An Essay About Myself

to grow and develop as an educator. This video assignment really opened my eyes to the idea of this, as I was comparing my videos I could easily notice strong and weak points. Although it is early in the teaching journey this critical analysis of myself will allow me to grow early and break bad habits early on. When analyzing my two personal teaching episodes a lot of things stick out immediately. In my first episode I seemed nervous and was lacking confidence when speaking to my students;…

Through Module two and three I was able to learn more about myself. I have been able to take self-assessments on communication, problem solving skills, locus of control, burnout, and stress. These tests were able to provide me with great feedback and results that will help me now and in the future. Since I want to work in the business industry when I get older, I was able to pick up a lot of great tips and tricks from the assessments. I am glad I was able to learn more about these fields…

Weapons are influence unconsciously almost every one falls victim to them. So you might think to your self how can I possibly defend my self form people using the “weapon of influence” on me. When we talking about the weapon Commitment/consistency to me this weapon is the central motivator for a human behavior. I like to believe that it lies deep within us and is very powerful, it is nearly an obsessive desire to be consistent with what we have already done. The way this weapon of…

Expressing myself and what goes on in my head has always been a struggle for me. I grew up without a voice; not knowing what to say or how to say it. So I drew. I drew horses, I drew smiling suns with sunglasses, I drew bows in girls’ hair, I drew lions eating zebras while monkeys laughed at them, I drew whatever came to my mind. When I drew, I wanted to speak about my drawings, I would turn to my friends or my teachers and explain to them what was happening in my creation. Drawing spoke for me…

Sometimes I find myself hovering over the thought of life. My desire to discover the multiple, numerous definitions of this parallel universe proves infinite. I may have not lived through the full breadth of my age to completely appreciate the various aspects and wonders of this world, but I always strove to expand and fuse my abstract, yet sophisticated creative vision into my understanding of the world. Through every passing day I discover new limits for myself and this had me realize that…

I would generally see myself as conforming. I see myself this way because I am one who is not very confrontational and I don’t like to upset people or cause conflict. One situation that I have conformed to is this coming Christmas it’s supposed to be at my parents house for my mothers side of the family. The time was set for 1:00 and one person could not make it at that time so everyone else had to go ok we will change it for this one person. Not only myself said ok and conformed to this…

shaping their ever-developing personality. In reflecting on my own upbringing, I can see the people and situations that have led me to my current understanding of myself. As a quiet observer, I absorbed everything I am from the people around me who I considered important, and slowly came to critically observe both these people as well as myself in order to make sure that I could feel confident and satisfied with my own beliefs and identity. I lived the entirety of my first 18 years in…

stare at a blank word document my mind becomes scattered. Writing has always been something that has never came easy to me. I always felt like the way I worded things, or explained myself in a paper wasn 't good enough compared to all the other people in my classes. Then, just recently I figured out that if I write for myself and things that I feel strongly about then when I am staring at a blank word document the words will come easy to me, and will start to flow. This is why I wrote, and why I…

My family had just moved, and I had to enroll in a new school. In my old school I was surrounded by others like myself, those who spoke Spanish and English, and whose parents were Hispanic. While here, I immediately noticed the difference, everywhere I looked I saw kids with fair complexions and light hair. Previously, I had been enrolled in bilingual classes, but here I found myself in an all English class. Spanish being my first language and the one spoken…

into a completely new environment: new school, new swim team. And I knew nobody and nothing. I struggled to fit in and was very insecure about various aspects of my identity such as my race and socioeconomic status. I spent more time trying to change myself than I should have, and in return, spent less time focusing on school and swimming. My grades began to drop, and my attitude towards swimming was lackluster, to put it gently. I tried to…