reflection post

As I reflect on these last 15 weeks in class Reading 25, I feel kind of proud of myself. This is my second class completed in college. It took me a while to warm up to the routine of doing my work, but at the end I really got on the ball with keeping up. Now when I look back and compare my first entrance test, to the last final test on Townsend and Press, I see I did improve. It’s only a couple of points higher, but the rise in score with the main idea of paragraphs I’m totally pleased with. There is still room for improvement, but I feel I did accomplish something with those few higher points. What I will make sure I do in my next class is organized more of my time, for the class I choice. Just to make sure all the time in that class is used proficiently.  The book of my choice for this class reading was “THE HELP”. I kind of wish I had read the book before I saw the movie, because it ruined the good reading for me. Me loving to read, it was hard to keep my attention, because I already knew the main plot, and ending. The book was simply excellent in my opinion. 

Argument Draft

American culture is in a crisis because of poor past government leadership, high unemployment rates, and foreclosures. The America people are stuck in an economy that is falling apart because of poor past presidency George Bush. I believe its loss of jobs, and foreclosures are part of the misuse of funds. A lot of Americans seem to have amnesia by blaming are present president Obama (The first black president) for this crisis that we have right now.

The Bystander Effect by Dorothy Barkin describes how bystanders that are unwilling to stop an attack right in front of them. The writer points out the confusion and lack of responsibility these bystanders lack of empathy when witnessing a crime or medical emergency. She gives four examples of these of crisis situations. The one story she gave that really upset me was the Catherine Genovese story that happened in New York 1964. Nobody came to help this woman as she screamed she was being stabbed. The murderer left and came back to continue stabbing her. Her neighbors just listen for her screams of help. Over thirty eight people heard her desperate screams for help. Which her murder took over a half hour. They said they just thought somebody else would do something. These bystanders admitted not calling the police. Out of these several listening witnesses, only one man called. After Catherine was dead.  I just get chills thinking about her last dying thoughts, it probably was, why won’t anybody help me? I understand them being scared, but why didn’t anybody just step out the apartment and see quickly, are just call the police? That’s why I always believe most people lack empathy for their fellow man. That’s why I’m not very trusting of people.          The writer point out that the better the chances of bystander reacting is in a group.  Everybody is waiting for somebody else to do something first. They count on if they do something, others will follow.

Self-Regulatory Behaviors

My self- Regulatory Behaviors I have is procrastination. This has been a long life problem, as far as I could remember. So While I’m still working on my first year of college,and working as a full-time a nurse assistant.Procrastination is differently a major problem of mine. My children away living in Oregon with my ex-husband, they use to be my excuse for not getting my college work done. Now I have no excuse, my kids are grown getting their college education. I still don’t understand why I wait to get things done, knowing how I hate rushing at the last minute. I have tried several different methods to help remember such as writing important deadlines on planners, even put a reminder on my cell phone. Everything is a stressor to me it seems. So when I see a reminder when stressed, I just pull away from it. At my age of 40 years young, I’m really trying to change my habits.  So when I know I’m contemplating something needing to get done, I just go against my natural self and just do it. With all my life experiences, I would hate to think of myself as a fool, to me a fool is somebody who does not learn from their mistakes.

My first reading experiance started out rocky. As a elementary school student, I was not a good reader. The reason was because, I just  was not interested in it yet. So my mom started buying me alot of books,that she thought would interest me. My mom was allways a big reader,from magazines, to novels. So when I reached about the 5th grade,she bought me children books, to classic adult books.After a summer of reading, my reading improved so much.I started to love reading. To this day, reading is my escape from my reality dealing with life. It feels like I'm stealing some special,extra time for myself.