Learning About Myself

Today, through naviance.com we were able to take the learning style test, personality test, and part of the career choices test. In summary of the learning style test, I work best when my environment is quiet and prefer bright light. Moreover, through the personality test I was able to realize the strengths and weakness of my personality in which includes of being a good listener and not dominating the conversation, as well as blind spots such as appearing to be less enthusiastic than you may really be. The booklet test that I am partly done is very detailed and includes a lot of jobs and I hope to find the one that fits for me the most from the list.

Values

Your values are also an essential factor when choosing your future career and each of us have a certain value that we consider necessary to have in our environment. Last writing class, we were assigned an activity in which we were told to cut out the following values and paste it into a construction paper in the order from the most important to the least important items you want to be included in your career. It was vital to be honest with your list and that the list reflected on your thoughts, not regarding to what others thought about it.

Talents

In my words, talent is the our own unique natural gift we receive from God and in which the amount of talent does not matter from the characteristics of us.

Through youth skills website I was able to realize what I am good at, and there were many categories that I didn't even know or consider as talents. Some including being able to self-control, or ability to control my behavior, and I am able to easily listen to others during meets or regular conversations. Furthermore, because I have moved so much in my past and had to adapt different environments, I've developed a new talent in which I can now adjust to changes and new conditions fairly quickly. Although I have no natural talent in art, I feel the most confident in expressing my thoughts through this particular skill.

Thought Questions

How do you plan on choosing a career?
Choosing a career is a major decision of my life; It deals with my future and it may possibly be where I will be stuck at for the rest of my life. My career would depend on my academics as well as the area that I am especially good at or have special interests on. There are much more careers available for me than I am aware about now and planing would be necessary. Many resources about careers and jobs are available in the internet and when searching through the resources, I would choose a job with a reasonable income as well as balance it out with what I know will enjoy doing.

Does your gender make a difference?
Although the old view of dividing male and female's domain of work area have been improved, choosing your career may heavily depend on your gender. For example, many mothers have part time jobs or even no particular specialities, being the housekeeper most of the time. Furthermore, some say that it is wrong for the leader's place or higher positioned job is handed to females. On the other hand, I think that unlike the society that we have now, both female and male would be judged equally when coming to job opportunities regarding to the fact that education have improved.

Who will help you choose your career?
My parents are the most influential people on me, as well as my friends. My mother is a dentist, thus, I had seen the grim sides of being one of her, and especially because I downright hated having to see "blood" I knew that doctors of any kind was out of my list. My friends are also a great help to me in choosing my career, as we are able to discuss our areas of interests with out the pressures of parents.

Can the bible offer any help?
Another source that I may be able to receive help is from God's words, the Bible. It does not tell us directly of what careers we should choose, but it informs us of the right path we should take especially when it comes to choices. Moreover, we can connect our lives to the parables in the Bible, and through the Bible, God may be able to direct us to the plans that he had set up for us.

Simple Steps in Making a Chocolate

        Sweetness is the best advice I can give you to cease your mom's anger, especially a hand-made one. Its the most acceptable apology you can give (your opposition will be driven out by the sugar than to care more about your apology), and if you are in need of romantic performance this is the how-to. This is the simplest recipe in making a chocolate that will come out ambrosial no matter what your cooking skills are.
        Lets start with gathering your ingredients and other necessary materials. You need chocolate molds, small plastic bags, ribbon wires, melting use-chocolate and sprinkles are an option. First, melt the chocolate (in a bowl) using a microwave and clean the molds while doing so. Next, pour the melted chocolate into the mold and put sprinkles if you want extra decoration. Now all you have to do is harden the chocolate by putting it in the refrigerator. It wont take long especially if you don't open the refrigerator door often by curiosity. After the chocolate is hardened, take it off from the molds and put them in small plastic bags and seal them by ribbon wires.....and your done :D

Quote Response

"Sometimes things can go right only by first going very wrong." (Edward Tenner)

There’s always that time when you get to know about something better after you make the big mistake. You may ask, why make the mistake when you may be able to understand it with out it. Well for some of us, if they had never crashed into that particular uphill of their life, they never would of tried it, and as a result, would never have gotten to enjoy the downhill. For example I had a time at a theme park where my peers decided to go on the free fall ride. I was one of the absolute protesters and if it wasn’t for my friend who yanked me into the waiting line, I would of never even thought of trying it. It was too late to get out of the line by then because people were constantly being added into the line and there already was a long line building up behind me. Terrified, as my seat began to lift up, I shut my eyes tight and started searching for prayers. Again, it was my friend who told me to open my eyes. What lay beyond me was bewitching. Although I could only see a small part of Auckland beyond the theme park, it was pure New Zealand-ness with towers and all, especially the fact that it was in harmony with its greenness. What came next were more thumbs up-we began to fall.  After the ride, I got to know that I actually enjoyed it and it was my friend who claimed that she was never going to try the ride again. So, in summary, although you might never want to get involved in some particular act, once you try it or get involved by mistake, you might learn new things about it, and maybe get to like it….and might as well as do that crazy thing all over again.

The Story of the Migrant Mother

(Write the story of the Great Depression from the migrant mother's point of view.)

Hesitating, I woke up into the still dull and foggy morning, maybe expecting for a miracle to happen, maybe for this hunger to end.... if there was just a cure for this sickness. Filled with worries of all sorts, I looked beyond the cracked window to the land that has become parched and futile in which can no longer support my family. Then squinted further into the distance, pass the streets where my homeless neighbors now wondered about in despair, with their bare feet against the dusty land, and dark circles boldly shown beneath their hollow eyes. It has been days since my children and I have last eaten a decent meal and I have lost the count of time. Hope was the only thing left, and I too, wanted to give up...sigh...but I know that I will never be able to leave my children behind. Perhaps this will get better. Perhaps. Then a sudden thought struck into my mind, if only. I startled myself by realizing that I was waking up George and Eddie. "We're leaving," I grabbed onto each of my children's wrist pulling them up. Perhaps I could start again. In a new place...by chance, it might be better there.

The train squealed and pumped in rhythm as it speed down past my village. It would lead us to another place, another world. A new seed of hope spread across my mind as my children leaned on me covering their eyes from the dust spraying from the train. Perhaps, but this would be our last hope.