...after I graduate UHD in the fall. I felt that this study would not only be beneficial for me when I go of to graduate school but for other individuals seeking higher education. Since I am fully online student and do not interact with people other then my co-workers and my family I used my sister as the volunteer for this experiment. My sister is currently working on her doctorial dissertation, in library sciences. She has already figured out what she is basing her research in but she is having issues focusing and staying motivated while doing her work. She received a full-ride, which allows...
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...a person is learning by watching others. This is the easiest way for me to learn. Some examples in which observational learning has benefited me in my life is watching my high school math teacher solve a problem on the chalk board, watching my father showing my husband and myself how to put our hardwood floors in our house, and watching excel videos in my business class taught me about working with excel. The only instances in which observation learning has worked to my disadvantage would be when I was a child. There were times when I did something because my friends did it and then I would get in trouble with my parents. I can’t recall any specific times but I watch it every day between my 14 month old son and my two and a half year old baby sister. My baby sister will scream if she doesn’t get her way and now my son has started doing it and also, whenever he sees her hit someone, he will hit someone. This has become a disadvantage to me because these are not things that I would like my child to do. 5.If I was an eyewitness to a crime, I would use information in this chapter to improve your memory for specific details. When dealing with my short-term memory, I would use the chunking method to categorize information to help me remember them better. In daily life I use maintenance rehearsal to remember things so this would be no different in this crime. Maintenance rehearsal is repeating the information so I would keep going over what happened in my head to make sure I remembered...
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...is how my friends describe me. I am Felia Cristina S. Rendor, but everyone calls me Ia. I was born November 26, 1995 in Mandaluyong city, Philippines at exactly 3:05 am. I currently lived in Kapitolyo, Pasig city. My parents named me after a saint, thus the name Felia and I was born during the feast of Christ the king, thus the name Cristina. I have a sister that is a year older than me and I had a younger sister. Unfortunately, my younger sister died 11 days after she was born. St. Paul College Pasig became my second home. I studied there for 13 years and finally bid goodbye last 2013. It was hard for me to let go of the school because I had so many memories there. That is where I met my best friends, learned different things, built my self-confidence, and experienced being competitive during intrams or school competitions. Basically, I was okay extending my years there to the point that I would still visit the school and go to school fairs even though I was already in college. Time passed by and I realized that it is my time to venture into new things and get ready for the real world. Now, I am a third year student in the University of Asia and The pacific taking up Business Management. I met new friends, joined different organizations, and still exploring my capabilities. My teenage years were quite boring. I didn’t like going to parties. I am not the type of person who goes clubbing on a Friday night and meeting new people. I just like staying at home; watching series...
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...Love: I first noticed something wasn’t right while watching television with my brother and sister about five years ago. We all heard loud noises coming from my parent’s room thumbing, bangs, yelling, and screaming. My sister Jasmine runs upstairs into my parent’s room. My brother Joseph and I follow her lead. When I came upstairs to where my parents were I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My father was on the ground and my mother on top of my father punching him in the face and upper body. I stood motionless in my parent’s doorway. Watching my father trying to defend himself and my mother putting anger in every punch. All I could do was burst into tears. My sister immediately ran to break up the fight. My mother was still yelling and swearing at my father. My sister looks at my brother who is standing next to me staring in amazement and yells “JOE ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME!” What was once a light flow of tears became a heavy flood. It was such a huge night for me because I had always thought my parents were madly in love and that their relationship was perfect. I would always listen to my friends talk about their parents being divorced and the struggle with having to go back and forth to houses and how they missed having a family. I would brag Savage 2 about it “well my parents are still together!” Everyone in the room who...
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...out. My window in the corner of the room shined light right at me, which caused me to roll over and wake up. I could smell the cooking of sausage, eggs, Cicinnamon rolls and bacon in the kitchen. The loud voices of my sibilings and parents in the living room. It was just before 7:00 a.m., I rolled over got dressed and headed to the table where I ate the delicious bacon and egg burritos. My sister Amanda and Madisyn were sitting next to me, my father was at the front of the table, and my mother was sitting at the end.My brother RJ phone rang and he got a call from his friends to take the boat out that day, and Madisyn decided to join in on the adventure to Saquaro lake.. After breakfeast, myself and Amanda got dressed, and we headed to church. We got there just before 8:45 am, and 9:00 A.M. is when service started. My sister Amanda was a Worship Teacher, so I decided to join her in the classroom.The theme of the day was “Noah’s Ark”. We created a wood boat and then we used different animals to put on the boat, and we put it in a water to reinact the misson of Noahs Ark. I helped one student with creating the visual aid, and helped her build her boat. Church concluded around 11:30 and we went to lunch as a family as we normally do after church. We decided lunch at Fuddruckers was the place to go. Fudruckers is located pretty close to the mall where we could shop and eat lunch. My mother, father, Amanda, and I just sat down for lunch.As I was ordering, I was watching people...
