategy when reading in order to become self-regulated learners. At one point of the video, the teacher uses a peer sharing strategy where the teacher ask the students to turn to their neighbor and come up

Dwelling, Heidegger also insists, has a certain emotional state of being attached to it.  People tend to interpret the experience of dwelling with the sense of home.  Dwelling imbues the experiencer with a sense of peace and satisfaction.  It is a safe space where they are free to be themselves and a place that need not be either specific nor stationary.  In fact, the famous saying “home is where the heart is” perfectly illustrates that home is a feeling without the need for a dwelling to contain it.  For example, a truck driver may feel at home on the road, but his home is not a formal dwelling.  Thus, the feeling of home can be present without the existence of a dwelling.  However, according to Heidegger, building and dwelling go hand in hand.

Five things from the book that I find interesting are anxiety disorder, depression/major depressive disorder, sexual harassment, suicide, and panic attack. All five of these subjects I have chosen because, as a female in the 21st century, I have experienced every one of these emotions at least once in my life.

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.

Every school has these four main academic subjects: English, Math, Science, History/Geography. The class I like the most in my eighth grade school year is History. This is because we get to learn about different time periods, different people, different religions, and so much more. We don't just sit in class and read out of a textbook. We get to do fun activities to help us understand more. While we work, we talk to our teacher and have funny and weird conversations. We make fun of each other and have a good laugh. I'm always excited to go to History class.

Do you know why you are still overweight? Do you understand the reason why you can't lose weight or not be able to keep it down and when you do you just jump back the other side plots as a bonus a few extra kilos you don't want?

Throughout everyday life there are many occurrences that highlight that problems that we as a society experience on a daily basis. A lot of these occurrences happen so often that they’re over looked or just seen as the normal, which should not be the case. Depending on where you are and who you are can skew how you see things and how you react to them. My journal entries hone in on how I, a 22 year old black female from the middle class, saw these many experiences. My entries take a look into sexuality, race, stereotypes, and marriage; which are all topics that we have discussed in class to see how they are viewed in today’s day and time. Also, I was able to see how these experiences impact my everyday life as well as seeing how I reacted to these situations.

Over this course, my writing has significantly improved. I have learned a lot of new skills that have helped me become a better writer. Writing drafts has always been difficult for me, and in this course, I learned how to write drafts that helped me write strong final essays. The essay that demonstrates my progress as a writer is my progression 2 essay. In this essay, we were asked to use multiple sources and use them both to work together to analyze an issue relating to a river. My writing 101 class is on water, politics, and place. I wrote my essay on the Columbia River and the impacts that government policies have on the health of the river and the ecosystem surrounding it. This essay shows my progression as a writer because I worked on the writing process by writing drafts, but also shows one of my weaknesses of incorporating quotes.

In my senior year of high school, I earned my Certified Nurse Aid licensure. This was a huge accomplishment for me because I would love to have a job in the medical field and this was an opportunity to get my foot in the door. I was hired by a nursing home in Wilmington, I couldn’t wait to go to work and start making real money. I have to admit, I was mainly excited for the huge pay raise compared to my previous landscaping job. When I started my job, I was mainly working to earn a paycheck. It didn’t take long for me to realize that my job wasn’t just a job. My duties as a Certified Nurse Aid included assisting the residents with everyday activities, cleaning, and recording vitals. In the beginning, I found myself just going through the motions and doing whatever was asked of me. Normally, I work third shift which is from 11pm-7pm. I decided to work this shift because I wouldn’t have to give up my precious hours during the day. Also, I assumed it would be easier because all the residents would be asleep. I really enjoyed my job, I knew I was helping people and that made me feel good. It just didn’t seem to sink in that what I was doing was having a huge impact on other people’s lives. Soon enough. I would realize how important my job was.

From the day I was born I’ve lived on a farm. It’s always been there, like an extension of the house I grew up in, we have a barn, sheds, fields, and pastures that are all as familiar to me as the different rooms of my house. Despite all of these familiarities though, I’ve never defined myself based off of where I came from, I was the same as everyone where I was from we all grew up in similar places and did most of the same things. I was actually the outlier because ever since middle school, I knew that I didn’t want to live in a place like that when I grew up, I knew that I wanted to move on to something else and that I would probably want to go to college. Almost ironically though these things that I never used to use to define myself, are some of my favorite things I’ve done and learned in my life so far. They may seem kind of stereotypical, but small towns having massive senses of community and farms giving you a certain kind of work ethic, are most definitely true. The importance of these things was instilled in me at a very young age, and I firmly believe that they’re what lead me not only to choosing Hamline, but that they helped me figure out that I want to go on to law school after my four years here are over. I’ve been asked so many times now that I’ve lost count if I miss being on my farm or how weird it is moving to the cities from such a small town, and honestly the squirrels are not a good substitute for all the animals my family and I have back home,

Many people are usually shaped through the challenges and obstacles that they come across throughout their lifetime. I grew up with parents who immigrated here and knowing about their history helped me grow a lot throughout my childhood. I have grown to know about and going through struggles that my parents have gone through. I am now a hard worker and plan to use this characteristic to a good use when going to through college and pursuing my career path. I am also humble and thankful for everything that I have because my parents never had most of the things that my siblings and I have. Throughout my life, I have learned to grow through my parents and their history. Learning about my culture has also helped me grow as a person.

One evening night 6 years ago, I asked my mom what was going to happen to us if the end of the world was coming soon. This thought came to my mind after reading the news about the end of the world in 2012, the Mayan calendar apparent chosen year. It terrified me to think about one of my family members going to hell and burning for the rest of their life. It was impossible for me to sleep that night. The only thing I could think of was holding my mom as tight as I could because maybe that way we could go to heaven together. Since that day, God became a figure of punishment, judgment, and suffering. Today I can say that I am a God follower who is unsure whether if it is for love or fear.

When I was a child, my mother enrolled me in weekly piano lessons. These classes were not relaxing; in fact, it was like school. There were weekly music theory quizzes and at the end of the year, I had to have songs memorized to play in front of a judge who would authorize my completion of the grade level. That annual experience was torture for me because I had horrible stage fright just to play in front of one kind elderly individual. To say I detested the classes was quite the understatement. My brothers adjusted easily and enjoyed learning a new craft. I, however, had complaints going to class, leaving class, and throughout the week. I had no passion for the music, but I had no choice but to force myself to learn. The semester before beginning college, I graduated from the piano program. Years of surface level learning and not really absorbing piano material had finally come to an end. I knew in my heart I would never touch a piano willingly ever again.

I can see it now. The day of judgment is before me, and I see the Lord standing in front of me for the first time. There’s nothing here to prepare anyone for this day, but all I know I can do is trust the Lord and know that he will take care of me, no matter what. At times I fear the day of the resurrection, but it also makes me really excited to see heaven and all of my loved ones that have passed away.

For the first nine years of my life, I grew up in a predominantly Hispanic neighborhood or what others called the “ghetto”. Growing up I knew the skin color spectrum and seeing someone with a different skin color never fazed me, however, I failed to notice who was in the minority. Within my bubble of a community, everyone lived in similar small houses. Our style of clothing wasn’t much of a concern, and what really mattered was just owning something to wear, unless it was a birthday party or any party to be exact. During the week parents worked hard to the point of exhaustion. For children, it meant that we didn't see much our parents and when we did they were too tired for interaction.