Journal Entry Two In our class discussion on how roles and status have an effect on our behavior, one of the key points of the discussion was Role Conflict and Role Engulfment. Simultaneously, I had also started my first professional job at a private school in Kenosha. Throughout my entire life, my work had been my studies. When I was relieved of an activity, I labored over assignments. For the first time, I left the comfort of behavior I knew, adopt completely different social norms, and meet advanced demands and responsibilities. While I prepared for my first day, I was gripped with a sense of confusion and panic. To my embarrassment, I cried in the parking lot when I tried to call my mother and she did not pick up. In a strange twist, …show more content…
Did I treat them as my peers, or as superiors? Did I care for the kids as I did my niece and nephew at home, or as customers at a volunteer event? Did they expect me to know my tasks ahead of time? Were the kids staring at me due to my novelty, or for abnormal behavior in comparison to their other caretakers? I had no idea what behavior and guidelines to follow and mimic to “be a good worker,” or a “competent …show more content…
The girl began to cry and I knew I was required to act in some way. With my niece, I would have gone over and given her a hug, probably let her ride on my back until she forgot about the incident. For a volunteer on my team, I would notify my supervisor. In this case, neither was ideal since I was not this girl’s aunt, and she was not a volunteer. While I was not thinking about it at the time, my conundrum was due to Role Strain. At the time, the boundaries of my behavior in the given situation had yet to be determined, thus I felt confusion and stress. What this resulted in, was a strange mixture of what I had adopted from my colleagues and what I had experienced in the past. I calmly asked her what happened, just as I would with my niece, however refrained from giving her a
Monday October 26th: Today at Moses Cone hospital, I was in the role of student nurse. I had two patients; one a returning patient, and the other a new patient. The nurse I was working with is someone I have never worked with before or even seen on the floor, but she seemed to be familiar with the unit. It was about 3-5-45 minutes into the shift before we received hand off report. After about 8 minutes of waiting to get report on the rest of her patients, my nurse went ahead and started to see patients.
She was embarrassed about the story I just made up. She then tried to reason with me by saying she understands I am getting older. I was shocked on how my breech assignment fell into place. She started using ethnomethodology responses to try to make sense to what I told her about the condoms. In my opinion she was using it so she can calm herself down.
New experiences come challenges and anxieties that can be overwhelming if not handled and dealt with wisely. Making the
There was an uncomfortable silence. I held her hand thigh. She looked puzzled as if I never was affectionate towards her. Almost scared.
My duties ranged from person to person in my family. Although I was never officially given the position as a mentor to my younger sisters, I felt it to be my responsibility. As they would play with their doll house in their room; meticulously placing all the furniture in its respective location, I would run in unannounced, yelling “tornado” or “hurricane”, knocking everything around and destroying their utopian civilization. I felt like that was an accurate depiction of real life chaos. Preparing for the possibility of a tornado or hurricane in their everyday
Many of my teachers remarked me as “reassuring”, and a lot of my friends have told me that “It seems that you’re so chilled but you actually know what you’re doing”. Yes, I was born with a phlegmatic personality, but it was not until last year when I “failed” the AMC (luckily I was still qualified for the AIME) that I started to learn how to manage time and resource wisely and actually grew up. I spent my first 14 years in my life in China, and in the summer 2013, I moved to US with my family, seeking for new challenges-- I’ve always believed that unfamiliar environment provokes one to learn the most. However though I thought I was prepared for the worst, things got out of hand, as how it goes every time one is put in a new wonder land. It didn’t take more than a month to surmount the language barrier, but
Family centered care (FCC) involves caring for the entire family as a whole (Hammarstand & Loewen, 2013). This approach is appropriate when caring for a new mother, father and baby, which relates to a clinical experience I was involved in. The purpose of this paper is to link a true clinical experience to the family centered care nursing approach. In writing this paper I hope to reflect on my prejudgment feelings and be able to not have preconceived feelings regardless of the patient situation. This paper will discuss a clinical context in which family centered care was utilized, the definition of and concepts of family centered care, and a personal reflection pertaining to the clinical situation.
The owner informed that me that I would be teaching girls ages 5-18. Not only did I take this job very seriously, but I also used it to further develop my desire to help children and young adults. I still teach these girls, and as I get older and learn more, my interest to learn about children grows and expands. When a baby was born into my family was when my love and interest for infants blossomed. This baby was not only taken away from her parents at birth, but she also was facing great genetic odds for mental disabilities.
Opening my eyes, I heard mom’s busy steps getting ready to leave for work. Then, I realized that my mom is going to leave soon. I grabbed her legs and did not let her go. As soon as I started crying, she kept comforting and hugging me. My dad and my sister tried to separate me from mom, so she could leave.
English GCSE - Memory They say in order to move on in life you need to make peace with the past. This is said to help 'accept ' yourself, but sometimes, it does the opposite. So here I am, in a graveyard attempting to make 'peace ' with the ghosts within me. My feet yearning to back into the car and drive away, but my mind has other plans as I walk towards the gate of the cemetery as I push the gate making it croak as if it has not been used in a while.
Hard Change As a young boy I believed that change in my life would gradually happen, but I never believed it could happen because of a single event. I never thought that becoming employed at a car wash, to detail cars, could become such an important factor on the man I am today. I used to be immature, antisocial, and lazy but now I feel like a mature, social, and a hard workingman. As an eighteen-year-old boy getting towards the end of my senior year of high school, I was very immature.
Before my mom left she told me “Keep your mind open, and stay positive. This is your adventure.” I came to Channel Islands alone, so of course my situation seemed a little half empty. But little did I know how drastically different my life would be from here on out. I originally thought that my college experience would be like the movies. Sororities and frats, the freshman fifteen, endless studying, and sleepless nights.
So I had her apologize to the other little girl. Unfortunately, because she lied to me when I first asked her, I had her walk laps. Normally if it is something “simple”, I explain
My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into.
If I had closed off in response to her silence, I would not have been able to support her through her husband's death. Her husband would have lost some of the spark and courage of his wife during his last days. It may have been dumb luck, but this showed me a valuable lesson about compassion and always assuming the best. Compassion and Loving-Kindness Meditation When you live in paradise, it can be hard to understand the darkness that other people go through. We are all lucky enough to live in one of the most beautiful places in the world.