REFLECTION AFTER SECOND PAPER ON GLASS HOUSE
  
  I find it so hard to put my words onto paper.  It is so much easier to talk aloud but when I sit and try to write, I find myself getting so frustrated.  I type, I highlight, I delete. And this goes on for quite a bit until I can manage to get the words out to at least half way of what I am trying to communicate. 
    

 

I find myself not knowing which way I want to go with something, sometimes going in ten different directions.  I usually know where I want to end, just not sure which path I want to use to get there.  This paper was especially hard for me, I don't know why I struggle so much, maybe I overthink it.

 

After finishing each paper, I literally feel exhausted, and drained.  I can only compare it to "white coat syndrome", where just the thought raises your blood pressure, even though it is not really anything painful.

 

I look forward to more papers, as weird as it may seem, anytime you can improve on a weakness, it makes a person so proud and accomplished.  I truly feel like Rocky, except I didn't run up stairs and there isn't any music playing in the background, and to be honest I don't even know what song was actually in the movie... But we will just go with it, because it seems like a good comparison,  :)

My First College Paper.

     Frustration, doubt, and accomplishment are all feelings that went into this paper.  I thought prior to taking this course, it would be a breeze.  I write letters every day for patients and their daily needs.   I write letters fighting with insurance companies when we don't agree something is medically necessary.  This was nothing like I expected.
     I had to revert back to things I was taught over thirteen years ago.  I made an outline and just filled in the blanks, paragraph by paragraph.  When I think back I cannot believe the time I put into making a three page paper.  I made many attempts at getting my thoughts onto paper, but found myself highlighting and deleting quite often.  You would think someone like me who likes to talk a lot would find it easier than I did. 
     When thinking forward, this probably has helped me to realize that I need to prioritize my time better, having a good chunk of time, rather than fitting it in between being a taxi for my kids and small breaks at work. 
     My motivation through this was the want to finish.  I think it was a neat feeling of accomplishment when I could sit back and say, I just finished my first college paper!