I have been sitting here staring at the screen trying to remember a positive learning experience related to academics, and I have come to the realization that this did not really happen for me until college. Although I obviously learned many life lessons in high school through both good and bad experiences, I do not consider any moment worth writing about that really shaped my learning experience academically until I began my path to pursue a degree in communication disorders. In middle school and high school, I was always a good student. I almost always made straight A’s, a couple B’s here and there, but put no genuine effort into getting those grades; It has just always come very naturally to me. I am the type of learner that really soaks it up in class, takes extremely neat (almost obsessive compulsively neat) notes, and can remember while taking a test what color highlighter I used on the terms the questions are asking me to recall. Upon entering college, I soon realized that just listening in class wasn’t going to cut it in the CD Department at Marshall, and expanded my study habits quite dramatically. The professors in this program have pushed me intellectually, and I am at the point where I can say I am extremely grateful for this. Although I will admit that there have been many nights where I have wanted to do nothing less than read another textbook and mornings where I thought I was going to shoot my alarm clock if the snooze button went off one more time, I am such a better person now for pushing through those times. I have grown up so much in college and have learned that sometimes there are responsibilities in life that force you to “just keep swimming” as Dori from Finding Nemo oh so intellectually stated. As I paid my diploma fee and sent off my graduate application a couple weeks ago, it so incredible to realize that this crazy ride was worth every sleepless night and groggy morning.
Anyway, to tell an actual story of a very positive learning experience, I will share with you a mission trip I took my sophomore year of high school to the Dominican Republic with my church through SCORE International. I absolutely consider this trip to be the most life-changing experience I have ever encountered. Before leaving, I remember watching these videos about the poverty in this country and feeling so heart-broken for these people who had to endure this way of life in a third world country. I spent those 2 weeks visiting an orphanage for disadvantaged children, putting on puppet shows and a vacation bible school, presenting the gospel to the capital city through tracks, and cooking meals for local villages. I became close with a particular group of girls and remember how excited they were to see my red nail polish. This may seem like a silly part of my trip to share, but it really touched my heart. The very next morning I walked to Jumbo, (the spanish version of Wal-mart) and bought all the red nail polish I could find, and spent the rest of the days painting nails. These children had never had this privilege and were so thrilled; They kept saying they felt like “famosas personas” or “famous people.” Their parents worked hard just to provide food and shelter and would never have extra money for something like nail polish.
But honestly, what shocked me most about the people of this village wasn’t how poor they were or how many lived under tarps and wore the same clothes everyday, but what shocked me the most was the joy they had. At a church service, I can’t explain the way I felt when I heard the familiar tune of Amazing Grace being sang in a language I couldn’t quite understand. It was the same great God, no matter what the culture, language, race.. I saw that none of that matters. These people had nothing, and yet they had everything. The trip as a whole made me feel so blessed, yet so selfish and greedy and awful about the way I was living. Sometimes I get caught up in life and forget about this trip and the lessons I learned in the DR. I forget of Daniella and her mother who invited me in their home and wept tears of joy because she was so thankful for the food we brought them. I began that trip feeling sorry for them, and left feeling so sorry for myself and America for losing touch with the important things in life.
In regards to my research study, I plan to make use of the Aphasic clients and their caregivers here at MUSHC. The caregivers could provide stories through interviews about the clients and lend very valuable information to my study.
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