I did not realize my potential as a young scholar; in doing so, I set myself back academically. My priorities were set on understanding the hectic schedule instead of the vigorous goals that I have now. As a fourteen year-old in freshman year, my standards were set lower for myself since I was unorganized and lost majority of the time. I lacked skills in time-management and multitasking; skills which I practiced and perfected through my school’s use of the modular schedule.
My whole life long, I have been trying to find a place where I can truly fit in. I have also been worried about what I would do when I grew up. I was torn between my passion for horses and my passion for performing. There was no way I could give up one for the other, so I searched the net for Christian colleges that had majors in both equine studies and vocal performance and there it appeared: Asbury University. It was manna from Heaven.
Obstacles that we encounter can be important in molding and shaping our later success. There have been several challenging events that have occurred throughout the duration of my life that has seemingly impacted my current status. One major event that has recently affected me was my mother being diagnosed with Cancer in October of 2016. This news not only emotionally affected me, but it impacted me physically and mentally as well.
The dream of going to college has been present since I remember. However, I lived in a low income household in Spain, and at that time my family was going through a great depression, lack of financial stability, and my parent’s relationship was not at its best; consequently, the idea of having another expense was not a priority for the family, needless to say that college was not an option. Nevertheless, life has given me the opportunity to review my priorities, make new choices and as a result, I decided to pursue a higher education. I became a displaced homemaker after my divorce in 2008 in Washington State, when I decided to move away and start a new life in Colorado. We were only us, my daughter and me.
It was the last week of school, and Kristina was in 8th grade. Kristina couldn 't wait to be in 9th grade, but she hated that she was being bullied everyday. Kristina had cried everyday, at school during lunch, during class, after school on the way home, and at home. On the weekends she wouldn 't leave the house, because it was her only time she got away from the bullies, and she didn 't want to take a chance on being seen outside of school.
As a student, while reading this article I found many of the concepts useful but especially familiar. Throughout my years of public education, the older I became, the more I was able to recognize certain techniques and strategies that teachers used. For example, the article mentions to compliment good choices within earshot of peers and parents, keeping it simple and authentic to boost their self-esteem and make them feel comfortable and safe. This is just one of the many suggestions in the article that reminded me of my childhood. Anytime a teacher gave me a compliment, it first made me feel good about myself and distracted me of any fears I may of had.
I have overcome many obstacles since attending a postsecondary education. Money has always been a problem for my family and I, and going to school was an addition to many of our money problems. However, I knew that I had no other option than to attend college in order to get a degree for my family to live a better life. Not asking my parents for assistance or additional money has been a toll for the amount of debt I’m now accountable for.
God is real and so so good. Maybe you can see how I tasted Him this quarter. At the beginning of winter quarter, I was unsure of many things. I had registered for 4 classes and I thought it might be too much for me to handle. This fear was true at times throughout the quarter.
The first nine weeks has come and gone already within the blink of an eye, and time seems to be moving along at a record pace. This first nine weeks was interesting as well as difficult. It was interesting in the fact that I once more had to take different classes with nearly all new teachers, having to become accustomed to original teaching styles and their conflicting ways of grading from classes of old. Also interesting was my schedule in the way that my final class concluded at eleven forty-eight; this turned out to be a blessing. I remember one day maybe three to four weeks into the quarter when I decided to stay up late watching a football game or something, and the next day I was extraordinarily tired and felt as if I was a zombie.
Throughout out my life, I’ve strived to be the best in order to reach my goal. Ever since I was in middle school, I’ve had my heart set on being an elementary school teacher; and I’ve been taking and will continue taking many steps academically and within my extra-curricular activities for my lifetime goal. As soon as I stepped into high school. I began to push myself academically. Even though I didn’t enroll in AP or Pre-AP courses, I still had to work hard for my grades, but even though I had all regular classes I had to teach myself self-discipline, time management, and most of all to never give up.
Many things happen in the three years of our lives spent in middle school. Organized sports, new trends, and new groups of people are some of the things that go on during the dreaded middle school years. But my years of fun have been tainted by bullying. My so-called-friends were the ones that ruined my experience. My “friends” start up a quick joke but overtime people around school start using it against me.
My mom’s name is Chandi Williams. She is 46 years of age and her job is driving a handicapped bus for the Kankakee Valley school corporation. She has been driving a handicapped bus for KV for 13 years now. She was raised on a huge farm in fair oaks, Indiana, driving tractors and farming everyday of her life until she graduated. She had a job at the Demotte state bank for a long time before my time.
When the first nine weeks was up and report cards were sent out, I began to notice the change in my grades. I was no longer a F and D student, I now was a C student. I was really excited about how much better my report card looked, I never was this motivated by the type of grades I made before.
I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My metro bus ride to school in the morning proved disastrous. Taking the southbound rather than the northbound bus had left me confused while waiting for the return bus and embarrassed while explaining the reason for my late arrival to school. It 's 4:33. Oh man.
Hello, Master Sharif, and Readers of this Journal Entry, I will be using this Learning Journal Entry (LJE) to narrate a self-reflection of my learning process for this unit. This LJE will serve as the basis for documenting the systematic approaches I have taken towards tackling the tasks for this week. My feelings, attitudes, reactions, challenges, and what I have learned, for this week will be narrated reflectively. There is no better way for me to do the narration than to specifically narrate with regard to the tasks to accomplish for this week.
