Example #1 – Self-Assessment and Reflection Paper
In the last seven weeks, I had an opportunity to look back and analyze the events that have shaped my life. This was a unique experience where I was emotionally comfortable enough to look back at life. I was able to objectively revisit many events that were often buried and too painful to face. I was free from the turmoil of emotional fears of failure, anger, regret, and loneliness, which often clouded my perception.
I was able to dwell on many pleasant and unpleasant events with more comfort and confidence. I accepted each event as part of life, regardless of whether it was a good or bad experience. I understand that life transpires even when we are not prepared for it, but more importantly, it is how we deal with circumstances that keep us going forward. For the first time, there was clarity and I became aware of two main points one was my life-changing/challenging experience and the second was my financial growth.
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My life has been a journey filled with challenging experiences, which consists of some unfixable actions, like leaving home. I grew up in an authoritarian, religious environment where personal expression and freedom did not exist. Since I could remember, there was constant pressure for me to conform to Indian Christian society. Over the years the burden of not being able to convey my feelings and endless demands grew to hatred and retaliation toward my parents.
The day after my high school graduation, without letting anybody know I disappeared. I packed all my belongings and moved to Houston, where my friend had moved a year before. My moving was one of the greatest decisions I ever made, helping me to mature as an individual, and to understand and experience a life that I never thought possible.
One major guilty element that has plagued me is how I had deceived my parents and left them with a bag of fears and uncertainty. Without even letting them know if I was safe or without even trying to discuss my unhappiness, I vanished for three days.
Those three days must have been the worst days of their lives. I was not man enough to stand up to my parents and express my discontent. Rather than disentangle the issue by talking things out with my parents, I became a coward and ran away.
Upon manifestation, I have learned a lot during that challenging experience, especially how to be an independent individual. I got my own place, bought a new car, and went to school full time while working full time. I supported myself financially, emotionally, and mentally. Even though my move to Houston was the right one, I executed the move without thinking things through. I should have stopped being self-centered and thought of the pain and anguish that it would cause my parents.
This life learning experience has been a double-edged sword because it has taught me to stand up for what I want, yet on the other hand, sometimes running away is probably the best thing to do, which will help to clear clouded thoughts and refocus on my destination.
Play to Win by Larry Wilson introduces a simplistic, yet optimistic, method of viewing life. It embraces two fundamental views – emotional and spiritual maturity that allows us to evaluate who we are. ?Life is an adventure to be experienced, lived, experimented with, and committed to.? (Wilson,1998, p.89) This statement alone tells us that we are in control of our lives. We all can choose dissimilar and painful paths to get to the safe place and that is okay.
When looking back, my second life-learning lesson came through financial growth. This growth was to some extent expected since I was so lavish with cash.
My financial motto was that money comes and money goes. I knew eventually, I needed to get a grasp on my foolish spending habit, but it spun out of control with each purchase. There were days where I would squander money like there was no tomorrow. I never planned for the future let alone on for the next meal. For the first time without my parents, with unlimited freedom in a new state and living the college experience, I was not concerned about money.
“A foolish man and his money are soon parted.” (Stanley, 2000, p.108) Within three years I lost everything. First, the credit card companies started calling, then the phone line was disconnected, I was evicted, then my car was repossessed. Going out and having fun took priority over my own well-being. I had nowhere to turn; I was in a new state without my parent’s help. At the age of twenty-two with all my financial problems and with no one to help me, the only solution was to file for bankruptcy.
Upon reflection that was one of the scariest experiences of my life. Those were testing times hardship had conquered my life. I had no money; living paycheck to paycheck became the norm. Since I had no money, my friends and public transportation became my only source of getting to school. Paying for school, getting any kind of credit, or even writing a check became difficult. Many times I wanted to return back to my parents. I learned how to be strong through financially tough times and how to never lose track of my expenditures.
Clearly identifying who we are is often a challenging endeavor. Each of us has a metal persona that? I am perfect, everything I do is great and everyone else is wrong.? We as human beings, often get defensive to negative feedbacks and any kind of change is often a gruesome task to part take in. It is hard to accept differences of opinion.
Plus, it takes a lot of energy, openness, and willingness to listen to positive or negative feedback from others. Therefore, I believe personal growth is a work in process for each individual that are willing to accept the challenge.
