0 Comments
Monique L Williams
April 26, 2017 English 100 The growth mindset and fixed mindsets impacts the future of students that aim for success. Education is the most important tool towards being successful. As I am american I to have a college degree and at least 6 months of experience to even be considered for my choice career. That’s when education became more than an obligation, it became necessity for me to live the life I wanted. I sometimes envy students with fixed mindsets. They never make decisions because they do not explore options. They aren’t working hard because there isn’t room for improvement. They believe their talent and achievement is already defined. A person who havn’t worked for anything in life is a person with a fixed mindset. The reason behind my knowledge is that I’ve seen it for myself. I worked hard all 4 years of my high school experience. I worked hard for one reason. I wanted to get into a great college to shape my future. It wasn’t because I wanted to further my education, not necessarily. I wasn’t indifferent about it. In my opinion it was just a bonus that would be useful in my success. I've had those moments that i'm completely drained. When i’m completely angry, when i’ve failed after attempting a goal so many times. I've even debated whether going to college was the right choice. I’ve been close to given up multiple times. I never do however. I’ve come to realize that all the work I put into my future will not go to waste. The last four years of getting A’s, never missing class and staying humble. I won’t throw away my future because I’m discouraged. Alfie Kohn stated “when students whose self-worth hinges on their performance face the prospect of failure, it doesn’t help for them to adopt a growth mindset.” Although I understand your opinion Kohn, I disagree, a growth mindset encourages students who are discouraged. In the midst of stressing over the end of classes and trying to stay focus, I found my ambition. Ambition is apart of having a growth mindset. A strong desire to do something. I’m determine to achieve “My” goals set by “myself.” A student with a growth mindset that “ self-worth performance hinges on their performance face the prospect of failure.” My failure isn’t nothing but a lesson learned. I get upset and just when I’m about to give up, I take that failure, rebuild it and frame it with success. When I say this what I mean it does damage in the long run to someone like me. A student who is surrounded by the growth mindset, if the academic system is flawed? Why blame the student? Shouldn’t we work towards better approaches to fix those failure because it puts the blame on the student for failing. Instead of schools for failing the student. I’m not perfect but what I do with the mistakes I make is what shapes me as a student. "Every mistake you make is PROGRESS." (The Hechinger Report.) The thing people often forget about students with growth mindsets is that those students are born out of failure. “ You can’t just declare that you have a growth mindset.”( Dweck.) I agree because students with fixed mindsets can’t simply change who they are. Students are born with fixed mindsets until they're willing to feel discomfort, that's the mindset that will remain. I remember I would sit second row in class. I wouldn’t answer questions or ask questions the out of fear of being judged. I didn’t believe in being successful. My 10th grade year is when I gained knowledge of being successful. My teachers were done following a flawed system and that’s what made the difference for me. My teachers took a stand and if they were willing to fight for my success, I was willing to fight for myself too. I changed my future with the support of my teachers and family. They told me success would make me a person worth billions. Family and Dedication equals success. Student begins to dedicate time and effort replacing what was lost. Students with fixed mindsets doesn’t know lost. Michael G.R stated “By: definition, a challenge is hard and success is not assured, so rather than risk failing and negatively impacting their self-image, they will often avoid challenges and stick to what they know they can do well.” Failure isn’t an option for them because students with fixed mindsets never put themselves in those situations. I agree with G.R. because students with fixed mindsets believe they can learn new things but their intelligence can’t be improved. If their intelligence can’t be improved then they shouldn’t need to work to learn. Students with growth mindsets are constantly working to improve their intelligence. “ Picture your brain forming new connections as you meet the challenge and learn. Keep going.”