Whenever I overwork because of an assignment or work, I always began to be de-moralized along the way. Whenever I do something difficult, it 's giving me frustration that I can 't finish it and I 'm unable to move on. I always ended up pulling my hair or punching myself causing me to give up. Because of de-moralization, I always ended up getting a low grade even though I have spent lots of hours on it. So, whenever I do a similar assignment again I would instantly get de-moralized.
Introduction For many years I suffered with the disease to please and boy did it cost me. I was miserable. Contributing to others dream and making them come true was my life. All the while watching my dreams die by the wayside. My brain was full of ideas that I suppressed just so others could go ahead of me.
I had completely lost myself; I let myself get hurt and insulted with no way out because I needed a place to live. It took me a wasted year to realize that this was a dead end. I couldn't see it before and I just kept believing that it might get better. One day, I knew enough was enough and saw an opportunity to end the poor path that I was blindly walking. I was naïve for not being able to cut my losses, and I paid the price.
Which is noteworthy, as I’m not one who gets angry or curses. Yet throughout that day, I found myself steadily cursing at Derek in my head as I tried to think of what I should do in light of what I could only see as a betrayal. When I saw him later, I did curse*** and told him off about his apparent inability to hold anything in confidence. We didn’t speak for another six hours, and I definitely considered extending it to days or weeks. However, as a student who aspires to be a counselor, I knew waiting would be immature and only make matters worse.
And now I ponder... For starters, I usually make wrong impressions about about people and things. I tend to be very selective sometimes (but in a good way though) So when we were asked to make impressions about the subject, the class, and the professors I pondered... I thought deeply and came up with this. I.The Subject: Others ought to assume that this subject is hard or this subject requires blood and sweat,or this my be the reason for sleepless nights throughout the whole semester but I viewed it differently. Its level of difficulty cannot be denied, what everyone else assumed is somehow true but I thought of this subject as a "hurdled race", there may be obstacles along the way, but the ultimate goal is to finish.
The door was as immovable as the gate, so I circled round the castle and I cluttered through the back entrance. The castle seemed to be completely devoid of light. In every direction as I looked I couldn’t make out even a single shadow or an apparition of light. I sensed my way across the walls of the rancid smelling castle the closer to the centre of the castle I went, the more the adrenaline in my blood began to pump. It seemed to secrete something ominous that my body naturally almost instinctively rejected.
The ideas and thoughts shared were painful. It’s hard to imagine that Mass Communication is at its final stage, doomed for extinction. I find it ironic to study and extract this topic regarding end of mass communication since I am pursuing my education related to this field. I don’t like the idea that it’s going to be gone any time soon. Mass Communication is here to stay, I cooed to myself after reading the whole narrative.
Hispanic Education I remember the time I felt tired, confused and felt like nothing could hold me to remain in my seat. Lectures were long and confusing, making me feel lost and clueless. Frustrated and stressed out, I would keep telling myself “I’m done! I’m not smart enough and school is hard." I started to analyze what my options were and dropping out of school is probably one of the easiest options when you are overwhelmed by confusion.
Nothing could beat out the moments when I unraveled new horizons in learning academically and growing personally. One thing that tremendously troubled me was the continuous agony I had endured in Mathematics. I will not lie, but this aggravating Achilles hill of mine took out a lot of my self – esteem that I started to doubt and to question my
My goals make me feel motivated to keep moving on even if I have failed before. During the last semester, I was not the student I would like to be because I have had some problems with my English. Basically, it was hard to adapt myself into a new culture because I had never travelled or stayed in other country. I got a C+ in my first midterm test of Engineering Concepts and I exclaimed, “Why me?” Although the grade scared me and made me feel unable to recover the grade, I remembered my main goals and I considered that failure was part to achieve them as well. Instead to be regretting all the time about the grade, I made a plan to improve the grade at the end of the semester, and finally, I got an A that made me feel satisfied.