Example #2 – Self-Reflection of My Life Challenges
No one really counts the number of obstacles they face in their lives because as the years go by, they just keep piling on endlessly. I chose to only reflect back on the obstacles that have made the biggest impact on my character, such as watching my oldest brother go back and forth between home and a jail cell, my father dying, and having an autistic brother. The greatest challenge I have faced so far is trying to support the unstable and fragile men in my life.
I was way too young to understand what an obstacle or challenge was, but when I first saw those handcuffs placed on my older brother’s wrists. I knew that I would always remember that scene. It started out like a few months, then it escalated to years at a time I wouldn’t see him. I soon came to realize that I would have to grow up without my older brother in my life.
He was always in some type of pain that was too complex for me to understand. He had given up hope of things getting better therefore he relied heavily on his ‘gangster mentality’ to keep him alive, however, it only put him into situations that left him shot and in a coma, then eventually back in prison.
I was raised by a single mother with public assistance and had relatives that were either on the streets, in jail or worse, dead. This was a tough reality for me but to get by I used to tell myself, ‘It could be so much worse than this.’ I just learned to start being grateful for the things I did enjoy about my life such as having a home, being able to go to school, being around loving people, etc.
Overall, I started to really embody optimism and it helped me get through all the time I was waiting on my brother to get released from prison. By making the most of each day, more opportunities came to me than I ever could have imagined.
However, the years were not always easy for me. The difficulty of trying to live a considerably normal life with a sibling with a disability is more challenging than one would think. He is not only my brother but my twin. His name is Dante and he has a form of autism that makes him unable to speak actual words, most of the time, he responds in sounds. Dante and I were always on two different levels.
As the firstborn, Dante seemed like he could do everything. After several months of being on this Earth, he decided that he could walk, talk, and pee in the toilet all by himself. I couldn’t walk, barely moved, and was spoon-fed often. Then one day around the time when we just had turned two years old, my brother was diagnosed with autism. For years, my mother, my brother, and I lived off his disability check just to have our basic needs and get by on rent each month.
His dependence seemed so unfair. One of my biggest goals in life is to be independent and not rely on others to live day to day, especially after seeing it first hand with my own brother. As his challenge is a challenge to me as well, I am nevertheless grateful that I am not the one in his shoes but I can not help but wish there was something I could do to break him out of this mental prison he will be in for life.
Lastly, even though our relationship wasn’t as strong as I would have hoped- one of the most difficult periods I have ever endured in my life so far was losing my father before I even made it into middle school. I thought we would have had more time to fix our relationship. He was not the best of dads, but he was definitely not the worst. I didn’t know then that depression could kill a person from the inside, out. He was easily irritable, but also constantly saddened. It upset me that I wasn’t even enough to make him happy anymore. It’s hard to help someone fight when they have already given up.
His death led me to reflect on myself and how I would want to be remembered. I recall one moment where he and I were having one of our last conversations. I knew by the way he looked at me if I was in for another one of his serious talks about life. It was about college and planning out my future while I was still young. He kept telling me how he hoped I would seek a higher education one day, no matter what challenges I might encounter in that process.
He begged me to pursue all the positive opportunities I could in life, because sometimes people don’t get that many. One of his biggest regrets was never having graduated from high school. My father never wanted to imagine one of his children doing the same thing. He would have been so proud to see that even as I became older, my main focus still stayed on academics. I am trying my hardest now to achieve the things my father and I talked about that day: not just because it would have made him happy, but because it will give me one less regret in life.
I typically try not to think of my challenges too often, but I have concluded that my challenges are what keep me motivated and persistent to accomplish my highest goals. I refuse to let adversity crush me because that would mean that my family and I would have done all this suffering for nothing. I do not live in vain, I live for a purpose and that is to inspire people to be more than what they think they are capable of. No day is promised, but the future is always full of possibilities.
In Author Miller’s book The Crucible, there are many passages of literature that can teach us valuable life lessons. The characters portrayed in this novel all seem to have their own interpersonal issues, but one character seems to stand out. John Proctor is a troubled character and continues to contribute toward his own downfall. It isn’t until the last play when John Proctor finally regained his self-respect and paid the ultimate sacrifice. Proctor’s character sheds knowledge and life lessons on his audience such as the importance of self-reflection, taking responsibility for one’s own mistakes, and the power of integrity.
Self-reflection is held and created in the mind of an individual and serves as the way that person sees themselves. We all see ourselves in a different manner than those who see us and we are responsible for how we see ourselves. Our actions, beliefs, and our sense of belonging all contribute to our self-perseverance. The Crucible portrays many different aspects of self-reflection, the most notable being John Proctor’s character.
