Exposition: I had a thrilling experience from when I learned how to ride a four wheeler.
Action and Supporting Details 1: I was seven years old, learning how to ride a bike. I could see the long dirt road ahead of me. I carefully turned on the four wheeler carefully trying not to mess it up. I got on it and started to drive it. My parents didn't know that I was riding all by myself.
Action and Supporting Details 2: I could feel the damp air hitting my face while I was driving. I could see the mud slowly sticking to the tires. I could see the trees pass by me quickly and calmly. I could feel myself going faster and faster.I felt myself going way to fast so I had to think of something, so I quickly started to slow down and pressed the break.
My car slows as it approaches a stoplight. I take this opportunity to allow my mind to become engulfed with my surroundings: the bright fierce red of the traffic light, the brilliant blue sky with its specs clouds, and the mass of hurried people. The four corners of the intersection are filled with people who are preoccupied with their fast-paced lives to notice the little things, such as animals and anxious cars awaiting the traffic light. My thoughts vigorously put all of the information that my mind has gathered from the intersection to order.
When I was working at long term care, I was being a part of an incident which gave me a life time lesson. I was taking care of ninety-nine years old lady Mrs.Chang. I was assisting Mrs. Chang in transferring from bed to wheelchair. I feel Mrs. Chang physically so weak so I need someone’s sustenance. I was looking for someone and I saw a nurse in next resident’s room who was dressing a wound of resident Mr. Roger. I call the nurse to give me a hand. She rushes into Mrs.Chang room without washing her hand or using hand sanitizer to assist me in transfer. I was jolted for a moment and couldn’t say anything to the nurse. Then I felt it was too late to say anything to the nurse.
I will be discussing about my reflection on the Six Week Group Content/Intervention Mid-term project and my internship. The assignment is on Psychoeducational and Counseling Groups for adolescents who are encountering dating violence from their partner. I will be discussing the paper and the critical knowledge that I obtained after completing the assignment.
On that note, I shifted my truck into reverse and vacated the parking lot of the college I was dual-enrolled at. The thirty minute ride to my high school could not be over soon enough, as my destiny for the upcoming summer was at stake. The multitude of emotions I experienced on the seemingly endless car ride overcame me as my speedometer pushed the speed limit. Feelings of nervousness, excitement, optimism, courage, and anxiety crept into my mind.
In the story, “The G Ride” provides a learning experience, order, and how his stories are wired. This story is written by Francisco. People are able to learn from their stories. “Stories are a great way of learning from others, and can help shape cultures within business” (“The Power of Storytelling”). In this story Francisco, learns how to take care of his mom and to take care of her mistakes and make them his own. When writing a story,
The attention stage, challenged me to obtain my audience’s focus; for this step I thought a personal story was perfect to get my audience to relate with my speech, a short narrative about my childhood would allow me to do that since I narrated a common situation in anyone’s life that could also bring memories to the audience, by doing this the listeners would be more engaged with my presentation.
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
Therapy Analysis The purpose of this paper is to examine the efficacy of my work as a co-therapist during the fifth session with the simulated couple Katy and Michelle. I will discuss our therapy agenda and the goals we hope to attain during the session. It is prudent to begin by giving a brief outline of the couple’s present problem and the patterns of dysfunction that I have identified within their relationship. In my opinion, it is the therapist’s job to recognize patterns and behaviors that disrupt the intimate bond between the partners.
My experience in mental health clinical was very different from any other clinical I had before. In a mental health clinical setting, I am not only treating client’s mental illnesses, I am also treating their medical problems such as COPD, diabetes, chronic renal failure, etc. Therefore, it is important to prepare for the unexpected events. In this mental health clinical, I learned that the importance of checking on my clients and making sure that they are doing fine by performing a quick head-to toes assessment at the beginning of my shift. I had also learned that client’s mental health illness had a huge impact on their current medical illness.
My dad led me out the door to the front yard where my bike was propped up on its kickstand. I waited patiently as my dad took the training wheels off and set them to the side. Seeing my bike standing there with no training wheels made the bike appear intimidating, for I had
As I walked out the doors into the blistering cold air. I saw my mom parked along the sidewalk. Onced I had walked to the car my mom saw the smile on my face. As soon
As I gradually make my way through this semester, I have come to realize that I am called to go into Psychology. I love watching people and trying to figure out why they act the way that they do. I, also, love knowing that I have finally figured out what careers I want to pursue. I want to become either a clinical or counseling psychologist, which both have the same requirements for everything – majors , classes, ect. So, I do not have to decide right off the bat on which career I want to pursue. Since I am planning on majoring in Psychology, I decide to do some research on my own, as well as go to a major’s fair hosted at the IU Southeast campus.
In this psychology class, I have learned about the different types of psychology. Before this class I always thought psychology was only the study of emotions. Later in the class I learned00 that psychology can be the study of the brain, emotions, disorders, and many others. Since I took this class I don’t understand how many people can get a psychologist and psychiatrist confused. A psychologist can have a Ph.D. or a Ed.D. A psychologists can be broken down into two categories such as research and clinical. Research psychologists study human behavior and could work for a wider range of employers. A clinical psychologist may work with patients who are mentally or emotionally disturbed. A psychiatrist is basically someone that is a doctor, they
One aspect I found striking was the role of advice giving in counseling. Prior to this class, I knew that counselors did not typically give opinions or advice to lead a client in a certain direction. What I did not know was the entire reasoning behind this. A counselor might avoid giving advice so that a client learns to make his/her own decisions, does not become dependent on the counselor, and to ensure that a client will not later blame the counselor if the counselor’s advice did not turn out well. In this context, I have a better appreciation and understanding of why therapists refrain from telling the client what to do.
The sound of the wheels from a skateboard on the pavement rattles my head. The only thing stopping the pounding noise was the slight breeze of air that flew through cooling down all the noise. Blowing through the blue curls in my hair the wind covered my ears. No worries could reach me in this moment. The excitement to get to the library kept me flying down the road. I could already imagine the smell in the air of old paperback books enveloping my nose. Getting to run my fingers over new books hard spines that hold the forever stories together.