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...Mother’s Day is one of my favorite holidays because it’s a special day to honor my role model and best friend. As I’m counting the days until I finally get to be a mother, I’m a bit nervous and anxious but also excited knowing that I learned from the very best. My mom is a strong and ambitious career woman that despite her busy schedule and the millions of things she has going on, she still manages to put family first and continues to look out for us every day. Motherhood is a gift and I know after watching my mom do it, it’s not easy especially when trying to balance a career. I’m honored to follow in her footsteps and make her proud like I am of her. Kourtney, my sister, best friend, and mentor has also taught me so much about motherhood from being the most incredible mom to Mason and Penelope. She is super woman with her ability to effortlessly balance work with taking care of two amazing kids and I am so lucky to have her as my guide and confidant as I too become a mother. And also my wonderful grandma MJ, such a strong and inspirational woman in my life! I love you so much! Make sure to tell your mom how much you appreciate her, not just on Mother’s Day but often. We love our mommas! To all the expecting moms and moms out there, have a blessed day! XoMother’s Day is one of my favorite holidays because it’s a special day to honor my role model and best friend. As I’m counting the days until I finally get to be a mother, I’m a bit nervous and anxious but also excited...
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...I gently closed my door while saying goodnight to my parents and sister. As exhausted as I was after a gruesome time at practice it was time for me to go to bed. Within three minutes I had my pajamas on and was tucked in bed. After what seemed like 15 minutes, I finally dozed off into a deep sleep. About every two week we traveled from North Carolina to South Carolina to visit and take care of my grandmother. My grandma is about 70 years old now and is practically unable to care for herself like she used to, so all six of her children took turns to help take care of her. At this point of time my sister and I were not in school so it was very convenient when it was my mom’s turn to take care of her mom. Finally, after a long three hour drive in a car we arrived at my grandma’s house. My mom, sister, and I hopped out of the car, grabbed our suitcases, and walked inside to see my grandmother on her recliner watching our favorite show, WWE. This was something my grandma and I had always bonded over. So after I sat my suitcase in the room, I went to the living room where she was sitting to watch television with her. Eventually, day started to turn into night so my sister and I helped my grandmother to bed because she was heavyset and sometimes refused to walk. My mom keeps telling her to walk because if she did not it was...
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...strife with strong love for a girl, Magnan’s sister that his friend knows after seeing her countless times while he lies wait in the shadow behind the curtains of his room silently watching until she comes out so he could chase after her. This urgent lust has begun to cast a darkness upon the narrator, causing a shift in behavior all towards the achievement of being with Magnan’s sister. Throughout James Joyce’s Araby, an image appears of contrasting black and white where an object is surrounded by a blinding light that the subject is only outlined and what lies within is unknown, and this obsessive secrecy has caused the narrator to become flawed by the belief that Magnan’s sister is real to which in the end he is casted down by his own inner imaginative evil. An image of a blackened figure caused by the flooding exterior light gives the aspect of how that all is seen or known is this outlined exterior and nothing can be said about what lies inside the lines cast between worlds. The narrator, a young boy, is hiding amongst the shadows for a glimpse of a girl that lives across the street. It is never told why the narrator has found a sudden interest in this girl other than her looks have given thought, which gives it all the more a sense of peculiarity as the narrator continues to seek her out every night when she comes home and every morning “…watching her door. The blinds was pulled down…so that I could not be seen. When she came out, my heart leaped, I ran to...
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...My childhood I grew up at small town in Korea. My family is consist of my dad, my mom, three older sisters and me. I remember my childhood was happy. I spent time with my sisters and they took care of me well. Especially My third sister was very close to me. Wherever she went, she used to hang me out together. My family is kind of big family in my country. At that time I didn’t like it but now I realize it made my childhood abundant. I liked reading book a lot. My sister said in her memory I was reading all the time. I liked specially novel. My mom bought me the series of world literature. I read whole the books. And I also liked imagining about the story that I read. One day, I was reading ‘Gone with the wind’. I stopped it and went to the restroom. After that I went to living room. My family was watching TV. I told them “Why did you turn the TV channel?” they didn’t understand what I was saying because they were watching the same show for 30 minutes. I was realized it was not TV. It was my book. Sometimes I was confused between real life and story life. And I said to my friends book story like my real life. So maybe they could think I was a liar. My home town was so small and there was not special. I think that is why I liked book a lot because I could go all over the world and all generations. When I was 15, I went to high school in other area. So I had to leave home. My mom and dad were so sad. But. I came from Korea. I came to America last year for teaching Korean...
