...This letter is for my request of reenrollment with Stanbridge University. My name is Lynne Yvette Nery and I was a student in COHORT 16 in the Occupational Therapy Assistant Program. I was dismissed on July 26, 2017 for Academic Dishonesty regarding my fieldwork analysis paper. By means of Academic Dishonesty I plagiarized my assignment. I wish I could claim this were an error on my part, I knew at the time that what I was doing was wrong. But I continued to plagiarize my work and took no action to correct what I did. The only failing was in my ethical judgement and for that all I can do is apologize. It was wrong of me to use work from another person without permission and attribution. I especially wish to apologize to my fieldwork instructor Mrs. Nancy as I misled her by turning in that work as my own. She expected a well written assignment with honesty from me but I let her down. I understand my behavior was disappointing and I deeply regret my actions. What I did was wrong and there is no excuse for it....
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... but I am proudest of my growth in Science. Throughout MS I had trouble with the subject, and I think Grade 8 was the year I showed a lot of improvement through hard work and a more positive perspective towards the subject. I had a lot of fun in Music and Math as well, as they were two subjects I loved and was great at. Personally and socially, I learned a couple new things. I think I have become a more confident student in presentations and during class discussions, as in previous years I didn’t get as involved as much. I feel like I have developed some strong bonds in my current tutor group by encouraging and learning with each other. In life skills, I learned to keep my boundaries in relationships and be careful in everything I did in a relationship. In service, I was involved in a global concern called ‘Lavalla’, which helps physically disabled...
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...When I was little, I hated crayons. I prided myself on my superior fine motor skills. I always colored inside the lines, and cut paper perfectly along the thick black outlines even if I took twice as long. I always had neat, legible handwriting that all the other first graders envied (or so I thought). Crayons, to my six-year-old mind, symbolized everything that was wrong with the world. The color was always lumpy and uneven, so it was virtually impossible to color completely inside the lines. Crayons smelled like burning cardboard mixed with old potpourri, and broke too easily. I could never sharpen them, even with a special crayon sharpener, so they were as nice as when they'd first come out of the box. After I used a crayon once, the point would become rounded, defective. Eventually, the paper wrapping would slide off or the crayon would get so short I would have to tear away the label. The crayon wasn't perfect anymore. It was ratty. Blunt. Short. Ugly. Ten years later, I still have something of a profound preoccupation with perfection. Recently I was making a birthday card for a friend. It was beautiful - I had cut out flowers from construction paper and pasted them on. I meticulously outlined each flower with glitter glue and drew "Happy Birthday," braving the brain-cell-slaughtering odor of a Sharpie marker. After cutting the words out, I pasted them onto the front of the card and outlined them in glitter glue. The card sparkled under the lamplight and the flowers...
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...writers to create unique heroic figures in their fantasy stories and action movies? Is it from their own imagination or is from what they see in real life, plus a little of their imagination? Well it is certainly what they see in real life and their imagination. However, it is reasonable to say those writers have used too much of their imagination, to communicate through a piece of writing or film, of what a true hero is and does. The excessive usage of imagination gets to a point where many of us are deceived by those well developed stories into only thinking that people who deserve status as heroes are only brave and save lives, and that is certainly not true. But the real truth is, true heroes are aware of how they impact others,...
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...that confident. I know I am not smart. I read people much better than books. I never have the words to explain my feelings. I'm only as funny as I feel. and I do not think I'm pretty. I tend to think up convocations in my head before even having them and get annoyed when they don’t go how I planned. I sometimes walk with my head down. I think horrible things about people. I'm not as nice as I'd like to be or as innocent as you'd think I am. I mostly speak before thinking. I confuse myself more times then what I do speak. I'm a big dreamer with little motivation. I'm really bad at making choices for myself. I am really no good at all on my own. and I don't understand how anyone could ever be the same. I hate being alone, but sometimes it feels like that’s all I am (lonely) People seem to hear what I have to say but never really listen. I find my mind to be a beautiful thing but then again it can drive me crazy. I never was good enough like I was disappointing people in anything I did or said. I have never completed anything big in my life, I think that it will be forgotten once I do it so what's the point. I think more about my past or future then what I do living in the moment. I fear things more then what I would lead on. I feel the need to make things perfect but after trying for so long I don’t really care. I have always wanted my life to be like a movie. I like the idea of doing things more then I like to actually doing it. I have audio short...
