February 11th, 1996, in the localized town of Spencer, West Virginia, a baby girl was brought into this world. Unaware of how cruel and vindictive the world truly is, she started her journey. Twenty-years later, here I am still trying to apprehend where I fit into this life. My family is of ample size, and most would consider us in the lower class. Throughout my adolescent years, my family relocated quite frequently. Over several years, I finally got interested in our history and government; Only then was I able to review the events in my short time here and genuinely materialize the effects they had on me. My childhood was spent regularly moving around in West Virginia and, for a brief time, Virginia. …show more content…
I have gained a basic knowledge of the United States’ history, but I cannot tell you where I was or what grade I was in. While in Virginia, I attended Woodrow Wilson Middle School. Out of all of the schools I can remember, this has and always will be my favorite. The education level was so advanced than what I was used to; I learned how to play the violin, took a civil liberties class, and was able to easily further my education. Sadly, something came up and we relocated back to West Virginia where I met my new stepfather …show more content…
During this busy time, Mark was my lifeline; he was always there to explain how things worked and to help me in history courses. During senior year I met my current fiancé, Brentton, a pipeliner; I moved in with him shortly after graduation. I jumped straight into college, quit one of my jobs (IGA), and moved to Ohio with Brentton. I was driving two hours each way to college and work; By the time I was through my first semester, I had exhausted my body both physically and mentally to the point I could no longer do anything. The duration of the next year was spent in a new town in Ohio working a new job (Clendening Marina). After a year off my path, I had to get back on track; My internal desire to succeed in life could not stand another day of procrastination. Consequently, we relocated to Texas and I needed to find a new college. No matter where I went, it was always a small community. My family never really contributed to the town because they knew we would not be there long enough to see any outcomes. The first time I contributed to society was while I was living in Virginia; My science teacher assisted me in donating homemade pies to the elderly, as well as donating basic supplies to the local homeless and less fortunate. I continue to view this as my opportunity to give back to society for all
Upon searching for someone native to the Appalachian culture, I finally met a young woman by the name of Roselie Mable. Roselie was born March 9, 1935, in Pocahontas county, West Virginia. During my interview I asked her a numerous of questions which ranged from your typical "Where are you from?" "When were you born?" "What was your profession?" Etc. But there was one Question and answer that really sparked my interest. During the interview I asked Mrs. Mable "What brought you away from your home town?" And to my surprise opened up an interesting tale.
Over the course of this class I feel like I have become a much better writer. When I go back and look at some of my Journal entries and assignments that I did at the beginning of the semester, I can’t help but tense up at some of the things I wrote. Sometimes the things I was writing didn’t flow well, or I might have even have missed glaring grammar mistakes.
Over the past year I have grown as both a person and a writer. My writing has improved
Growing up in a predominantly white neighborhood as a kid sanctioned me to perpetually become aware that I was different from my neighbors. Through some social interactions with my friends in elementary schools, I quickly descried that my appearances, such as my hair, eyes, and nose was different from my peers. For instance, my hair was a lot darker than most of my peers’ hair and the texture of my hair was different from most of them. “Grow out your hair” were phrases that lingered throughout my childhood days, where I had my hair at a very short length. Throughout my childhood, I longed to try to be a part of the dominant group in society such as the Caucasians, but I did not do anything to be a part of the bigger group in society. Instead,
As a second language learner I have never expected myself to be a perfect writer throughout the semester. Even If English was my first language still, I would not be a perfect writer. It is not about first or second language, it is about how well I understand the learning objectives. Then organizing and writing with my own ideas and putting them in my paper. I am going to be honest, I am not good at English subject and English subject is my strongest weakness than the other subjects. In this paper I will discuss and analyze my own writing, reflecting on the ways that my writing has improved throughout the semester.
Ever since I started talking this class, English 1301, with Dr. Piercy, I have been able to expand my writing and thinking skills. Not only was I able to make more better essays but I also learned important topics such as how education creates an impact in the world. In this essay I will be talking about three writings and how they are related to this course semester. The three writings are “On Bullshit” by Harry Frankfurt, “Why I Write Bad” by Milo Beckman,and “Statement of Teaching Philosophy” by Stephen Booth. How are these 3 writings related to this semester’s course work?
