I would not have focused on trying to read my poem and having it connect with the feelings and emotions of everyone in the room. I believe that seeing the faces of boredom and disinterest in my classmates made me stress about my performance even more. If I went back in time to 2006, standing in the middle of class, I would have mentally emerged in
I was extremely excited to be captain because of my love for the sport and for my amazing team, especially because it was going to be my last year competing. My school has still not won a City Championship, but my team and I wanted to change that this year. We all pushed ourselves to the limit, and we worked harder than ever before. On the day of our City Championship meet, we cheered each other on and we put on our best performance. We were all worried that the team that had been disqualified during my freshman year was going to win.
Two months had gone by before I was able to fully return to school. Overwhelmed with all the material I had missed, I simply struggled in returning. Test, quizzes, and homework from various classes began to conquer my confidence in a successful year. I soon accepted the false thoughts that consumed my determination, I had given up on the year not even half way through it. My grades began to dropping, all the hard work I had put in, over my high school career, for the sake of my GPA didn 't matter to me anymore.
While I do not consider it a failure now at the time I was definitely frustrated with myself and considered it a failure. When I had to repeat my junior year I was mad at myself for not be able to complete the school year. As time went on I was able to focus on the positives in the situation and I was able to finally accept that I was not prepared for my senior year both emotionally and academically considering I missed so much school. If I did continue on to senior year I would not have been close to prepared as I am now for college. I ended up repeating my junior year due to the fact that I missed close to two-thirds of school due to a medical condition.
After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked. Everyone though I didn’t know anything. People made fun of some word I did not pronounce correctly, I was scared to open my mouth or even asked a question in class, because I though the teachers would ask me to repeat it again. I cried almost every night. One day I finished my history essay and the teacher told me to wait after class,
Quickly after my diagnosis, I was confined to a wheelchair for a period. I was ashamed of my illness and despised the stares I got at school. The stares soon turned into bullying. Middle school can be a grueling time for preteens and being bullied for something I have no control of only made it harder. I did not think that there was anything that could help until I took the initiative to educate
I have always enjoyed children and working with them but once I understood that there was a career that could enable me to improve a child’s life I was set on becoming an Occupational Therapist. I knew I could assist and change the lives of children that have been told they could not succeed nor live life to their fullest potential. Regardless of the struggles these children are facing, they are capable of a multiple of tasks for success. This is the work of an OT to capitalize on their strengths, to allow them to be the absolute best child (and then adult) that they can be. There is nothing more effective to preserve the future of our world and mankind than to nourish each child.
On my first day of teaching, my perception was that they were a high-strung, undisciplined, rambunctious lot and the last thing they wanted to focus on was homework. When I first set foot in Ascension, I was so worried about what I could do to control poor behavior and prevent chaos, never mind teaching math and reading. Upon reflection, I had placed stereotypes on little kids who were no different than I except, they were poor and lived in a very rough area. When I looked the kids in the eye, paid them the little bit of attention that every child wants, they respected that I was there to help them and we both had a job to do. I was able to connect with the children and realized how positive and nice they were.
A big memory was me not being able to shut my mouth in my english class. The teacher was Mrs. Peterson, and I had a bunch of my good friends in the class. After the first day, I could tell this was not going to be a good class. First off, like I said, I could not keep my mouth shut. I would always be trying to talk to Zach, Dylan, or basically anyone.
Understanding your Personal Concern Using Counseling and Psychotherapy Theories Thanyamas Saetang Chulalongkorn University Understanding your Personal Concern Using Counseling and Psychotherapy Theories Since I was a child, I have been very quiet and reserved. I always feel a little nervous when I have to talk to stranger or someone I'm not familiar with. However, the main concern that really affects my life is that I’m extremely afraid of public speaking or anything that has to do in front of a lot of people. This includes presentation, interview, answering question in class and every kind of performance or sport. It started to appear since I entered school and it really interferes with my life especially in high school and college.