Each cylce we are asked to respond in some way to our personal essential question. I believe this question helps us better understand an unanswerable question, to know the unknown. My "I do not know" or personal essential question is I do not know what others truely think or feel about me. From this question, I think I firstly need to better understand what I think of myself.
I am on the track pole vaulting team. This sport, or any in general can be very frustrating and they also take a lot of commitment. When I reflect upon my work, my effort, and my attitude in practice, it really aids me. It really reflects my personality, and how i feel. Self reflection and self analyzing are used in sports a lot, and i also use it for my own knowledge.
There are days when i will come early to practice, run extra, stay late, and take care of the poles and pit. Other days i will do what is required, or if i don't feel like a tuff workout, i will not go, unless it is crucial i do. If i am asked to do more, or simply told that it would benefit me, i put all effort in. Now when i think about it, i can see that when i am asked to do something, told to do something, or it is necessary to be done, i will do it. Then if there is extra work, it takes my own motivation. At times i am a very driven and motivated person and at other times i am not. I respect my work and others but i disregard the unnecessary work. I am hard working, driven, lazy, respectful, but not self motivated. I strive for perfection but naturally, i try to find the easiest way there.
28 February, 2007
25 February, 2007
Family Story
In class we discussed the importance of sharing family stories and passing them along. Some stories are very valuable, but without being told, they may be lost. We were to interview a family member for a family story.
When i was little, i always remember my father telling me stories of his childhood. None of them were very detailed but i found amusement in them even though i do not remember them today. One stood out to me as a funny story but meaningful at the same time. I valued the story as a lesson i was being taught but i openly received it.
"When i was a young boy, maybe your kindergarten or first grade, i learned not to skip or be late to school. Every morning we would have to show up to morning assembly at 8 :30, and then at 9:30 report to our classes. Everyone was expected to go to assembly, but nobody checked to see if you were there. I really did not enjoy it at all. I walked to school, and one day i decided to get ice cream instead. I waited around there and made it to class after morning assembly in perfect time. Nobody ever figured it out. But one day i was late, and had no excuse. My mother was called. When i got home that day, i had to confess everything to her. She was furious. The next morning, my mother walked me to school, holding my hand. She walked me into assembly, holding my hand and escorted me to my seat. i was wriggling and hiding my face it embarrassment. She did that for an entire week. The worst week of my life. After that one week i swore i would never skip school or be late ever again in fear she may do that. And i kept to it."
After re hearing this story i broke out in hysterical laughter, but i saw the lesson he learned. And when i was first told the story i took it to heart. I really value the impact this story had on me, and this story really is important and it is one that i feel should be passed on as a lesson to be learned.
When i was little, i always remember my father telling me stories of his childhood. None of them were very detailed but i found amusement in them even though i do not remember them today. One stood out to me as a funny story but meaningful at the same time. I valued the story as a lesson i was being taught but i openly received it.
"When i was a young boy, maybe your kindergarten or first grade, i learned not to skip or be late to school. Every morning we would have to show up to morning assembly at 8 :30, and then at 9:30 report to our classes. Everyone was expected to go to assembly, but nobody checked to see if you were there. I really did not enjoy it at all. I walked to school, and one day i decided to get ice cream instead. I waited around there and made it to class after morning assembly in perfect time. Nobody ever figured it out. But one day i was late, and had no excuse. My mother was called. When i got home that day, i had to confess everything to her. She was furious. The next morning, my mother walked me to school, holding my hand. She walked me into assembly, holding my hand and escorted me to my seat. i was wriggling and hiding my face it embarrassment. She did that for an entire week. The worst week of my life. After that one week i swore i would never skip school or be late ever again in fear she may do that. And i kept to it."
After re hearing this story i broke out in hysterical laughter, but i saw the lesson he learned. And when i was first told the story i took it to heart. I really value the impact this story had on me, and this story really is important and it is one that i feel should be passed on as a lesson to be learned.
21 February, 2007
My Blog and Me
This blog that we all have was put to use for many reasons. It for one makes our lives a lot easier, more enjoyable, and more familiar in our daily lives. Forget the pen and paper, we have left that behind and are moving on to a more technologically advanced work space. And since our work is being showcased for anyone to view, we have a tendency to improve the quality of our works. We expand on our clarity and depth knowing that we have impress many more readers than our teacher. Through this blog, the quality in depth and clarity of our work will grow.
But who am I, the one who is writing this. Those who know me well would be able to tell by my word choice and placements. To others, I am the person running between classes on a very busy schedule, or walking casually, towering over the tops of my friends heads. Not a loud voice in a crowd of people but a noticeable presence. I change very easily, always adapting to the environment I am put in, but am always the same welcoming person. Relaxed, lost, leader, reserved, one step ahead, two steps behind, helper, and friend. can you guess, who am i?
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