However, Proctor’s self-reflection diminished rapidly due to his affair with Abagail. In the book The Crucible, John Proctor says, “Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!” (Miller 133). Here, Proctor is refusing to testify because he’s standing with his self-image. Only if John Proctor had stayed true to his self -image would the affair be non-existent, but his life would be spared.
Taking responsibility for one’s own actions seems to be a very rare occurrence in The Crucible and even in today’s society. The media is constantly covering issues with politics, and the mistakes made within the government. More specifically, the media is currently covering presidential candidate Hillary Clinton, and the lies upon lies she is creating to try and cover her tracks. Between John Proctor, and Hillary Clinton it could be concluded that they are relative in some way.
However, only one admitted to his wrongdoing thus far. Perhaps if John Proctor took responsibility for his actions earlier in the book, the repercussions of his actions would not be so severe. Also, maybe Hillary Clinton can use Proctor’s experience to help her understand the importance of owning up to her own mistakes. His mistakes started with Abagail Williams, and led to a downhill spiral or slippery slope, significantly worsening the situation. This life lesson can apply to anyone, as everyone makes mistakes.
When Proctor finally admits to his affair with Abagail Williams, he showed that integrity still remained within his morals. The power of his integrity saved his wife Elizabeth from death. Also, Proctor concludes that if he keeps this secret, he will be acting like a coward and the end result would be betraying his wife again.
Arthur Miller set a heavy emphasis on John Proctor’s integrity, pushing the importance onto the readers or audience. Integrity is not instilled into each and every person and it is very apparent that today’s society is filled with integrity violators. Today, people with no sense of integrity can run for president, be president, and fail to be prosecuted for excessive integrity violation. Reading The Crucible during this point in time sheds extreme concern for society as a whole. In 1692 integrity was treated in a more serious matter than it is today, and it shows completely. Arthur Miller’s life lesson here is, have integral pride, and do not be afraid, to tell the truth.
Self-reflection, owning up to mistakes, and one’s integrity are just very few of many traits that stood out to the audience as a learning experience. The events of the crucible, and the literature in the book brings a different perspective for its audience, once a correlation is devolved in similarity 1692 to 2016. Even though John Proctor is 324 years old, his reflection, mistakes, and integrity are still easily recognizable in most aspects of today’s society.
When I first entered English II, I was extremely unconfident of what was to become of myself and my progress in the next level of the subject. I had left English last year reaching an “A-“ after climbing strenuously up the “grade ladder” from a “C-“. I knew English to me was a shaky subject, and the more challenging obstacles of English II had not failed to seem rather intimidating. The obstacles to which I had to face were not only academic but also social. Do not think that I am the kind of person who clings to people or depends on needing to be with specific people in order to succeed.
However, it was rather difficult not having any friends while enduring in a demanding subject—well, at least in my case. I can say I felt isolated during English II, while in English I had many friends in which I had met before or greatly acquainted with. Now did I realize that not having any friends in my English class was not detrimental, yet actually beneficial, since I was provided less to no distraction? Despite my occasional missing of homework—which I apologize for—I felt I succeeded in focusing more on learning how to become more successful at English, especially my essay writing. Who would have known that in English I, my best score on a paper was a “60”; while in English II, my best score was a “93”? I made many mistakes in English II I wish I had not, but I knew from the very moment I got an “89” on my first critical analysis paper of sophomore year that I was actually doing something right.
Speaking of my first analysis paper, “Discrimination: Intolerance Towards Tolerance” was ultimately the first major milestone of my English class progress—I never considered anything I wrote in English I to be of any importance. I knew all of my knowledge of my past mistakes and the basics Mrs. Mastrobattisto taught me in the first couple of weeks would guide me into succeeding with the first of the grueling tasks of English II. The main things I learned in order to make this paper a success were two things: relevant quotations and drafts. Relevant quotations were a must in this paper, as there were many meaningful quotes in To Kill a Mockingbird, yet only a handful of relevant ones that could be used to support my ideas.
The other big concept was drafted. I wrote many drafts over a week—I think at least three. Each time my paper was shaped into even a better form than the last. This I had never done in English I. This paper meant a lot to me as it was the first sign of improvement since English I and gave me hope for the rest of the year.
My first analysis paper had been written with my better understanding of essay structure, but the raw knowledge of how to write could not be better displayed than in my first written piece of the year, the First Common Assessment on summer reading. This piece shows the extent of the ability of how I could write based on what I learned from English I.
