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. The door was closed, and I stared at the door for seconds. Then, I ran to the balcony and yelled at her walking to the parking lot. My dad sighed, and then the day’s painful morning was over.
During my time at placement I was given the role of a Nursery Assistant; My duties were to plan and prepare activities for children, read stories, nappy change them, observe and make notes for use in their reports. I was also a key worker for one child, I had to monitor their progress and share information about their development with their parents and carers. The setting was a warm and welcoming environment, I found that all of the staff were very friendly and reassuring. The placement lasted for four weeks and I worked from Monday to Friday from 8:30AM to 5:30PM. On my first day I arrived at 10AM for my induction and was introduced by the manager of the setting to the other members of staff.
To elucidate traditional understanding of teachers’ identity, some studies are illuminative. The study was conducted (Moore &Hofman in 1998). They theorized professional identity (PI) as “the extent to which someone thinks of his or her professional role as being significant (centrality), interesting (valence) and in conformity with other roles (consonance)” (Moore &Hofmann, 1998, p. 70). Such static and one-dimensional categorizations are rather problematic, because they impose on the research participants (here the teachers) a positive professional self or identity. If participants conceived of their different roles as teachers of slight importance, as phenomena in conflict with other roles they had to accomplish, such as being a colleague,
“When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.” - Paulo Coelho
Homeschool is process whereby parents choose to teach their children at home rather than send their children to school. It has become more and more popular that has the rate of 7 to 15 percent increasing every year. In the United State alone have an estimated number of homeschool children of approximately 2 million people. It appears that homeschooling is continuing to grow all around the world for examples, Australia, Japan, Thailand, Canada, Mexico, South Korea, and the United Kingdom. There are many reasons that make parents decide to homeschool their children. The first reason that causes homeschool to become more and more popular is the perception that school is a dangerous place for their children. Parents might think that school
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.
Starting a new life away from home can be difficult. Many young adults experience this every year when they decide to go away to college. It is obvious to say that around that age is when young adults start getting to know themselves, and start acquiring better understanding of what they want from life. I am currently going through my first year of college, I can relate to the new lifestyle I started having when I came to CSUCI, but I have also seen many things that has made me learn from other people’s experiences. I wrote a letter pretending to be a worried mother as my project number two for my English 102 class last semester. I wanted to focus on women because I am a woman and I’ve heard and experienced cases where someone I know had an
When I was asked to do this assignment I was somewhat confused, because I really didn’t have anything come to mind. I have been comfortable with myself my whole life I have said basically what I wanted to say a certain degree. So me trying to break a norm of mine I didn’t know if I had any. This experiment was challenging in a way I had to sit down and figure out what is a breech for me. I can’t really breech people in Edinboro University. I am pretty much known around campus, and people will pick up on I am playing a joke. The breech will be over before it even started, so I had to go to my family. The reason is I am a different person when I am around my family. I can be a class clown on campus, but boring in my house. Occasionally I will crack wise here or there, but not to an extent to cross the line. The breech I chose to do my assignment on is “Breeching the Expectancy That a Knowledge of a Relationship of Interaction Is a Commonly Entertained Scheme of Communication”, and I did it with the one person I know I will get a reaction from my mother.
I was assigned care for one patient and newborn, six hours postpartum. I received guidance from my instructor throughout the day when needed, and was paired with the primary nurse assigned to this patient and newborn. At first when reading the chart to see it was a sixteen year old mother, I have to admit I had pre conceived feelings. But before I entered the room I put those feelings out of my head, because I did not know the patient’s situation, I should not being judging anyone’s situation. I was there to teach these parents how to care for their newborn, and I did. I spent the day giving gentle encouragement to the mother about holding the baby and the benefits of skin-to-skin contact. During the day the infant was due for a bath, I assisted the father with step by step teaching on how to bath the infant, as well as how to perform a diaper change, and proper instruction on supporting infants neck while picking up and holding infant. The mother’s own mother and grandmother visited in the afternoon, her family seemed to be very supportive. Throughout the day, I found my buddy nurse not responsive to their questions, never explained what she was doing with the baby and while not in room made comments about the mother’s young behavior regarding a stuffed animal the mother slept with, this kind of talk made me feel uncomfortable, but I never advocated for the family either, as a student I find this very
My legs trembled beneath me and I fell to the ground like a soggy biscuit and I hit the ground with my fist. "Why did you leave me here? Is this a punishment? I miss both of you so much, please come back!" I sobbed. Soon enough a gust of wind came, as if to comfort me. " I remember the day you both left me, that day triggered a lot of things. I was out with Uncle Jarrod and Philippa, we were enjoying ourselves at the beach about to go get some ice cream but Uncle Jarrod had gotten a call from the hospital. "Yes that is me... Wait, what happened... Which hospital...Bye." Me and Philippa had looked at each other and ran over to him. He had fallen to the floor and started screaming profanities into the sky and as a response the sky had started to roar with thunder. He grabbed both of us into a hug and repeatedly said sorry. At that moment I was confused as to why her was apologising and unfortunately later that day I realised. A couple of hours later we arrived into the hospital, in the car Uncle Jarrod had explained to us that you both were in critical condition from a car accident and were admitted into a hospital. I remember feeling empty. Lost. I didn’t shed a tear, I knew I had to be
One thing that occurred today during recess was a student spitting on another student. This reminded of something that I would tell my daughter when she was younger. I told her that if anyone hit her, she was to hit them back. Yes, I know BAD advice! Anyways, when I was talking to the girl that spit on another student, I did not do have the other student spit on her. If I did that, it would be degrading, intimidating, and flat out gross. Instead, I asked the student if I went around spitting students or if the other student spit on her. Her answer was, “no”. 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
Deviance is any behavior that interrupts communal norms or customs within a society. Norms are rules and expectations by which members of a certain group are conventionally guided. Deviance can be unlawful or lawful. Additionally, the concept of deviance stays complicated because sociological norms vary across communities, time and regions such as what is accepted in certain group may be unacceptable to another group of people (Fields et al, 2015). Further, a case in point is India, where activities such as nudity in public places, alcoholism, robbery, female circumcision and prostitution among others are termed as deviance. Individualls with such behaviors are more often than not labeled as deviants.
As I completed the readings and the recent role checklist I reflected back upon the different role changes that I've experienced throughout my life. I realized from these reflections that with the role changes, the importance of various values and things changed in conjunction with these role changes. Changing my roles also changed the occupations that I was involved in; some occupations disappeared while new ones were added during the occupational transitions. These role changes included many personal and contextual factors that influenced them. I also found that in my life with each new role I added, or subtracted, a new occupational balance had to be found.
They didn’t agree on much. In fact, they didn’t agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.
We've all been behind a difficult customer in the store. You wait in line behind them as you wonder what could possibly be wrong with them. Why would someone deliberately choose to be mean or angry? How could that person have any sense of humanity, kindness or decency?