Reflecting

My program has this huge focus on reflective practice. When we do something, we have to reflect back on it- what was good, what was not, what to do differently next time, etc. etc. Really, my only problem with this is it gets a bit too emotionally involved for me. Honestly, I don't want my academic adviser, who is fairly low on my list of "people I like" to read about how I'm feeling about...well anything really. I am so ridiculously sick of "reflecting" and then having to share it with random faculty members. I find it highly irritating. Anyway, it's the end of the semester, I am completely exhausted after a couple of very challenging weeks at school, I'm starting to prep for finals, and here I find myself, this Friday night, needing to reflect. I decided I couldn't really write- the thought of my adviser reading whatever I had to honestly say was too much. So I got a bit creative and made a powerpoint. I had fun and I'm proud of it, so I thought I'd post it. Here's a bit of the life of me! Oh and...some of you or your children might be in it if I have seen you in the last 6 months or so.

Presentation

A Poem

I was introduced to this today. I like it!

My Many Colored Days
By Dr. Seuss

Some days are yellow
Some days are blue.
On different days
I'm different too.

You'd be surprised
How many ways I change
On different colored days.

On bright red days
How good it feels
To be a horse
And kick my heels.

On other days I'm other things.
On bright blue days
I flap my wings.

Some days of course
Feel sort of brown.
Then I feel slow
And low, low down.

Then comes a yellow day
And, wheel
I'm a busy, buzzy bee.

Gray day...Everything is gray.
I watch.
But nothing moves today.

Then all of a sudden
I'm a circus seal!
On my orange days
That's how I feel.

Green days.
Deep deep in the sea
Cool and quiet fish
that's me.

On purple days
I'm sad.
I groan.
I drag my tail.
I walk alone.

But when my days are happy pink.
It's great to jump
And just not think.

Then come my black days.
Mad.
And loud.
I howl.
I growl at every cloud.

Then comes a mixed-up day.
And wham!
I don't know who or what I am!

But it all turns out all right, you see.
And I go back to being...me.