And let me tell you, I was shocked to see anything above a “C”. I felt extremely anxious writing this piece at the time; probably due to the fact that I had to trace back information from a book I read five weeks earlier or that I was being timed. One of my main weaknesses was writing timed pieces, as I always tried to display my ideas with “sophisticated word choice and smooth transitions” and other material that would impress my teacher.
But as it seemed, it took too long to process and overcomplicate ideas, which ended up in hasty endings and poor analyses. I certainly succeeded with “exceptional awareness of purpose and voice” but paid the price with adequate support/insight and errors in usage/grammar. After writing this paper, I learned not to overcompensate my ideas with fancy writing and to put down the main ideas and analyses for timed essays, and to leave the really nice writing for home, where I can write for as long as I want. This experience aided me later on when I soon encountered test essays.
When one thinks of critical analysis papers, one usually recollects a sense of difficulty and stress. I thought critical analysis papers to be “long-term assignments given with generous amounts of time to complete and easily achieved with handy resources.” However, it there was anything harder to write than such a paper, it was a test essay. Test essays were the stones on the path to academic success on which you can trip and fall. Test essays acted as miniature analysis papers with no availability of resources—just whatever you studied the night before.
For example, my essay for my test on To Kill a Mockingbird was a bomb. Not only had I made worse mistakes than on the First Common Assessment, but I didn’t finish to complete the last two paragraphs—including the conclusion. No way was I able to fully analyze and collect my thoughts into a clearly written essay at the time. As I said before, timed pieces are my weakness. Yet, practice with this type of piece would further strengthen my ability to write such pieces later on.
The most important thing stressed in sophomore year is to pass the CAPT. That seemed like a lot of stress. And practicing for it made it seem even more intense. I never understood the boundaries of writing for an essay, in which case how much is too little or too much. Too little writing may cost points for inadequate analysis, while too much writing meant points off for information that may seem irrelevant or incorrect. To me, I felt that when I practiced the CAPT questions, I felt like I never wrote enough.
The enigma is that the questions are the most basic, yet call for deeply thought-out and organized ideas/answers. It being timed did not matter to me for this occasion, but the spaces given were quite deceiving. One wants to use as much space as possible, yet condense the ideas to fit yet add everything necessary. I never felt confident in my answers because I could never balance things out, either the filling of space or putting in the detail with not much space. Hopefully, I can work on that in the future.
Most of which I have written was mostly negative. That is due to the fact that it took the whole year for me to mature in my writing, and in that fact I felt unashamed. I was rather joyous on how everything I learned from Mrs. Mastrobattisto’s class, my corrected errors, and newly found confidence collided into tangible energy that I was able to possess in order to write my most recent essay, my Night Memoir. My organization of ideas, word structure, and descriptions led to the pinnacle of my English class progress.
It was truly a feat, as it was my first paper to break the “90” grade barrier. I realized from this successful piece that I created better pieces out of the true focus and experience on which I applied to this paper. This assignment was truly my favorite since it allowed me to reminisce on paper an event that changed my life, yet also apply my new skills as a writer at the same time. After having written this piece, I feel I can take on whatever English III throws at me.
English II was indeed a time of failure, resilience, success. What I had done terribly in the past I have put behind me. The failing papers and countless corrections on them seem like a distant memory. I cannot say I have become perfect at writing—far from it. But I know that I have come a long way since the beginning of the school year. What was once the anxious new sophomore is now the more confident sophomore ready to end the year. I am glad for every mistake and correction I’ve made this year. I’ve seen the worst of my writing, but I look forward to seeing the best I can become.
I owe my improvement to my English II teacher, Mrs. Mastrobattisto. Without her, I would be still a fledging writer who would never know how to write a more decent paper. I never minded her tough grading, as it was that that pushed me to improve on my skill and let be known that my efforts did not go in vain. And although I remain isolated this year and will be next year, I fiercely intend to continue to grow and mature in the hopes of becoming proficient in what I have come to respect the English language.
“How well do you know yourself?”, seems an easy question to figure out but when being asked you could be thinking twice. Do I really know myself as an individual or do I need to depend on what other people perceive on me? Somehow, a simple question becomes complex when followed by another question as possible responses or ideas become broader. Identity relates to every choice we make, and these choices reflect who we are and what we value. In our daily life, we are making choices on what we do such as what to eat, what to wear, going to work or school, or taking the bus even though the destination is just three stations away.
