Senior Synthesis is a class that is fundamental to the Brophy experience. It is designed to bring all of our academic and, more importantly, our spiritual growth and education to a cohesive climax by applying the three main questions of the examen that we pray daily: "How is God at work in my life?" "How have I responded to God 's presence in my life?" and lastly, "How am I being called to respond now?" . The entire Senior Synthesis process forces you to delve deeper into impactful life experiences and to learn more meaningful lessons about yourself and, especially so, your faith. In order to completely engross ourselves into the synthesis process, we must also be willing to ask your own fundamental questions and be willing to research and …show more content…
Raphael came in and said I needed to go to the school office, which having her personally tell you to go to the office was never good. When I followed her into the office, both of my parents were standing in the hallway and my mom was crying, so I immediately started to think I was going to be in big trouble for something that I didn 't realize I did or something along those line, but when we walked into the principal 's office, my dad told me my grandma had just died. My grandmother 's death was very sudden and completely caught my whole family off guard because, although she was still very sad my grandpa had passed away a month or so prior, she was, overall, in fairly good health aside from her having Alzheimers. For her funeral, we were all able to attend except my brother, who had just started his first year at NAU literally a few days prior. Although my grandmother 's death was very much more of a shock, it still– at least in my mind– had less of an impact on me than my grandfather 's somewhat expected death earlier that
Finding out about my grandmothers death was the saddest moment in my life . I didn't understand . I didn't expect it to happen , not to me . I wondered why god had taken an important person away from my life , ad for that i felt confused and miserable . I cried for hours that day . Nothing could have brought me joy that day but the presence of my grandmother , but she was gone and i found it hard to overcome the situation.
It is said that Western civilization had been primarily male dominated and as a result as diminished the feminine. Women’s roles in society have changed drastically over the past decades. While it took much time, progress for women’s rights has blossomed. Influences in civilization have affected view points of the commonly held mores, expectations, and stereotypes which define gender.
Television has affected every aspect of life in society, radically changing the way individuals live and interact with the world. However, change is not always for the better, especially the influence of television on political campaigns towards presidency. Since the 1960s, presidential elections in the United States were greatly impacted by television, yet the impact has not been positive. Television allowed the public to have more access to information and gained reassurance to which candidate they chose to vote for. However, the media failed to recognize the importance of elections. Candidates became image based rather than issue based using a “celebrity system” to concern the public with subjects regarding debates (Hart and Trice). Due to “hyperfamiliarity” television turned numerous people away from being interested in debates between candidates (Hart and Trice). Although television had the ability to reach a greater number of people than it did before the Nixon/Kennedy debate, it shortened the attention span of the public, which made the overall process of elections unfair, due to the emphasis on image rather than issue.
I was in Tybee Island for a school trip when they called my teacher. I was dissecting a squid with my classmates; we were using the ink bags to write our name. My teacher called me outside to talk and I was paranoid that I was in trouble. The teacher looked at me with a sad face and I was confused at what she was sad about.
My parents were separated and then divorced when I was young. My mom was always stressed out with the workload that she took on, so there really no surprise to the way she reacted when something tragic happened. In July of 2011 my uncle, my mom's brother, passed away.
I figured someone had passed away, but I didn't think much of it. My father spoke to me in a very calm and soft voice with tears in his eyes. In between his words you could hear the hurt. He told me that my godmother had passed away. I sat there not knowing what to say, but could feel the hurt overwhelm me.
Within two days of my father's mothers death, there was a receiving of friends gathering at the Church on Tennessee's campus. At first it started off with just family members and close friends talking and comforting each other. My grandmothers passing was very tough on me and other members in my family but it hit my father the hardest. After several moments of catching up with family members the first of many people started piling into the Church. Many of my family's friends and loved ones of my grandmother began to make there way over to me and my father. Each person that greeted me would say the same thing. "I'm so sorry this happened to you Stokes. Your grandmother was an amazing woman and she will be deeply missed. She is in a better place now." I thanked all of these kind words while fighting back tears. One of the toughest parts of the evening was when the people inside the Church would offer their condolences to my father. "If there is anything you need, just let me know" was one of the more redundant and frequent sayings that were spoken to my father. Even though all of the condolences were worded differently, I noticed the same sound of hesitance and uncertainty the voices. All of the people who wanted to offer help to my father in this time of need, were unsure how to do so. I understand what the people must have even
It was a beautiful day bright and sunny, it was the the last week of 6th grade. I was going home like always on the bus minding my own business. When I heard a friend of mine saying rude words to a student with special needs and I just saw her crying in the corner of my eye. So I told her the girl with special needs to walk away. The girl that was being extremely rude pulled my hair and dropped me so violently that I scraped my elbows and hit my chin.
Unfortunately, with the deaths that occurred a month prior to beginning to gather information for this assignment. I 've found that many family members that I spoke with reverted back to discussing the lives of my grandparents who had just recently passed. It was as if it was all they could speak about. It was difficult for everyone to gather their emotions and see the family as a whole unit. It appeared that they felt that both of these untimely deaths took over the spirit of the family. I also found it difficult for myself to want to discuss my family when everyone was still grieving. I realize that death is an issue that most families choose not to deal with. However, I believe that death needs to be dealt with to get past hurt, pain, as well as anger, to preserve the history of the family.
This might not come as shock for many people across the world at all, because of the absence of personal figure in somebody life. For example, many teenager go through troubling life span of dealing with passing of love ones or maybe someone closes to them. Furthermore, not being able to handle the situation could bring a person down terrible road of self-destruction. Nevertheless, overcoming the problem could be as simple as going to church or getting special help from somebody. Focusing on the death of someone other than your own personal life could bring a person to stress about situation causally .For
A synthesis essay draws on two or more sources and combines their ideas into a coherent whole.
I just wanted to return home and play my games. However, I knew my parents would compare my report card to my sibling's and make no hesitation in taking away my games. The sudden movement of people brought me back into the auditorium. I made no eye contact
Veil Death visits when you least expect it. It comes along with an emptiness that cannot be explained but only as a hollow hole driven through your soul. So it was when I learned about the death of my grandfather. So unexpected yet predictable because of his age and health. I lived life thinking he would eventually pass away, but not today, not that day.
I possessed selfish thoughts such as she would never see me graduate high school or college, and that was horrific for me. To see my main role model in my life to never witness my achievements and failures saddened me immensely and ultimately made me look at my future in a completely different way. This event was significantly the first moment where I realized I had to start growing up. Beyond my feelings, I had to think of my mother’s which were in my opinion, more traumatized than mine. I could never fathom the pain losing my mom would entail. The main woman role in her life, who was there since the very beginning was now gone. Just thinking about that concept alone is depressing to anyone who was close with someone their entire life and who offered them the guidance they required. I knew from this point on my mother did not have this guidance anymore, so she would depend more on her family to offer it to her since she is not the most independent person in the world. All of these thoughts and opinions were enhanced by the planning process of her funeral. It brought everyone who loved her together and somewhat showed me the insight into adult life by allowing me to see how they react to specific occurrences, and how they organize and solve these
Now I can say with confidence that I had never figured out when people suffer from the unacceptable loss of a person dear to them. For my part it used to be sympathy, solicitude. When this happened to me, when my grandmother died, I started to realize the anguish people felt when their loved ones pass away. This unbearable pain which rips you apart, it feels like a heavy stone in your heart and makes you weep each time you recall a deceased family member. Time is unlikely to soothe this pain, no matter what others say.