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...The Reason Why I Started To Eat Carrots It is Sunday afternoon; I’m hungry and I can’t take off my mind the carrot cake that I eat each year on my birthday. I’m gazing at the splendid vista that my huge picture window offers. It is winter now, and as far I can see, there is no green anywhere in the woods, only the desolate gray that is scattered among the crunchy branches, the dead frozen grass that doesn’t lure the deer to come by and say hi to the window. But here I am, the time is passing, and I have the feeling of being part of a movie playing in slow motion, one that shows my life passing by in front of my eyes, and I can’t touch it. Walking with my head down, suddenly, a sparkle of light on the ground calls my attention; it is a distortion of the sun that deceives me with a fractured hint of a gem that becomes the most important thing to me for the next three seconds. It is a leaf. Here is when the shining leaf took me back to a big moment, that moment in the past that everyone remembers once in a while. Those memories that transport us back to times of happiness. The shining leaf I had rescued has the same brown glazed color of a carrot cake. Those memories are ‘messing’ in my head, just to cause my emotions to emerge. Was this weird or just coincidence? The golden brown color in a carrot cake is the only thing I can think about right now. Yeah, life gives surprises and on this occasion it gives me a trip to the past. I was just five years old. The memories come back...
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...In the novel Tangerine by Edward Bloor Paul feels very relieved and proud of himself for all of the adventures and obstacles he overcame at the end of part two. These weren't just everyday obstacles that overcame. He faced some life threatening situations that helped him see the world differently. He accomplished many problems such as being able to play soccer again and keep his career going. But there are still some not yet solved situations such as his messed up relationship with his former best friend. Paul accomplished many problems during his spectacular journey. At the beginning of part two Paul transferred to Tangerine Middle from Lake Windsor Middle for a second chance at a new life and as Paul says in the novel,” The heavens had...
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...school, I had no intentions of playing football. My friends who played pop warner had always urged me to play but I always decided to play baseball. One day towards the end of 8th grade I made the decision to play football. I remember the first day of weights during the summer, I was so nervous I almost felt sick. I knew a select few of people but had no idea how much I was about to change my life. When everyone reported that first day, we started off by lining up and taking attendance. I recall as I was standing there, an older burley man walked up and began to walk slowly past each one of us. It almost seemed as he was examining us like we were the “fresh meat”. As he walked by me, he looked me up and down, slapped my shoulder and kept walking. I thought to myself, damn, what have I gotten myself into. Once roll was finished, almost instantaneously this man began yelling in such a deep voice. He was running around asking how bad we wanted to be there and telling us how he was going to break us. Mid-sentence, he just flat out stopped. He cracked a grin while looking at each of us and said “ Guys, I’M KIDDING! My name is coach Hare and I will be your freshman football coach.” I will always remember that moment of relief when he said he was joking. Coach Hare after that become one of my idols. He epitomized how football coaches should conduct themselves. Throughout my four years playing football in high school, Coach Hare was my favorite coach. He knew when it was appropriate to...
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...have blue eyes and hair so blonde that I can dye it different colors. I have seen through my life how white people are more appreciated than Hispanics are. It made me ashamed to be a Hispanic when I was little. I told my mom one day that I didn’t want to be identified as a Mexican. I remembered her angry face when I said that. She yelled at me saying you can’t change who you are. Today, I realized that was wrong to say that to myself. How can a little girl like myself say that or even think it? Society is affecting the way we are thinking about ourselves and how we view others. Society makes Hispanics seem like they are low income, uneducated and criminals. In reality, we are just like everyone...
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...religion but more of a philosophy or a way of life. To better comprehend Buddhism, “the Buddha once told the story of the blind men and the elephant” (pg.1). The purpose of the story was emphasize the complexity of Buddhism. That it shouldn’t be generalized based on any single part of it. The other purpose of the story told “is that there are many kinds of blindness” (pg.2). This was to raise awareness that our minds have a great influence on what we want to see. Ultimately, to attempt to define Buddhism is almost impossible because arguments can be raised from any stand point of view. The Buddha was a prince born in modern day Nepal, around 566 BC in what was known then as the Terai lowlands. His birth name was Siddhattha Gotama. His first 29 years of life were lived in full commodities and luxuries. He had never been exposed to the many peasant issues such as: poverty, sickness, famine, and death. He came to the realization that happiness could not be purchased nor held in simple materialistic things. Money does not guarantee happiness. “He was thunderstruck by the discovery of old age and ordered his charioteer to return immediately to the palace where he reflected upon what it meant to grow old”” (pg. 22) Just like Buddha I can relate to his awakening when I was 20 years old I was involved in gang activity. I was foolish to think that I was invincible. One afternoon I was outside my apartment complex fixing my car, my cousin Cabbage and friend Wizzle were helping me...
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...Rivera 1 Rivera 1 Paola Rivera Wld Lit O Ms. Ziemlak Monday, November 28, 2011 Angela’s Ashes Questions: 1. I liked Angela’s Ashes a lot; I thought it was a very powerful literary text. The moment when Frank says, “ Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is a miserable Irish Catholic childhood” (6). At this moment I immediately could recognize that Angela’s Ashes was going to be an emotional memoir of the author’s life. I enjoyed the fact that this was a bildungsroman novel, meaning it was a coming-of-age novel. In being this type of novel we see how Frank evolves from a naïve boy into a man who is surely to prove nothing like his father. 2. Through the novel, I was able to identify the following themes: Drinking in Irish culture, Hunger and Food, Antagonism between Presbyterians vs. Catholics, Poverty, and Honor. Drinking in Irish culture, is seen as a way to escape the hardships of Irish life, Frank’s father uses this as an excuse to keep drinking, and he is also motivated by others to do so. Hunger and the value of food is one of the most important themes, given that a lot of the suffering the McCourt’s have to go through id the scarcity of food. Since their dad is an alcoholic who can’t keep a job, the kids usually suffered from sever hunger all the time, their dad would rather spend the little money he earned on a pint, and what was left was used on cigarettes for him and Angela. The Antagonism between...
