- Courtney N. Huff English Comp 100
I have now attended my first two college classes. My professor excites me with his knowledge of alternate learning. It has been well over 10 years since I have had assignments to write. Since that time, research has showed there are other ways to get students excited about writing, as well as being able to express themselves in a non-traditional manner. My teacher has shown us these methods in class, as well as assigned work in this non-traditional way. I truly believe this was the perfect class with the perfect instructor to re-start my college career. The first week he outlined the class and where he wants to take our minds, if we let him. As a very strong willed woman, I am slightly concerned about this because I worry if I can let someone shape my mind. I do however believe he can show me ways to express feelings that normally stay pent up inside. I am not a Facebook drama poster, nor do I willingly offer my feelings unless prompted by ones I truly trust. A feeling of anxiety has been in the pit of my stomach for over a week now, to the point of me questioning myself on seeking help/medication. I am very overwhelmed with the amount of work being given, as I am not a full time student, but full time everything else. We were assigned the creation of a website. In this past week’s class we were going to work on it together. Of course me and technology do not always mix, I sit at the desk that the computer’s arm is floppy. Then, I move next to my classmate Lin, to a computer that says “No VDID Cable”. Every damn cable was attached. I now have my teacher’s attention, as well as everyone else behind me. Why can’t I just sit in the back like normal people? No I have to be right in the front. Like I always say to Kyle “Best seat in the house”. At this point my face is turning red and no one understands but Lin. Moving back to the floppy computer to look at it with a lean, a young man gets up goes to the other computer, and sits back down. Boom! It’s fixed. Feeling defeated of not knowing technology as good as some of the other students, I sink in my chair and remain quiet. Internet is slow and we get a verbal instruction instead of a visual. Ok….Now to figure this out on my own. I studied his old student’s sites and every YouTube video I could find. My product is not too bad. I spent all of Friday afternoon and evening on it. So, naturally feeling very accomplished, I did nothing but take my son to football practice on Saturday. The rest of the day spent in bed watching TV, playing puzzles with Grace and enjoying being in PJ’s with my family on a rainy day. Obviously, I stayed up way to late as I was not tired. Sunday morning Grace wakes up at 7 and I feel like I needed to be up at 5. I still have 2 assignments to do, my husband cleaned the whole house yesterday while I was in bed so I promised to clean our room, I need to make bacon mac and cheese for Sunday dinner (Thank GOD For Crockpots!!!). I did manage to organize the pantry and under the sink before my husband wakes. Quick grocery shop and I’m back home. Kyle is cutting the grass and Grace playing in driveway. Awesome, because now I have time to get mac and cheese ready. Looking through the freezer I start to meal plan for the week. Busy with patients at the office and PTA Wednesday I do not have finances this week for take-out. My daughter also starts her first day of Preschool tomorrow. My mind weighs heavy with this thought. I am close anyway, if I need to be there quick. I pray I do not need to be there quick. Speaking of many prayers, a friend of the family is being induced today at 28 weeks gestation. She was on hormones to become pregnant, and the cancer cells that lay dormant have now taking over her body and she needs Chemo quick. My mother in law tells me that each Oz of breast milk the baby will need, will cost them $40.00. I pray for the safe delivery, the strength of baby and momma, and that God gives them everything they need. This was my first reflection assignment and I am not quite sure I hit it on the mark. Just made notation in notebook to look at other classmates reflections and see what they produced.