Your Reflection I am the reflection of you, while you look at me, you see you. Nevertheless, I am considered just another decoration, even though people spend ages staring at me. I rest upon a seemingly firm and rustic yellow concrete wall in your bathroom at Lindbergh High School. Ordinarily, I have a direct view of the faded golden colored stalls, the tens of faucets, and even further, the same concrete walls I am screwed upon. I notice the drips of the drizzling water from the discolored faucets. As I look to the right, I see another mirror, identical to me, with the same 18 inch by 48 inch size and thin width upon the same wall. When I look to the left, past the crease in the wall, is the obnoxiously loud, white, and silver hand dryers. Looking down, I see the uncleaned floors that the janitors supposedly clean after you leave. …show more content…
Consequently, I see the many different physical features that individualize every single one of you. Often, I wish I did not exist because I am tired of hearing what you all need to change about yourselves. I hear the complaining of your daily struggles, your cries after you failed your math test, and your happiness when you realize that the school year is almost over. My depression increase as the days rolls around because many of you hate coming to this place and everyone in it. When I was first put in, back in the early 90’s, students did not face nearly the amount of stress over school, boys, and friends, like you face today. At the end of the day, when I taste the janitor sprays the toxic Clorox spray while wiping away my front with a ratty rag, I feel the toxic refreshing me from the toxic I hear all day. Although I get a sense of relief when I am clean, I know this repeating cycle of negativity that I witness daily, will never end because the lingering smell of the mixture of your perfumes, never
Leaving last week’s class, my mind was darting in all sorts of directions. While the “Eyes on the Prize” excerpt gave me a concrete understanding of the historic events of the desegregation of Little Rock High School, “Little Rock Central High: 50 Years Later” brought up all sorts of observations and questions on race in America that I hadn’t necessarily thought to address before. I think these two films were particularly interesting to view back to back because of their difference in style, content, and execution. I have viewed many of the “Eyes on The Prize” segments in past classes and this segment, “Fighting Back”, continues to stand out to me. Through the use of first person interviews and real footage, the piece gave me, what felt like, a clear look
The moment I walked into this new small town school; I felt strained. I went from PS 60 in Queens to some place called Cocalico Middle school. I walked into my first day hoping I’d be indifferent, but feelings don’t work that way. The first thing I noticed was the lack of diversity; I noticed this when I was at school and then when I went to the local grocery store. I observed everything, but tried not to make myself noticed.
The cool air swoops in and out behind me as the door slams close. Immediately I feel the pressure of hundreds of eyes glaring at me. I glide my feet down the school hallway, secretly hoping that today will be different. Today I can avoid all the drama and pain. I arrive at my locker and open it, only for it to be shut a second later by the wannabee herself Ms. Amber Jones.
Section I — Of Vanity and Reflection In Jean-Honoré Fragonard’s Allegory of Prudence, the viewer is presented with a young woman who gazes at a mirror. The painting conveys a moment of prolonged reflection and self-evaluation that encourages the viewer to pause, if only briefly, and utilize a moment of reflection in art to turn the viewing inward upon the self. Prudence’s moment of prolonged reflection is created by line, compounded by the color and lighting of the painting, and reinforced by the interactions of shape that emphasizes focus on the mirror. The painting utilizes the interaction of line, color, and scale to display the subject’s moment of reflection, but also to question the fine line between self-reflection and vanity.
The first few weeks of school were great. I had stupendous grades, and I was flourishing in all of my classes. But after a while, I stared to skip school with my friends, because we thought classes were dull. Since I had an IEP school didn’t matter to me because as long as I reached the academic goal I’d be fine.
Mr. Higgins, First I want to thank you and the rest of the staff for organizing the intervention this morning. I was reflecting back on my time at Brophy after the meeting and recognize that I have received many opportunities that most student can not receive in public high school. If I had a chance to redo my four years of high school I would definitely still pick Brophy. Even though my high school career at Brophy could have been better, none of the moments I have had (good or bad) has been a waste. Brophy has dramatically changed my life farther than any school could have and changed the way I think and carry myself between freshman year and now.
Virginia Hamilton’s The House of Dies Drier is set in the 1950’s and placed in an aged house that was once an Underground Railroad station. A boy named Thomas has just moved into this strange house and is getting accustomed to the environment. Throughout the book Hamilton uses a literary element called foreshadowing. The House of Dies Drier uses foreshadowing to help one have a better understanding of the book, to cause one to think of how the story will unfold, and to add suspense.
Through the symbolic meaning of the items as well what can be drawn from the visual aspect we can tell what happen the moments before. The mirror on the wall has two figures who are clad in shadow in it they are not the mother and father; will the frame of the mirror
Lee Teter created his painting Reflections in 1988 using oils on canvas. Just as the title suggests, the painting’s subject is reflections on the Vietnam Memorial Wall. The painting belongs to a private collection owned by Teter himself. In Reflections, Teter depicts a man leaning on the Vietnam Memorial Wall as soldiers reflect back on him, captures on canvas these reflections using muted hues, and immortalizes the loss and struggle of those affected by the Vietnam War.
From this day, I still remember how lonely I felt and how badly I wanted to be accepted. I dreaded to go to recess because I wasn't sure what type of crowd I would “ fit in” with. As I walked in class, I saw everyone divided into various cliques and eventually I found myself every week trying to fit in with a different one. I tried my best to act like those kids in order to fit in, I changed so many things such as my attitude, my clothing, my hairstyles and how I spoke in the span of one year. I was so desperate to feel like I was not alone and had real friends that I basically would’ve done anything for others to like me.
I was able to grow up into adulthood as I experienced a significant event, pushing me out my comfort zone, and learning who I truly am, thus better preparing myself for the future. And this was made possible due to my time dorming at Cal Poly Pomona, as a student of the Pasadena City College Upward Bound Program. However, in truth, intentionally, I didn’t want to go. Afterall, during my childhood, I was an easy target for bullies, constantly physically and verbally abused; lasting from elementary school to middle school. And due to this, I became a much more antisocial and shy person.
Reflection, what is it? By David Mulcahy. (14375771)
Why am I still going to this charter school which doesn 't provide transportation? Why couldn 't my dad be here picking me up instead of the hospital? My future seemed highly uncertain and my grades were dropping. I tried my best to power through my newest challenge. I reminded myself of a past challenge of working through and successfully adapting to America.
The past four years of my life hold both my highest of highs and my lowest of lows. High school can be a very awkward time period in a person’s life. Four years ago, I made the intimidating switch from St. Mary’s School to Algoma High School. There were certain aspects of high school which made me nervous, but academics was not one of them. I learned how to be a responsible student in my earlier years, and school had always come relatively easy to me.
This reflection helps in the understanding of why things happen the way they do or how it effects my thought process. It is about going beyond the general concept of things and into the root of the idea. The development of such concepts allows me to ask the