( Dweck.) Students with fixed mindsets don’t believe those connections can be made overall calling Dweck’s research false accusations. I often think of depression. It’s an ongoing battle within yourself. Although students with depression and growth mindsets are fighting for something different, they’re both determined to come out on the other side. Students with fixed mindsets wouldn’t be able to go through depression. Depression is a challenge between your mind usually caused by failure and tragedy but it’s also the fear of failure but no urge to be productive. Fixed mindsets are fixed on what a student already know. When you already have all the information needed there is no point in wasting time. “ If it isn’t broke, don’t fix it.” that’s where students with growth mindsets make their mistakes. They work so hard to fix their mistakes that they don’t realize their mistake, just to repeat the same mistake.I learn from my mistakes however mistakes always repeat in a different way. People with fixed mindsets see their limits and cautiously don’t go over it. I often push myself past my limits in hopes of success it sometimes lead me to discouragement. "We're finding that many parents endorse a growth mindset, but they still respond to their children's errors, setbacks or failures as though they're damaging and harmful." However I go through discouragement and failure but that only drives me to needing to succeed even more. Students with fixed mindsets are successful because their minds are set already. Noone can change their opinion, a person could give them new information but it wouldn’t change their future. My mind could change depending on the opportunities that present themselves.My judgment is often clouded by ongoing goals and achievements. I’m not looking for one story. “ "Don't give up until you are PROUD" and "Every mistake you make is PROGRESS." By The Hechinger Report. Students with fixed mindsets are already proud of themselves because they mindset is they’re already at their highest. Students with growth mindsets are proud after a goal is achieved however it;s short lived because a it’s only one of many goals these students have set for themselves. Over all my life’s been a series of up and downs. Education played a large part of my life. I myself have a growth mindset being as I believe I can learn from everything in life. It’s nothing that I’ve experienced in life that I haven’t learned from. High school was difficult because I constantly was trying to keep up with my friends however I always fell short. I was an honor student, same as them. It didn’t change the fact that they always were a step ahead of me. I begin setting goals and making my own decisions. I worked twice as hard and I never gave up. Some days I would do good others I would fail. I learned that failures lead to opportunities and new goals. Those new goals turned to hard work and dedication. I worked hard to achieve those goals I set in place for myself. I dedicated myself to being successful in life. “ "Don't give up until you are PROUD.” Is ironic because I do everything for myself. Most people work hard to make their parents proud or anyone else but themselves. I can honestly say that I've worked for myself. I’ve done everything this far to accomplish my own goals for my own reasons. Dweck is right that the growth mindset is beneficial when used properly and it is something that should be taught during kindergarten through secondary school. I walked into the restaurant to see Dominique sitting at a round table that sophisticated in a quiet corner of the restaurant. I notice that she didn’t see me approaching her, as she was flirting with our waiter. I calmly take my seat trying to keep the smirk that attempts to form on my lips but to my dismay I found myself smirking at my sister. Eventually we began to chit-chat about life, our overall goals after we graduate college. Although I’m not sure what I’m going to do I’m able to keep up with conversation. After 20 minutes or so the waitress comes out to deliver our lunch for the day. Dominique must have been hungry because she begins eating without saying grace which I’m no one to judge. After I say my grace silently to not offend Dominique, I start to think about my life. Dominique must have noticed that I zoned out because she asked “ Are you good?” I turn to answer her starting “Yess I’m jus…” I suddenly stop mid-sentence and just stare forward as if something has caught my attention. I clear my mind at the moment because nothing else matters at this time. Dominique looks at me with concern but I don’t give her a response. I simple look forward as if I’m looking for something… or someone. Dominique realize that I’m now focused on my own thoughts so she slowly turns to walk away. As if by instinct I get up, leaving $100 on the table. I walk towards the lake by the restaurant and just stare forward. It’s not something I'm foreign to me. It's not unusual for me to zone out and disappear but it's not everyday someone lost is found. When I look up a second time I notice him.
