The day I found out that I was not graduating was in the spring from JCJC, it was a mind-blowing crush that hit me. The words echoed in my head when my adviser told me in her office and the only way I would graduate would be in the summer. I told her I understand and left her office shaken up, then I ran back to my dorm misty-eyed, and on the verge of crying. When I made it to my dorm, I called my grandmother to tell her the devastating news. When she heard what I told her, she comforted me and let me know that God is in control and I must trust in him no matter what. After we finished, I told her I understood and left to go back to my dorm. But when I got there, I was mad and on the verge of crying. I called my mother and grandmother to …show more content…
But, the week before school started back my great-grandmother died in her sleep. To top it off, she died on the fifth anniversary of Michael Jackson 's death, June 25th on a Wednesday. My mom and grandma sent word to relatives and kinfolks to plan the funeral. I was numb and could not feel anything to the point where I couldn 't eat or sleep. The next day, R&B/Soul singer Bobby Womack died. I remember playing his songs all day Friday. Then, the funeral for my Great Grandmother came on July 2nd, five days before it was time to go back to school. Everybody, including relatives, came to pay respects. My cousin, who was a minister said a few words and broke down. I was a mess, I couldn 't even look at the coffin, but I saw her face that last time. After the burial, we ate, met with relatives and went home.
July 7th finally came and it was time to finish my last class. The class went on for four weeks where I learn about the psyche of a child based on its genes and environment. Quizzes were easy and note-taking was a breeze. But, during the last 2-3 weeks, we took care of a virtual on a computer. We had to watch them grow up until age 18. We had our own families and wrote journals on them. For me, it was an unforgettable experience. I learned that it would wait a while be a while before I had kids. I dedicated the assignment to my late Great grandmother and passed the class with an
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During the four weeks I was in my last class, I told her everything that we learned from the notes to the virtual baby. Letting her know detail to detail of my baby’s progress how she was doing. In the last weeks of school, she felt surprised that I had to take care of an online version of a baby. After all that, she was happy to hear I passed the class with an A. She was joyful to hear that I can graduate on August 1st.
She insisted that “I buy my cap and gown right away and made sure I did not have any debts to pay." I follow what she asked and everything for graduation was aye okay. On graduation day, mama made me and my mom to get to the ceremony early while she 'll catch up. At the graduation, she, mama, and Isaiah watched in the closest seats to see me graduate with my friends. Where walked out on a James Brown
When I was twelve years old, a close friend of mine passed away. At first, I didn’t know how to process what was happening. How can someone I’ve known for the majority of my life be gone? But then it finally hit me. My friend was really gone. There would be no more days challenging
My life experiences thus far bring the best of both worlds to my education and career goals; a student coupled with a variety of life experiences. Being a newly graduated non-traditional student, mother of school-aged children, and experience working with students in the classroom, I bring diversity to your program. Through personal analysis and efforts with other professionals, I have overcome early childhood tragedies. Desiring to make the best use of my experiences by helping others to overcome trauma, and insecure upbringings by conquering these adversities and circumstances positively. Through my example of grit, tenacity, resilience, and perseverance, I hope to offer much to the students in my role as their mentor.
Finally, I learned how to be more responsible by myself. In my last classes, my teachers were technically always there to tell me step by step what to do and how to do my assignments. In a certain way, it made me kind of lazy and entirely dependent of my teachers. However in this course it was not like that; instead, my instructor just gave me the assignments, instructions, and deadlines, and I must write my essays and summited it on time. This absence of guide absolutely made me to react that it was time to me to do my assignments by myself, demonstrate what I know, and ask for help just whenever it is
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.
The horrible feeling of forgetting a coworker’s or an acquaintance’s name may be one of the most frustrating things a person can experience. This is a fact that many patients diagnosed with Alzheimer’s face on a reoccurring basis. Loss of memory is a common part of the aging process and is sometimes referred to as dementia. Alzheimer’s is the most common form of dementia and is not reversible in this day and age. In fact, 60 to 80 percent of dementia cases are Alzheimer’s and in 2015 more than 5.1 million cases age 65 or older were reported (Alzheimer’s Association, 2016). The most startling statistic is that by 2050, 14 million Americans and 81 million worldwide cases are expected (Wierenga & Bondi, 2011). While dementia is a part of Alzheimer’s it also affects an afflicted patient ability to perform day to day tasks, increased mood swings, and in the later stages, the ability to even walk or care for themselves. This horrible disease
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.
My freshmen year of high school I was faced with an unexpected tragedy and that was losing my mom. I was so distraught at first and didn’t even imagine myself speaking at her funeral, but as
When my uncle Kevin passed away on December the tenth, two thousand and fourteen, it was early in the morning, and I was supposed to be asleep. I had been sleeping soundly for most of the night, but I suddenly woke up and felt, sort of off. At the time I thought it strange, but I did not think anything of it until that day when I got home from school. Just like how I never realized the significance of the fact that my dad “went to work early” out of the blue that morning. But when my dad stopped the car at the top of our driveway right after I had commented that my cousins were over, I had a sick feeling of dread. He had the same look he always had when someone died; the same look he had when he told me my neighbor had been killed, and when my great grandmother had passed. This was the first time that a death had hit this close to home; it was the first one that came as such a shock.
...kinson and Shriffin model: the parallel- distributed and processing connectionistic. The parallel-distributed processing model states that information is processed simultaneously by several different parts of the memory system. Since the time of the first experiment on grouping, psychologists have consistently found that
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
As the semester comes down to an end, I have realized how much I have grown. My knowledge for play therapy was not as large as it is now. I am so thankful that I was able to be in this class and learn what I have learned. The skill set I have gained has helped me tremendously with my practice.
Forgetting is the inability to retrieve information. Forgetting occurs constantly across the human population. Since the early times psychologists have tried to determine the causes of forgetting. It is very difficult to study memory since there is no physical exam of the brain that can map memory however; we now have some theories regarding what is remembered. All we can do is measure what we can remember. Memory plays a vital role in our lives. It can dictate our feelings, emotions, and response to environment. There can never be enough studies regarding this matter. This essay will discuss the four theories of forgetting and what we can to to counteract its effects.
On the day my father died, I remember walking home from school with my cousin on a November fall day, feeling the falling leaves dropping off the trees, hitting my cold bare face. Walking into the house, I could feel the tension and knew that something had happened by the look on my grandmother’s face. As I started to head to the refrigerator, my mother told me to come, and she said that we were going to take a trip to the hospital.
As the day approached, I knew that I had just about finished what I wanted to teach. It was going to be a busy day, I had my agenda planned and was almost set. I called the church to find out how many were actually going to attend so that I would have enough materials on hand to give to everyone. I was now in for a big shock. As I was telling the owner of the training agency I work for about the outline, she was calling and letting the daycare know.
Wednesday, October 13, 2013 is a date I will never forget. On that day, time stopped for a moment. I was sixteen and only had my license for a month. I was so excited about having so much freedom, that I was driving every day, with no hesitation. I was invincible,or so I thought. This day changed my thinking completely. What started out as a normal day, quickly turned into one that was very different from any other. I had just gotten out of cheer practice and was on my way home. On the way, I realized that I needed gas, so I decided to go through South Carolina, since they have the lowest gas prices. It was not out of the way, so to say. It was just another rout home. It was not the first time I had taken this way, but, it was definitely the last.