Accomplishments take me one step closer to happiness and tranquility. For example, maintaining an “A” in a rigorous course, helping others that are struggling, cook for my family, etc. are minor achievements and events that have formed me into a better being. Sometimes, ignorance gets the best of me, and it does conquer my sweet, timid personality that I possess. Accordingly, my accolades never suggest nor imply I am better than anyone else. I never consider highly of myself because we are equally intelligent in our own separate ways. It is a way to build up my confidence level as I am an introvert myself.
I don’t recall having a hard time learning how to read. It was one of those things that just came easily to me for some reason. For the most part I enjoyed reading as well. The only time I didn’t enjoy reading was when I didn’t understand a certain word or a certain phrase. One of the strongest memories I have from learning to read was when I was unable to pronounce the word “the”.
The first thing I would do is confront her about it. Though I hate confrontation, the worst thing I could do in this situation is avoid addressing our differences; I cannot just assume that she knows that I have an issue with her different habits. Being the practical person I am, I would have us settle on an agreement. If she were to break this agreement, I would visit my residential advisor for assistance. If it were to happen again, I would, again, reach out to my residential advisor and request a roommate
The first Co-Curricular event I attended was the Harried Tubman Portrayal on Wednesday, October 26th from 3:00-4:00 p.m. in the Julia Ball Auditorium. Dr. Daisy Century acted out the life of Harriet Tubman. Gwynedd Mercy University has a theme of #MakeMercyReal which correlates with this event.
As a result of many unpleasant findings during time spent working at Tris, I have no choice but to resign. I have been held responsible and reprimanded for things all resulting from incredibly poor training/no training at all, I have had my hours cut reprehensibly (down to half their original time on random shifts), and I am now the only Tris Manhattan Beach employee who has not received their schedule for the month of February. I find all of these to be incredibly disrespectful of my time. I am very disappointed, as I had high hopes for this job.
I would first like to start off by thanking you for your time to listen to my plea. I’m saddened that it has come to this. However, I’m grateful that I have a chance to voice my opinion. I would then mention why I left the area, which is why I was incarcerated in the first place. I would explain my son’s situation and how I was doing what was best for my family. I had to honor him, and his last wish. It’s the only right thing to do. I would explain to the court how my son’s last dying wish is the reason for my leaving the area. I would explain that my son last wish was to be buried in his homeland (PBS 1). I would then explain that I was born in Nebraska. My son was born in the same area. It’s our home. I would then start the argument that
This week I learned a lot about myself and how to better work with my team. I learned that I tend to be very strong in following and bystander actions. However, I could work on moving and opposing actions. At the same time, though, I feel like I have been doing some moving action in my team. I know that in most situations, I like avoiding to move or oppose, however, I have been working on this and really feel like I have been able to give my own opinions when I’m working with teams.
Getting to know someone who is much older than you can be very rewarding. They give you plenty of life advice and tell you their own life experiences. Our elders are always full of wisdom which is why we should take the time out to get to know our elders around us. I interviewed my co-worker named Shawn she just recently retired but I still make sure to maintain contact with my former co-worker. While interviewing Shawn I got to know a little more about her life and the struggles that she has gone through.
Because I broke my glasses and couldn’t work for a week, I had to work overtime all weekend. Being so busy, I ate mostly preprepared or fast food, namely a frozen breakfast sandwich, a Subway sandwich, and a gyro from a local cafe. I actually considered having a breakfast sandwich for lunch on the second day but was worried that it would look like I wasn’t putting effort into my work, so I packed a quick lunch. Unsurprisingly, the sandwich I made had less sodium than the frozen one. Plus, my usual morning cereal has no sodium. I would be far more over the DRI of sodium if I ate more refined cereals, even the “healthy” ones; for example, Cheerios have 161 mg sodium, and Raisin Bran Crunch has 200 mg of sodium.
Throughout my many years of schooling, I have developed many different skill sets as a writer, reader and researcher. Through many classes, endless papers, and stacks of grades, both good and bad, I have learned who I truly am when it comes to these skills. All of these experiences have allowed me to develop these skills and improve more and more over time. Through these many years, I have learned my strengths and weaknesses as a writer and who I am as a reader and a researcher.
As a writer, I feel like I really grew a lot in this past semester. I developed some specific writing strategies and techniques. Now before writing a paper, I take the time to think about it instead of just jumping into it. I will set time aside to pre-write and use writing techniques like freewriting and revising. I have learned that it is easier to begin writing the paper a week before instead of the night before. In high school it was easy to do it the night before but in college you have so much more going on with other classes that it is less stressful just to get it out of the way. Peer editing was never my thing up until this year, I did not like other reading my paper and I did not really like reading other’s papers.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and Chad Smith wanted to go for a light workout on his college campus in Southern Nevada back in 2001. Chad was a freshman and a twink type. He had a height of 6'1 and was only 135 lbs. His hair was golden brown with that of a California skater boy look. The eyes upon Chad's face were piercing blue. His skin was pale and soft with little to no body hair. An avid gym goer he was not, but he received a wild hair this particular Sunday. Chad could only bench press about 40-60 lbs. with maybe ten reps within each set. This particular college had a very old gym with old equipment. The school was in the process of building a new gym or recreation center, but it was not finished yet when Chad entered his first year of college.
Many of the patients I serve at FHZ are surprised when they learn that I live in South Tampa and drive each day to Zephyrhills to work. I tell them the truth, I love where I live and I love where I work and so I must drive. From the moment I started working at FHZ it has been a love affair for me. I enjoy each day as I park in the parking lot and head to clock in for work. My co-workers are the most precious, dedicated, experienced and compassionate set of professionals with whom I have ever worked. I am greeted every day by a warm smile, a hug and a friendly hello from maintenance, security, housekeeping, transporters, physicians and clinicians. It is like working at Cheers (the television show) where everyone knows your name. There is much to be said for that sense of belonging that cannot be quantitated.
In the early morning, before the sun crested itself over the horizon to form a hazy red and orange sky, I awoke, Immersed in a dull sense of fear that had accumulated greatly over the past year and a half while working at the Loray mill that was nestled in the small town of Gastonia. The population was nearly seventeen thousand in the year of 1929 and the town guessed it would be approximately doubled in around 10 years, but I had my doubts. Things were starting to take a turn for the worst. At one point, the fear I felt nearly rattled every bone in my body and threatened to snatch my breath away at any given moment if the timing was right. I was deathly afraid of losing my job like hundreds of men already have, as well as terrified of being unable to provide for my wife and children, being evicted from my home, or having to move away to find a new job... Now, this insensible distress was replaced with greater, stronger emotions that engulfed my entire being.
Throughout the duration of this class, I have been highly reflective on my work, but have failed to take into consideration past mistakes when developing new assignments. From the Personal Narrative Essay to the Destination Essay, common errors have take place amongst them all. Specifically, I have struggled to make the syntax of my essays less confusing and allow my explanations to be more detailed, but have always been successful in sharing interesting ideas with the audience.