Antwan Antwan Reflection

On Oct 3, 2016, at 2332 hours, console operator dispatch all available officers to the yellow zone that a African American female that have elope from 5 Medical Park, Yellow Zone, room 17. My first responder to Pod 9 was Security Officer Kinard and Hinton. They found the female patient standing in the ambulance bay standing their doing nothing. The two Officers escorted her back to room 17 before I, Sgt Perdue arrived.

I yours was very descriptive because you lived it and you could ask your family. I knew that you interviewed him but, you wrote about his life as if you were there for every moment. One example, was when Wes saw that Cheryl was high on heroin. “She lay on the couch, saliva dripping out of her mouth onto her red Gap T-shirt, her pupils dilated and rolling to the back of her head, heroin still flowing through her veins.”

Ill bet money on that any day. The first moral of the story is watch who you hang out with and what you do. That night could have EASILY turned way worse if we would have gotten caught by the wrong people. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something bad would have happened. The last moral of this story is watch who and how your treat people.

For session six I read Walker the story Officer Buckle and Gloria by Peggy Rathman. This story is about a police officer and his officer dog. Walker related to this story because he said he wanted to be a police officer when he grew up. Before reading the story I asked Walker what he thought was going to happen in the story. I read him the story and we talked about each page and said what we thought was going on in the pictures.

A little later that night he left early to go hangout with other girls. Everyone asked me if I was mad but I tried not showing my feelings. Both the narrator and I have gotten rejected so, I can relate to how he

Reading Reflection Paper #1 The intersection of race, family, war torn experience and cultural diversity have played a crucial role in shaping many Hmong Americans and their acculturation to American society. With the racial tension that has long grouped Hmong students as part of the American model minority stereotypes, this has hampered Hmong students’ success in K-12 schools, and it is long overdue for academic discourse in order to propel Hmong students’ educational success into new heights. It is no longer acceptable for school district to accept the model minority stereotypes and ignore the fact that Hmong students has long struggled and underserved in public schools.

While reading Deaf Again, I couldn’t help from thinking, how I would have treated Mark through elementary school and high school. I was amazed when he said that he was so used to reading people’s lips and didn’t even notice he was deaf. I know that when I try to read people’s lips without hearing their voice it is very hard. It’s crazy how we take advantage of sound in our everyday lives as human beings. I know that I could not imagine not having the ability to hear sounds of the world.

The reading from Kiese Laymon poses more questions to me than I had thought I would have going into the reading. I do remember reading this in 10th grade with Ms. Hodge and her asking us repeatedly, to examine the diction and phrasing of the piece. For example, on the first page, paragraph 3, there is a part that reads; “That Filet-o-fish straight cradling my lips..” and Ms. Hodge was persistent in asking us to “discover” the reason that Laymon used those words in that sentence. Now, I still have no idea why she was so persistent on asking us what it meant.

Nights like the one I experienced were the reason we have strong female leaders in the world today. Being raised in a home with loving parents produce loving fruit and the love being visible through a night of

It was time. Mom was bawling her eyes out and dad was trying to keep a straight face. I was a nervous wreck, shaking as I boarded the aircraft. The hardest goodbye yet. I wasn’t expecting to cry when the closed the hatch to the plane, but I shed a few tears.

Overall, I agree with the authors goal. He touched on some very good key points. He starts out explaining his frustration and how he feels nervous and hopeless. He follows with explaining to us the things he endured. Then, he ends by showing us that all of his hard work finally paid off.

In conclusion reading about what Esperanza says, does and thinks she is a faultfinding person. The reason I have characterized her as a faultfinding person is because based on what she says does and thinks you can see her finding faults from everyone and everything. As I stated earlier, Esperanza goes to the entire chapter finding the faults of everyone and everything. She finds the faults in Rachel and Lucy. the lady and her house, she even corrects rachels way of speaking in this chapter.

One minute I’m standing in a crowd of kids waiting for the gang meeting to start, the next minute I'm face first in the dirt. I think about punching the kid that knocked me over but decide not to, I will just bring more attention to myself. These kids have nothing to lose joining this gang, they belong in the gang. It was exactly a year ago that I was them, but I had no clue what I was doing. I can remember every second of that day, the day that changed me forever.

The reason I picked this piece is because I had strong use of imagery and detail, which is something that I lacked in some of my other writing pieces. The reason why I was able to do so well on this piece is because it was about my own experience that I know very well, creative writing is my strength and I knew how to tell the reader exactly what was going on because it was mostly about my thoughts and feelings during the experience. At first, my teacher informed me about my overuse of telling instead of showing. With the help of an adult, I was able to get rid of most of the telling and show the reader what was happening through the use of imagery and hyperbole.

Their lights reflecting off the dashboard of Jackie 's car. Hearing the cop car doors slam shut and their footsteps getting louder and louder as they approach the car my heart started to beat faster than before. The cops pull open Jackie’s car doors, pulling us out of the front seats. I feel the fabric of the seat belt burn against my neck as the cop throws me onto the ground. I completely zoned out after that.