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...After reading both articles in this week’s reading assignments I have to say that I liked the second article by Hunter Thompson better, it not only kept my attention more, but it was relatable. The author provided a real look into how Americans felt the days following the worst day in America. The author provides a powerful narrative on how his day started out normal just like every other american did, however, the events that played out on TV quickly changed that. In fact, I conclude that those events quickly changed us all. It brings me back to the events of the day and I can say that living in the United States I remember 9/11/2001 like it was yesterday. Like many Americans, I can and always will, remember where I was and what I was doing...
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...Crimes of the Heart was set in 1970’s Mississippi in the kitchen of the Magrath household. Lenny Magrath, the oldest of three sisters, provides care for their ailing grandfather, but neglects herself. The middle sister, Meg, left the small Mississippi town to pursue a singing career in California, but was institutionalized in a psychiatric ward. The youngest sister, Babe, married a lawyer and state senator in their town, but is abused in the relationship. When the play begins, Babe is in jail after attempting to kill her husband, Zachary. Lenny is trying to get Babe out of jail, and Meg is returning from California. The sisters are reunited and they bond over the tragic death of their mother, but have disagreements due to personality differences about men and the care for their grandfather. Additionally, they are periodically antagonized by their arrogant cousin, Chick. The sisters are afraid that Babe will be imprisoned for shooting Zachary, but it is eventually revealed that both parties have incriminating evidence on the other. The parties come to a sort of quid pro quo, out of court agreement through Babe’s lawyer to not pursue the matter in court...
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...outside once a week as they share a common identity, impersonating their late mother, Karen Settman. The sisters are only free to be themselves in prison of their own apartment. As a result, the siblings fake their identities, sharing information with the rest of the sisterhood every night until one day, Monday goes missing. Films and television play a huge role in our lives in some way. Whether it’s going out to see the latest movie in theaters or catching up on Netflix. My...
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...I moved to Maple Valley before Christmas of my ninth grade year. I moved here from Minnesota. Before I moved here we had moved to holt Minnesota from Park Rapids Minnesota. It was so long ago that we moved to Holt I can barely remember the change in scenery. I was born in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota. It is a beautiful little town. I have one older brother Kyle, older sister Bridgette, and one younger sister Isabella. I was in Minnesota my whole life until I moved up here to Maple Valley. I used to live in southern Minnesota until I was about six. Then I moved to Holt Minnesota, and lived there until I moved up here. It was a nice quiet little town, and we didn’t have very close neighbors I loved it. I used to have chickens and cats....
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...with mental and emotional disabilities can benefit exponentially with the aid and expertise of a case manager to ensure that needs are met for those clients that cannot or do not understand what needs should be met. How and why have you selected this population? How was this area of interest formed? My interest in the human service field and case management of mental and emotional disabilities was nurtured through personal experience. Throughout my adolescence and early adulthood as I watched two sisters struggle with Bipolar Disorder (BD), Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), and Manic Depressive Disorder (MDD). My younger brother also battled with mental and emotional disorders such as Shaken Baby Syndrome (SBS), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), and various other disorders that prevented learning at an average pace or milestone achievements. Watching my siblings battle these obstacles and the upheaval that each episode brought into our family life made for a constant barrage of dramatic psych ward admissions, suicide attempts, frustration, stress, and emotional exhaustion for both the individual experiencing the episode and the rest of the family watching with our breath held as to the outcome. Growing up in this environment first began to affect me negatively with rebellious acting out. However as I aged and matured, these...
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...believe that ghosts are real because of the research me and my sister have been doing since I started believing. There was a time when I was a non-believer and didn’t think ghost existed. My youngest sister is so fascinated with ghosts and pseudoscience. We share rooms, so when she watches TV (SyFy and Paranormal shows/movies) I have no choice but to watch it. That’s how I became a believer. It’s almost as if once you watch it or read about ghosts, you start having thoughts and strange things began happening. I start seeing things out the corner of my eye or even hearing the floor creak when I was home alone and there was no wind blowing (when it’s windy outside sometimes the wood on my house will creak). Most people believe that’s your mind playing tricks on you. But I believe that once you start believing in ghost then they’ll try to reach out to you and get your attention. One time, I was at home with my friend and I left my phone upstairs, on the bathroom sink. I was actually getting ready to flat iron my hair, but I went downstairs with my friend to keep her company while the curlers was heating up. We were sitting on the couch watching Punk’d on MTV. All of a sudden, we heard a loud noise as if something hit the floor, but we didn’t care at the time (we just figured it was something that got blown off my dresser from the ceiling fan), so we continued to watch Punk’d. About ten minutes later, I go upstairs to get my phone and it’s not on the sink. I began to look all over...
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