My Hiraeth . Draft #2Monique L Williams
2/9/2017 English 100 As I walked to the tree I always sat under after school I noticed how different I felt today. My smile seemed forced and my body language was off rhythm. I inhaled deeply, collecting irregular amounts of air. The smell of fresh cut grass seemed to calm me down, but still my mind was racing. Even as a young child I had unstable emotions that seemed to show up at times when there was conflicts occurring and I needed to be emotionally stable to handle my situations. Upon arriving under the tree without realizing I was sitting on the ground, gripping dirt in my hands, allowing the dirt to slide between my fingers and into my fingertips.I felt like I was losing control of what I was doing, like my soul was pulling away from my body. I had been outside for what seemed like seconds but really it's been hours. Still sitting on the ground wrestling with myself to get up.Before I could continue this war within myself. I heard footsteps slowing approaching me. I knew exactly who it was just by listening to tempo of the footsteps. It was my father approaching me calmly. My father appearance snapped me back to reality. It seem that every time I went through these phases, my father was the only one that could help me. He stared down at me with worried eyes but with a smile that even I couldn’t understand. He tried his best to assimilate as nothing was wrong, as if it was normal for a 10 year old to be digging into dirt and hot tears streaming down her face. Yet, I knew inside he felt confused and helpless to all the problems that were falling upon him. I knew the weight he had on his back was pinning him to the ground even more so than uncontrolled demons making me lose grip of myself. My thoughts were interrupted by my father’s low soft voice as he spoke “Monique Bare truth.” The words repeated in my mind over and over again. Bare truth. Those two words alone gave me a sense of calmness. What it meant for me is honesty. My father would listen to me, listen to my side of the story and he understood my feelings. He told me stories about himself growing up and how it helped shape the person he became. Not secrets, just us, talking for long extended times. It’s like a game really. A game that could only be played by us. It’s the only game I enjoyed playing.Bare truth. My father repeated “ Bare truth. Monique.” I instantly realize I’ve zoned out and look up at my father, who still has a smile on his face. I reply “ Sure. we don’t have secrets between us.” My father usually did not show emotions, but in that moment I saw the relief in his eyes. He answers “Let’s go to the place.” The place is special to us. It’s a little area at the waterfront where we sit at the edge of the wall and look down into the water. At times we fish. At other times we just threw rocks into the water, however there was always long conversations. Upon arrival to the place, I'm calm. I don't want to discuss my previous behavior out of embarrassment for feeling how I felt and being I'm tired physically and emotionally. My father is a understanding man. We just relax in a silence, a comfortable silence. Going to school never felt like a choir, yet it saddened me having to be apart from my baby brother. He really hated when I left, he would cry, scream, and always tried to follow me.He feared staying alone and that alone could make me melt like butter. My mom was a strict woman however so I would never test her patience. My mother would wake up early morning to make breakfast while my dad was making lunches for us to take for school. My mother was a serious lady. We had 3 rules each morning that we followed. First brush your teeth and wash your face. Second dress to impress from your head to your toes. Third don’t be late under any circumstances. After all she was a strict lady. I repeat to myself every morning “ do not upset her, she loves you Monique.” I ate breakfast and got dressed as I didn't every morning. My father would be waiting outside in the car for me, just coming from dropping my older siblings off at school. The car ride was simple but meaningful to me. As we begin our journey to William Penn Elementary School my father would hold my hand the whole ride. I wasn’t old enough to sit in the front seat of the car. My father dropped me off telling me my brother, Michael, would be picking me up today. My day spent in school felt endless, yet once I saw my brother waiting outside the parking lot, I knew the wait was well worth it. Michael “ Come, now beaut, it's time to go home” I would be so excited to go home. My parents would be at work soon after we went to school. So Daquan, my baby brother had daycare. I answer my brother “ I’m coming, Michael. As we leave the building Michael would ask me how my day has been and tell me Dominique, my sister would be picking Daquan up from dare care. I would always give the same answer “good. Thank you for asking.” It wasn’t the perfect life I had with my father but it was something that I had a need for even if it was only for a short period of my life. My mother had been up most of the night with my father silently arguing. I have no clue what the disagreement was but I wish it never happened. Morning came just like any other day my mom made breakfast but this time she made us carry it with us to school. She had long black hair, chocolate brown skin, deep brown eyes filled with so much emotion and always dressed herself in long tight dresses. There was no doubt my mother’s a beautiful woman. As I turned to my father, he was already walking through the door before I could run to him, my mother grabbed me by the arm yanking me into her embrace forcing me into the car. When I settled into the car, I noticed my older siblings were in the car. The worried look in their eyes gave me an uneasy feeling that I couldn’t shake. My mom began driving down Highland ave. There was unusual traffic for this time of the day. My mom parked the car, told us to wait in the car until she came back from talking to the crossing guard. I knew I shouldn’t have got out the car however I was curious. At that moment my mother became only a fragment of the women she us to be. There I saw my father body, it looked cold and soulless. I saw the cops handcuffing the murder of my father, he was trying to apologize but at that time I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to hear him. My focus was on my broken mother. My mom was emotionlessly walking up and down the street. I