Human life is full of decisions. We use critical thinking in our everyday life in order to come to conclusions or decisions. We may not even know we are using deductive reasoning, but we use it more often than we think. We often think that other people’s reasoning is faulty, without even taking into account that maybe our own thinking/reasoning may be flawed. Faith also has a part in logic, but many times we put it on the wrong part of the process.
In 2008 I was living a fairy tale. I relocated from Indiana to Georgia. Within a year I had 5 credit cards and new home and car. I got engaged to my middle school sweetheart. We purchased our first house which my father prepared my for ever since I was 18 years old.
Pain is an evolutionary tool that discourages the body from causing harm to itself to survive, however athletes as well as myself view it as nothing but an obstacle for improvement. Goosebumps prickled from my skin over my whole body. Every other racers’ breath was visible in the air as they prepared for the big race. I was lacing up my Brooks Adrenalines already tattered and bruised from the long road behind them. I head out for my warmup run and stretches that would ensure my peak performance for the race ahead.
Responses to Narrative Narrative story written by Sara well depicts my essential image in the first and last paragraph. A reader can easily imagine how I look like, and how I dress up on my usual days. It also captures some part of my personality by using words, such as “bright and contagious", “calm and ready to go”, and “excellent listener”. Except for two inaccurate things which I will talk about in the following paragraphs, I think Sara has overall well captured me authentically in the narrative essay. The essay authentically presents why I had to move to the States, things that I struggled with, and what has shaped me into the person I am today.
As far as childhoods go, I can reasonably say that mine was atypical. At the time, my childhood was like a fantasy shrouded in sunlight, grass stains, and an indescribable warmth that can only be called love. However, looking back with what I know now, I realize it was so much better and so much worse than that. An important part of who I am comes from the fact that I live on top of a hill without another house for two miles in any direction. That meant my five siblings
The purpose of a dyad paper is for two people to connect to one another to become better listeners and to work on becoming empathetic. For this assignment I chose Nikki as a partner. Both of us agreed that we would stick around in the classroom since it was a comfortable environment for the two of us to speak freely with little distraction. When speaking with Nikki I think I perceived what she said very well.
All writing comprises three things: words, sentences and paragraphs. If you know a few words, you can make a sentence. If you write a few sentences you can make a paragraph. Keep it simple. In the end, emails, blogs, books and novels are all made from the same substances.
It happened September 22, 2011. It was during seventh period athletics. No one can ever plan for something like this and others never think of it. My life was changed that day, I didn’t know it then, but now that I do I wouldn’t change it for the world. My day started like any other: wake up, go to school, then go home.
With that in mind, it is now time to explore the various other factors to which connect my personal experience with the police and Freire’s ideas on the banking and problem-solving methods. And to do that, one must be able to understand my past life before the incident, more specifically, during my time in Eliot Middle School. During my time in middle school, I was part of the Sheriff’s Youth Foundation, where I would constantly interact with different sheriff officers within Altadena. Of course, I now know that there is a difference between a sheriff and a police officer, but at the time, I simply thought they were one in the same. Not only that, but I would constantly watch and consume all sorts of media including the police.
Korean is my mother tongue. I find not a lot of Korean nurses or nurse practitioners at hospitals in Bay Area. For example, there are no Korean physicians or NP around my area, so my parents used to drive 25 minutes to see a Korean doctor. The doctor, however, is now moved to another state. My parents have to have an interpreter when they see their current nurse practitioner.
When I walked into the journalism lab on the first day of school, I was clearly in a disarray, but, then again, so was The Raiders’ Digest. I was, after all, a dazed freshman. In retrospect, however, I realize that this probably was one of the most significant moments of my high school career - it was the day I found a passion, but, most importantly, it was the day I found a home. My school newspaper, on that day and for many days prior, had been in a state of deterioration, slowly regressing in terms of content, resources, and, primarily, interest.
I felt tears coming down my face as I could hear the voices in my head. I felt my body terribling as I just stood there in complete silence knowing what was going to be said. Growing up I was the child of the family who always shined like a star. I had more expectations since no one ever finsihed school in my family other than my brother. I knew what I was acapable of, and my limits.
“I'm looking for a fixer-upper with a solid foundation. Am willing to tear down walls, build bridges, and light fires. I have great experience, lots of energy, a bit of that "vision thing" and I'm not afraid to start from the beginning.” Steve Jobs When I finished the book I decided. Engineering is the way.
Good morning there Mary! Sounds like a few changes going on there, I still remember some of the trying and lengthy phone calls. Makes you what to go yucko, but it will make time go by fasting. As for Health Advocate, haven’t heard back from them and looked on line for the job and it was no longer posted. So off to the old job search again.
A hint of sunlight hit me as I dared forward into the depths of the forest, far away into the realm of nature. A zephyr bristled across the brisk forest as it whispered a faint greeting. The trees shed their coats as the crimson leaves glided through the sky with elegance. My thoughts were lost as the beauty of nature immersed me into a different world of grandiose. The silence of the forest surprised me with awe as I stopped in my path and gazed at the serene forest.