Every choice we make is the result of what we believe we are as a person including what we value from our experiences and the people who influenced us especially our family who has been part of our lives ever since. Even in the long run, we have choices or decisions we need to work out like choosing our priorities and objectives in life. Defining our identity is necessary as it leads you to what you want to fulfill in life, but isn’t even possible?
I grew up in the Philippines where the society is well known as collectivism. Filipinos most value the loyalty to family, extended family, and extended relationships. Most Filipino middle to low classes children is most likely obligated to support their parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews after they finish their studies. Some, generally from lower-class families go straight on finding jobs after finishing their secondary level of education just to sustain the needs of their family. Just like my aunt who went to Germany 15 years from now to provide a better life for her mom and other siblings.
According to experts, society and culture play a major role in forming a person’s identity. I believe that my family has a big impact on my current identity. But despite that, I could not deny that the people that I encountered or the environment that I had been doing influenced my perspective in different aspects.
My whole life I live in the most populous urban area of the Philippines, Metro Manila, or also known as Manila. Streets full of dirt, polluted air, garbage mostly different plastic products, worse traffic jams, and fully packed public transportation, these are the things I was so used to that I was filled with astonishment the day I arrived here in Germany.
But one thing I first noticed when I got here was how open the people are on being affectionate. I was a bit shocked seeing couples snogging along the streets during my first few days here. In my home country, you can barely know that opposite sexes are dating for unwanted stares cannot be avoided when couples display affection publicly to some extent such as snogging.
But despite how socially acceptable this matter here, I still perceive it as improper and should have done only during the couples’ private moment. Regardless of how people can be easily influenced by other cultures mainly because of the rapid growth of social media, I believe that the values implanted from wherever an individual came from cannot be easily reestablished. My ran-away strict grandmother took care of me since I was born while my hard-working single mother was a stay-in laundrywoman ironing piles of bed sheets and pillowcases on above-average working hours at a prominent hotel just five minutes away from the Manila International Airport.
My mother is sixth of nine siblings, they grew up together in a twenty-five square meter house and barely have necessities. But no matter how hard their life was, her parents always found ways to serve three meals at their table daily. Then my mother grew up and found any jobs to survive. She was a vendor, a housekeeper, a nanny, and a laundrywoman until she met my father and had me. I remember I was about five when I used to cry out to my mom and innocently asked her why she has been always out of sight even before I woke up in the morning and barely went home at night. “I need to work hard to be able to provide you milk”, she answered.
Sunday was my favorite day of the week as I got to go out with my mother and eat in a food court mall after we went to church, some Sabbath’s day I got even more excited when my grandmother comes along (of course when she was in the mood, which rarely happens). My grandmother came from the Southern part of the Philippines, Mindanao, where people are known to be authoritarian may it be influenced by the Muslims who predominated the Southern region even before the Spaniards colonized the country in 1565.
She was a 14-year old teenager who ran away from her poor ethnically iron-handed parents after she was being disciplined and almost killed by her hot-tempered and alcoholic father. Turned out to be that she was just like her parents, except on being alcoholic of course. Long umbrellas, thick rubber slippers, her favorite hard plastic hangers, and anything she sees possible, these were the classics used by my grandmother to hit, spank or throw at me whenever I did something against her moral values.
But despite how authoritarian she was, I learned to appreciate everything I have because of her. She used to always remind me and my cousin that we are lucky enough as we do not need to harvest rice or work by the sweat of our brow to earn money, we can invest to a good education in a prestigious University, and mostly we can bite whatever food we want.
Being family is the primary source of a person’s identity, I believe the humble beginnings of my mother and the way my grandmother used to discipline me at my early years served as the foundation of what I am today. Life would not get any easier, but it gets better if you work hard and have values that you are taking care of. In my case, it was the two important women who imparted me the values that I still have right now.
“Man is by nature a social animal; an individual who is unsocial naturally and not accidentally is either beneath our notice or more than human…” This quotation from Aristotle was mostly adapted by social experts especially on proving theories. Culture and family are two of the relevant aspects that I consider shaped my identity. Though I am not always with my family’s company, there were people whom I believe has also been part of my being and has taught me a lot especially in the long run. I like to differentiate them from friends and colleagues. Colleagues who just know the explicit or visible aspects I have. I call them colleagues as they are the people whom I met in school, university, and institutions that I’ve been, also had a talk for a while but just in a casual way.