couldn’t understand why? I couldn’t understand why my mother was so hurt until it was too late. Although my mother was hurt I shouldn’t have to be alone. I go into shock, I'm now completely gone at that moment my mind is blank. It was cold. The floor was dirty for some reason. Why did I enjoy being in a cold dirty room? It was dark somehow I looked straight into the void. It was cold. The room was so cold,why did i enjoy being surrounded by darkness. I felt safe. I went down two floors to get to the place. But my mind was always at ease when I walked into this cold dirty room and layed on the floor. My hands sat firmly on my stomach while my legs bend in tightly against my hands that sat firmly on my stomach.I kept talking but no response. It was cold. I still cared although. I cared because this place made me feel cared for. It was cold. My body was warm. Was I not clean? Did I not have friends? Wait my friend is here. This place is my friend. All I know is that I was lost. I always lost , it felt like. My sister died before I was even born. I lost my brother who was a twin. I lost myself even. My life is tragic. I hope I never lose my hope,pride,mind and spirit. “Monique!” I hear a faint call almost a whisper. “Monique!” I hear it again. What is that? I think to myself. “Beaut!” I'm snapped back to reality. Michaels voice is confused and slightly irritated. He looks at me with pleading else desperate even. “Get in the car” his voice cracks slightly. I don't say anything, I simple obey. What you witnessed is me, losing control of myself. Me. Allowing those emotions to get the best of me. Worst times I tell you. I felt selfish. I am selfish. Who knows how long Michael was trying to get me out of that storm. That storm I always found myself in. That storm I call my friend. People don't really understand what it’s like to feel constantly feel pain each day that goes by. To continuously be reminded of the life that never was. To be emotionally damaged beyond repair but I do. I understand what seeing darkness is. What living in darkness does to a person. I understand contaminated glory. I understand contaminated glory all but too well. I remember the day I was so upset at my mother and father for arguing. It wasn't simply because they were arguing, it was because their argument was pointless. After a long day of learning I expect to come home, rest than play with my baby brother, however that was completely demolished by the foolishness my parents indulged in. I hated to see them argue. Gosh I hated it so much. I couldn't allow myself to watch helplessly, despairingly so I did what I thought was best. I backed myself out the door I had previously walked through. My mind began spinning uncontrollably causing me to lose focus on my surroundings. I would have realized my brother Michael standing close by watching from a distance. My vision began to blur as hot tears roll continuously down my cheeks in a rhythmic way. My body obviously familiar with my actions giving my mind no argument against my body. How could I let two people affect me in such a way I'm left crying for hours under a tree with dirt seeping through my fingers and lingering on my fingertips. I love my father with so much intensity that my heart is literally in my hand being held out to him. My mom yelling at him caused me to react protectively and weakly being as she's partially to blame for my father's sudden uncontrollable death. I didn't realize it before so I'd still wait each day expecting him to walk through the front door, smiling that smile he always smiles telling me how his day was and yelling “Mona come here let's go to the place.” As much as I want that to be my reality. It isn't. Gosh it’s so far off from my reality. Talent Show Experienceave always had a creative mind, my main goal when I decided to have a talent show was to express my leadership by directing individual students with different talent to act as one in a product. Obviously I decided on a talent show. Many people mistake the difficulty of putting an event together such as a Talent show which consist of fundraising, organizing and patience. Skills and leadership, although I have all of those skills my ability to put on a show by myself wasn't possible, I needed support, and talent. The real challenge I had with myself was limited time, funds and support. I begin my production by having signups. A Talent Show without performers is just a talent. Many students signed up for my show, but not everyone had the right talent for my show. I had tryouts for the participants to figure out exactly who would be apart of my show.
The next step is organizing, separating the dancers from the singers. It's knowing times, from beginning to end. I made list that I emailed and printed to give to the talents. I made programs to show the audience each performance as listed. As I planned out my show I choose my host for the show, I had 4 host all together incase one of the host wasn't available during my show, I needed to be prepared. I choose stage crew, which is needed in any production without a stage crew your show wouldn't run smoothly. I handled the music as the dj only plays music, he still needed to know what each individual was performing. I handled that personally because I knew everything. I had spoke with each talent to know exactly what each one would perform and how much time would be needed on stage during the show. I made sure to give each talent enough time on stage because that could ruin the show. I always spoke to my performers to make sure none of them were pressured or thinking of quitting the show. I would have meetings with the Dj for my show to discuss sound and the lighting show, if the sound and light isn't done correctly it's a production fail. A talent show isn't just about dancing and singing ‘ it's a production. There is so much to doing a talent show and it takes time and patience. Chef's Table: Francis Mallman
What major ideas/themes from this episode connect to ideas/themes from our composition course? Francis Mallmann is telling his story. He shows how he cooks and who he cooks with. He gives examples and answers questions. He adds action to his descriptions. “ This man that had a beautiful car would drive by and i’d wait for him” that shows part of his childhood. It gives a scene that when he was a young boy he had a routine. How does Mallman's story connect to the hiraeth story you are writing in this class? eone else. You have to create your own story and tell it too.
