Thursday, November 26, 2015
Final Reflection
So its been an extremely eventful week with us having to do up multitudes of assignments all over again, like back in the last 7 months of SAM. It has been a great program so far, meeting new friends and reinforncing relationships with old friends, making new ones. Especially from other classes where, they have a different set of attitudes and personalities. Mr. Irham was amazing too, with his charming personality driving us to push better in our class. Essentially its been an super fun week with all sorts of activities. Am thankful to be able to attend this class and we wish to her everyone here again, in another lifetime.
Career Test
Results: ISFP (Artist)
I can truthfully remark that I do not possess any particular sort of affinity towards the arts culture, as I am a scientifically driven individual. Everything pertaining my results for my career choices are indeed not suitable to my liking, other than being a musician. I can concur that it is a noble profession that requires a lot of discipline in order to attain a respectable title of being a established musician. Everything other career choice stated here is not to my favor, and I am more academically driven or inclined towards biological aspects of life, so all these art professions do not pull any strings on me.
I can truthfully remark that I do not possess any particular sort of affinity towards the arts culture, as I am a scientifically driven individual. Everything pertaining my results for my career choices are indeed not suitable to my liking, other than being a musician. I can concur that it is a noble profession that requires a lot of discipline in order to attain a respectable title of being a established musician. Everything other career choice stated here is not to my favor, and I am more academically driven or inclined towards biological aspects of life, so all these art professions do not pull any strings on me.
Personality Test
Results: ISFP
Mostly partially true, as am an introvert and extrovert at times, or better known by ambivalence, as I am governed by social requirements at that particular point in time. It states that I am an artist, however, I have little to no interest in art, unless music is considered as a form of art. I prefer music as it is the window to my soul and it relieves me in no way another person could. It is my savior. I am truly happy with being myself and thankfully, others appreciate that part of me. However, if a criticism does get through, it is true that I am not able to handle such matters well. Usually, I handle kindly phrased commentary from other human beings, and valuing it as another perspective to act as a catalyst to fuel my undying passions in new directions. But however, if the comments are more biting and less mature, I can flip out in the most bizarre manner possible.
Mostly partially true, as am an introvert and extrovert at times, or better known by ambivalence, as I am governed by social requirements at that particular point in time. It states that I am an artist, however, I have little to no interest in art, unless music is considered as a form of art. I prefer music as it is the window to my soul and it relieves me in no way another person could. It is my savior. I am truly happy with being myself and thankfully, others appreciate that part of me. However, if a criticism does get through, it is true that I am not able to handle such matters well. Usually, I handle kindly phrased commentary from other human beings, and valuing it as another perspective to act as a catalyst to fuel my undying passions in new directions. But however, if the comments are more biting and less mature, I can flip out in the most bizarre manner possible.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Personal Reflection
A Simple Gesture
I was on my way home when I noticed a boy in front of me had tripped on a rock and dropped all of the books he held onto. I proceeded to help the boy pickup the strewn articles. As we were heading in the same direction, I helped to lift a part of his burden. I found out the boy’s name was Victor, that he appreciated literature, and that he was lacking behind in his studies and that family turmoil has added upon his predicament. We reached his residence, and I was invited in for drinks and some checkers. The evening quickly passed by, and I had to leave. Almost certainly, we quickly became an inseparable bunch. We never stopped seeing one another, had dinner with our families a few times, then we both succesfully graduated from high school. At long last. One day, Victor pulled me out of our clan of friends and asked me if we could talk. He reminded me of that fateful day years ago when we encountered one another.
Coincidentally he was cleaning out his locker to allow the next person to use it. He red away some of his mother's sleeping pills and was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, he realized that if he had killed myself, he would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. Then it hit me.
When I picked up those books that day, I did a lot more than picking up his books, I saved his life.
So, I learned that the little gestures could have really helped make someone turn over a new leaf and to not resent his or her actions later on, and has still impacted me deeply until this day.
I was on my way home when I noticed a boy in front of me had tripped on a rock and dropped all of the books he held onto. I proceeded to help the boy pickup the strewn articles. As we were heading in the same direction, I helped to lift a part of his burden. I found out the boy’s name was Victor, that he appreciated literature, and that he was lacking behind in his studies and that family turmoil has added upon his predicament. We reached his residence, and I was invited in for drinks and some checkers. The evening quickly passed by, and I had to leave. Almost certainly, we quickly became an inseparable bunch. We never stopped seeing one another, had dinner with our families a few times, then we both succesfully graduated from high school. At long last. One day, Victor pulled me out of our clan of friends and asked me if we could talk. He reminded me of that fateful day years ago when we encountered one another.
Coincidentally he was cleaning out his locker to allow the next person to use it. He red away some of his mother's sleeping pills and was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, he realized that if he had killed myself, he would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. Then it hit me.
When I picked up those books that day, I did a lot more than picking up his books, I saved his life.
So, I learned that the little gestures could have really helped make someone turn over a new leaf and to not resent his or her actions later on, and has still impacted me deeply until this day.
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