The topic of what happens to those that have, "never heard the good news of Jesus Christ" weighs extremely heavy on my heart. I work with Atheist, Muslim, Hindu and Pluralist in the technology field. Frequently I am attacked just for being a Christian. For a while it was scary to know that I have become a minority in my own country. Some how each time I am attacked I love these guys that much more. My Hindu friend really knew nothing about Jesus before he met me. At lunch one day he asked me about Christianity and I was able to share with him the good news. But for some reason he rebeled and believes the Bible is, "the greatest book of fiction ever created." If not for the revelation God provided about His Word in my second year of Bible school, I probably would be a pluralist myself. I really want everyone I share Jesus with to go to heaven and it use to be tempting to think God might make an exception. However, there is only
When I scheduled the class Persuasive Communications, I had no particular interest in the subject matter; I just needed to finish the general education requirement for a second writing course. It fit my schedule and sounded reasonably interesting, but I did not think I would gain much from it. It was a general education class after all, and would not be very high on my priority list. Now that the semester is almost over and the class work is complete (albeit after this paper), I feel as if I gained a lot from this class. The class’s main objective was to expand our skills as writers, but it served in teaching us many other things that hold value in our education and future careers.
August 2, 1998, at 11:20 PM, was the day my mom birthed me. I was born in Loma Linda, California, and had lived in a couple towns in that state. I think it was because my sister had been getting suspended at the schools she had gone to. Now that I think about it, we weren’t moving around in just California but pretty much anywhere along the south boarder of the United States. You name any place and I’ve probably lived or visit there once.
The next two years went by relatively quick, I don’t really remember much. I do however remember two teachers that helped me get through my sophomore year. One teacher that made a lasting impact was my History teacher Mr. Duarte...
The clock reads 5:15 p.m. as I walk out the Ruston residence hall doors. I head towards the David L. Rice library, which is about a ten-minute walk from my dorm. As the sliding doors open, the strong aroma of coffee fills the air. I walk past the line at Starbucks and descend down the first flight of stairs. I turn left down the second hallway and enter room 0021. The pale, cream walls and clean whiteboard make the room appear brighter than it really is. Lovely, smiling faces welcome me as I sit down at the desk closest to the door. The clock now reads 5:30 p.m. It’s time to rebuild my faith and connect on a personal level with my fellow small group members.
Violence is an inherent part of human nature and American society is not exempt from this basic instinct. American land was settled with violence; the American colonies formed through violent acts; the United States of America was founded with violence; and we continue our independence through the violence of warfare. Violence is found in every aspect of life from entertainment to war. As a civilized society we try to counter-act our violent nature, but it remains at the core of our existence.
I was not that active or as involve in the class, but I like many activities that happened in class. There were different activities or communicative practices that has help me get through this class. I love to write, but writing class was never my favorite. The reason is I don’t like formal writing, writing that require a lot of researching and a long period of time, or a lot of requirements. This class did require me to write quite a lot. There are writing that I would never want to write because I don’t think that I’m that good at writing. I always feel pressure when I see a writing assignment because it always seem like there are a lot, and there are a lot of different requirements. So when I saw this class on my schedule, I was very stressful.
Throughout life people constantly learn new things about themselves and the world around them that shape their beliefs and how they view life. For some, these views with a better education or better book knowledge. Others have these life-changing events through experience and self-reflections. But the beliefs don’t have to major, they can be as small as changing their favorite food, or as big as changing their religion or sexuality.
Each generation throughout the span of time has defining characteristics, from the Baby Boomers to the Millennials, we each have experienced different things that shaped who we are. How different the world would be without televisions, computers, or even cell phones and we still relied on the radio to transmit information? While change has been necessary to keep up with cultural and social demands, it is always important to reflect on everything that has happened to each generation to get society to where it is today. Paugh History Hall in the Museum of the Rockies reminded me of just that.