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...Leadership Maturity and Candor On Becoming a Leader, is quite an easy read, as it is relevant to my life experiences, and especially my leadership career. After reading the book, I now understand why this book is a classic. This is because it touches on so many aspects of my daily life. I appreciated the author making it such a relevant read, reader friendly to even the most unsophisticated of readers. To help explain and explore what stood out I will review the paragraph that stood out for me. Secondly, my life experiences juxtaposed to my understanding of the book, and finally discuss why this paragraph stood out for me. It was quite a difficult task choosing a paragraph, but eventually found myself recalling Candor and Maturity throughout my reading. The author talks about many leadership qualities, but seems to touch on Condor and the relation to good leadership. Condor is an interesting word that I have associated with leadership, but never on this scale “Candor is the key to self knowledge” (Bennis, 2009, pg. 34). This very simple sentence carried a lot of weight of my understanding of leadership. Dr. Bennis moved on to discuss maturity of leadership, by writing; “Maturity is important to a leader because leading is not simply showing the way or issuing orders. Every leader needs to have experienced and grown through following- learning to be dedicated, observant, capable of working with and learning from others, never servile, always truth-full. Having...
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...a social worker and to help me to narrow down my career decision in the future. The most valuable thing I have gained working in a youth employment environment is learning what career path I will take. This has come from all the knowledge and practical skills I have picked up. This opportunity has also helped highlight that I am not the only one feeling lost when it comes to marking career decisions. As a result, I now have a better understanding of the working world. During the placement period, the biggest amount of support was from the classmates. We shared the experiences and gave support to each other. Last week, I saw a Facebook status from my classmate and it was about her placement work. She said she felt sad and distressed about her case. As a result, I came up with a question in mind “is it good or not for a social worker to be affected by clients’ situation?”. I am not sure actually. My friends described me as a stone because I didn’t show any interest in anything. This is sad but true, it seemed I did not wish for many things in life. I was never addicted to any toys, games, TV dramas and so on from childhood to now. Sometimes, when my friends are jumping and screeching for some interesting things, I never showed much interest. People will say that a personality with mine is good because I will not be easily influenced by others’ emotions and experiences. However, I feel powerless and helpless to my personality in some situations. When a friend...
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...without? I think about this every single time I spend time with my little cousin Jolie who is deaf. I contemplate to myself how it is that she copes and manages? When will she realize she is different? Is it when she sits in school surrounded by her classmates who are able to sing the little hymns to learn their alphabet? Or is it when she has to place a massive hearing aid in her ear every morning before class? The sad truth is she was never given a choice in the matter of her hearing. She will always be considered as one of the “unlucky” ones! If I had the choice I would not allow her to maneuver this uphill battle alone. Choosing which of the five senses to give up would be a fairly easy choice for me. I derive at my perspective rather from what I would keep for my sacrifice as opposed to what I would give up. Undoubtedly I would give up my sense of hearing. For me personally, giving up my hearing would be the most logical decision. In addition, rumor has it that when you lose one sense the other senses become heightened. Sight plays into a large part of my life. I consider myself to be an aspiring artist, and giving up my vision would render me unable to fulfill my dreams. I not only consider myself to be an artist more specifically, a “visual” artist. If I were to give up that one outlet in my life it would be devastating as well as disappointing. Not only would I be unable to express myself through my...
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...cannot be too careful when you travel abroad these days. 4. They shaked their head when they heard the news. - They shake their heads when they heard the news. 5. They gone to see the latest Harry Potter film, but it was very disappointment. - They went to see the latest Harry Potter film, but it was very disappointing. 6. All the islanders greets us very enthusiastic. - All the islanders greet us very enthusiastically. 7. This is the building there has a monument at the front. - This is the building that has a monument in the front. 8. The baby cry constantly and will not be comfortet. - The baby cries constantly and will not be comforted. 9. Who’s side are you on? - Who is the side are you on? 10. Northern Lights is a popular book who where written by Philip Pullman. - Northern Lights is a popular book that was written by Philip Pullman. Opgave B 11. He asked me if I could come. (om) 12. It rains a lot because the temperatures are rising globally. (fordi) 13. If you do your homework, you are sure to get good grades. (hvis) 14. We used to watch TV while my brother was cleaning the house. (mens) 15. My uncle hates spending money although he is very rich. (skønt) 16. When I was younger, we used to go to the beach every Sunday. (da) Opgave C 1. The carpenter measured out the kitchen floor. - measures 2. They ran to the train station in the rain. - run 3. The police searched for the thief. - search ...
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