People who have been part of me for years now and may include a few of my relatives, whom I had and still have a constant connection with are what I call Friends. They have known me not only the top part of the iceberg of my personality but also the aspects I hid below the water line that includes my sentimentality. These kinds of people have influenced my social skills especially in handling conversations with different people.
I have a limited basis of cultural identity as my whole life I grew up in the main city of the Philippines. Despite that, my family and I still consider some practices and traditions of people from the Southern part of the Philippines because of my grandmother. I was not exposed to an international environment since I came to Germany.
English is just my second language, so it has been a bit difficult for me to express myself with people who don’t speak my first language. Even though I’ve been here for just six months, there were things that I noticed far different from where I came from when it comes to communication. One of them is humor. I remember when I first had lunch with my aunt and her two German employers. We were talking about something and I cracked a joke to make the conversation a bit lively. But my aunt’s employers didn’t get it, so instead, it turned out to be an awkward situation. When it comes to communicating with international people, being able to relate with them is not that difficult for me.
My sense of sympathy, which I believe came from the hardships my family went through and the people I encountered, somehow helps to be able to understand different people. That’s why my expectations of other people differ in how much I know or understand them. Samovar, Porter, and McDaniel (2010) stated that the primary exposure of a person’s identity such as culturally accepted beliefs, values, and social roles came from his or her family.
I totally agree with this statement as I whenever I face arguments on different aspects, I still foremost consider what my mother and grandmother have taught me. Things such as knowing my value on getting in a relationship, keeping my feet on the ground, and even learning the household chores because I am a woman. In the same way, people I encountered and difficulties I went through have also influenced my current identity especially on dealing with either life predicaments and breakthroughs.
Determining our own identities is possible if we acknowledge the factors that affect them, may it be from culture and society we grew up with, gender identity, or ethnicity. But seeing the picture sometimes leads to confusion, but as time goes by we will learn to choose the factors that we most valued for. Eventually, those values would be instinctively reflected in our actions.
Example #6 – Interesting Ideas
Our self-perception determines our behavior – if we think we are inadequate, we act that way. If we think we are splendid, we act that way.
The pathway forward towards happiness and authenticity is not determined by something outside ourselves. It’s determined by our own thinking, our own inner process, our self-perception.
So if our way forward feels blocked, it is blocked by the way we perceive ourselves, by our fears, and how they cause us to act toward ourselves. We take forward with us our unhealed inner negative perceptions and recreate the same situations over and over.
We are stopped by what we think our needs are – what we think we want and by all the means we employ to try to escape from our fears and self-hatred.
We are stopped by thinking that if we work towards a degree, find a better job, marry this person, attend this class, try out this new way, buy these new possessions, earn this much more money, begin yet another new project – that we will find our way.
We are stopped by our lack of compassion for ourselves, by our self-loathing. It is fear that creates this self-perception.
Self-reflection infers that you have looked at traits and behaviors that you are happy you possess and ones you are less than proud of, an awareness of how some traits have harmed your personal growth, things you can do or have done to change, and what benefit that change made on your appreciation for life, family, friends.
Think of it as a moral inventory … the good and the bad that makes up who you are today. What you would like to change. (the spiritual thing to do make that happen), or the spiritual awakening from making significant changes.
If you stick to this reflection of what makes you the emotional being, sense of compassion you have become or you feel you lack and wished you could do better then I think you will make a great impression. Let it come from the heart. Other aspects of your life like your educational choices, hobbies, interests, choices in life too… but I don’t know how your instructor laid out the parameters. Take a hint from what you have been discussing in class as to where to go with it. This question is being asked under the heading of Psychology so I would have to assume this was the focus of the assignment.
You might first write down some questions about yourself that you want to answer.
An example might be:
- What are my priorities, i.e. what is truly important to me and what is not?
- What are my values?
- What is the level of my self-esteem an self-confidence?
- Who am I? How can I describe myself that describes who I believe that I am.
- What are my hang-ups? What can I do about them?
- What are my assets as a person?
These sorts of questions might help you more easily focus on your path of self-knowledge and self-improvement. I am sure you can think of other questions. In fact, that might be an early task for your journal, i.e. What do I want to know about myself?
Nobody thinks at all anymore it seems. Common courtesy – dead. Self-reflection – dead. Even in yoga, people don’t meditate to find themselves or get to the root of a problem, they mentally organize their grocery list. People are completely self-absorbed and totally un-self-aware all at the same time.
The original thought is a thing of the past.