Twitter : torturouspoetic Snapchat : EnvyMoee https://youtu.be/ktN79Pju2iY Film-Based Project Writing Process Reflection
Firm Based ArgumentMonique Williams
English 100 March 23, 2017 Prof. Sabatino Mangini M. Night Shyamalan’s Sixth Sense Is it deviant behavior to believe in ghosts? “Believing in ghosts is not deviant behavior because it should not be labeled as abnormal.” Believing in ghosts should not be considered deviant, more than half of the population believes in them. It comes with religion, superstition, and also believing in monsters. When cole says “I see dead people” he is basically putting his secret out there to the one person that he trusts who is also a ghost. Believing in ghosts should not be considered taboo because the people who actually believe in them feel as though they’re excluded from everyday life. They are ridiculed and called fools because “believing in ghosts is something only a child would believe in” but what about fortune tellers and clairvoyants? People who claim to see ghosts usually see them in abandoned buildings, castles, forests, and usually when they are grieving and want to see their loved ones. It is seen as a phenomenon in the psychology world. So why can’t we see this as a phenomenon? Why do we feel the need to alienate those who see ghosts? Because we don’t like the idea that someone is different. Cole already feels different and when he finds a confidant in Dr.Crowe it is like a feeling of relief for him. When someone believes in ghosts they are not looking for attention they are looking for acceptance in society. During the movie a patient is found in Dr.Crowe's bathroom, Crowe realizes that he is a previous patient one that he could not help. While Crowe is trying to calm him down the patient starts yelling and screaming saying that Crowe failed him. Crowe thinks back to him and the patient and realizes that he is talking about the many times that the patient told him that he saw dead people. He thought the patient was joking with him and was not being serious and also was a liar so he dropped the case because he realized that he could not help him. The patient jumps towards Crowe and stabs him and then kills himself. This would not have happened if Crowe believed the patient in the first place instead of not believing him. Dr.Crowe does not believe Cole because he had a similar case with this previous patient, and he felt that he failed him when he made the decision to drop Coles case he started listening to old tapings of his previous patient and realized that when the patient was left alone he could hear an older person pleading in Spanish to help him. So he starts to believe Cole he starts to help him and listen to him and in doing so he hopes to redeem himself. After a while he notices that his wife is not talking to him, his co workers are not listening to him, basically no one is paying him any attention. Dr.Crowe took on Cole's case which was the same case as his previous patient. Even though he had doubts about it he still worked hard to help Cole with his illness for Cole’s sake and for his own, he wanted to gain the respect of his colleagues and the respect of his wife back and if that meant that he had to start believing in ghosts then that is what he was going to have to do. During the end of the movie he realizes that he is the one thing that he thought was unbelievable, he was a ghost. So in conclusion I do not believe that believing in ghosts is a deviant act, simply because there is no reason for it to be. Believing in ghosts is not something to be afraid of but something that should be accepted. It should be studied and should also be a part of everyday life because people who experience this sort of thing experience this sometimes every day. They should find people who are understanding of their ability and who will not judge them for it. People who are interested in knowing about this kind of thing should come together as a support system for those who experience this. People like Cole are never trusting around other people because of the fact that they once told someone and they were ridiculed or laughed at. But if more people were like Dr.Crowe and actually stopped and listened to these people then they would all feel a sense of togetherness. https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/out-the-ooze/201507/why-some-people-see-ghosts-and-other-presences http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0167404/plotsummary?ref_=tt_stry_pl This Video is part of my Blog on Weebly.
Questions 1. In this class. How do we define composition? 2. In this class, Sabatino ask us to write so we can... 3. As a writer in this class, I feel as if I am improving... Add Instragram : EnvyMoe_ Snapchat : Envymoee Twitter _ Torturouspoetic https://youtu.be/ktN79Pju2iY |
Monique LI'm going places Archives
May 2017
Categories
All
|