I actually didn’t work with anybody to compose my academic mindset project. I felt that my own ideas were a good approach because it was able to share with others. The most difficult part of my writing was trying to explain how a fixed mindset was my past and a growth mindset is what I working on to grow. I started writing the first day we discuss in class about. I mostly took notes first before I started writing my thoughts, and let me tell you, it is not easy! The good approach about it was it help me to understand more of where I was at at one point in time of my life and now I’m learning and growing. I wrote in my living room because I have this big window that I like to look out of when I’m writing, but I need a glass of wine too. I choose my topic because it gives me opportunity to express some things on my mind and helps me to become a better writer. Before I able to adapt to revise my writing I am open to constructive criticism.
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"Carol Dweck theorizes that parent's well- intentioned praise contributes to the formation of unproductive fixed mindset thoughts. http://www.salon.com/2015/08/16/the_education_fad_thats_hurting_our_kids_what_you_need_to_know_about_growth_mindset_theory_and_the_harmful_lessons_it_imparts/ "Alfie Khon argues. "All we have to do is get kids to adopt the right attitude, to think optimistically about their ability to handle whatever they've been given to do". Even if, quite frankly, it's not worth doing. I definitely agree with Alfie Kohn you have to achieve. I also feel there is nothing wrong with praising your child for doing well I think it helps encourage them to keep working hard. How is that being unproductive. Dr. Carol Dweck coined the terms fixed mindset and growth mindset to describe the underlying beliefs people have about learning and intelligence. Growth mindset has more of an impact on me now than my young adult and teenages years. I’m learning to understand and appreciate on how criticism has help me to grow and become a better thinker. I believe that I was given a second chance to grow and learn from my actions.
Before I became an adult, when I was a teenager I was surrounded by a fixed mindset culture. I knew that I was intelligent I just didn't always show it in my work. I wanted to be cute was part of intelligence at the time. I also thought being the class clown was part of being smart. You had to know how to make people laugh everybody can’t do that, but I was intelligent too. I did at times have a growth mindset. At times I would be interested in a topic that one of my teachers were talking about and the more interested it became the more I wanted to learn about it. Now, granted I didn't like constructive criticism then because I always had the attitude I know everything or if I didn't I’ll just get it from somebody I know knows the work. When often times I didn’t do good in school I would either get paddled or put on punishment until I pulled my grades up. I didn’t understand the reason behind being put on punishment for not having F on your report cards. No one never really stop to think was I really understanding the curriculum that was being taught. I was on a fixed mindset at that time because I really didn’t understand what was being taught so I just didn’t learn it. “Dweck believes too many students are hobbled by the belief that intelligence is a fixed trait. She says kids with what she calls “fixed mindsets” stop trying when confronted with challenge because they’ve convinced themselves that they’re not good at math or writing or whatever the subject is”. “She argues that adults can instead, help foster a “growth mindset”- the belief that the brain is like a muscle that can grow stronger through hard work. I don’t think that it’s wrong to tell your they are smart. I look at that as being encouragement to keep pushing and work hard. What I don’t like is when your parents see that you're struggling with a subject and upset with you when your trying really hard, but you're just not grasping the concepts of what your learning. My parents had me tutor at Sylvan Learning Center when I was in highschool I guess they thought that would change my fixed mindset to a growth mindset, but it didn’t. Instead it work my nerves and caused me to have a attitude. It’s not that I didn’t want to learn I just made up in my mind what I wanted to learn. It hurted me in the long run because now I’m struggling more today as a college student and have to work extra harder to achieve. I’m at a part of my life now where as though fixed mindset can’t even be in my vocabulary. I ready for “growth mindset”. I’m eager to learn. I’m striving for greatness. My children are a reflection of me. So, when you see me at the age 37 with a backpack on my back walking through the halls of DCCC that’s a women with a growth mindset. I want to learn how to adapt more with the academic environment. I want growth mindset to be able to define me as a women, mother, as well as a college student. I never knew that learning was so important as much as I do now. I have a lot of friends that are on fixed mindset. Maybe, if they continue to see me grow they will change their mindset. I feel some people are so use to being let down and look at as a failures that they’ve gotten comfortable of the fact they can’t do no better than what their doing, so they stay at that fixed mindset. Again, you can change a fix to a growth if you work hard and stay focus. This work has value for me (Relevance/Purpose), because it gives me a opportunity to start my life in a new direction. It gives me a purpose to want more out of life then I did five years ago. Being at DCCC has started to help me create a better mindset for me when it comes to learning. I’m reading more. I’m able to ask questions without being afraid of being wrong. I’m opening up to listening more with a close mouth. I gotten a lot better with completing my homework assignments by making them more relevant to my life and not just letting them pass by or turned in late. My purpose at DCCC is to learn bottom line. I didn’t really give myself a chance in high school. I allowed everything that wasn’t important distract me from what was and that was my education. Now, that I have children I look at education differently. I’m more willing and wanting to learn. Failure is not in my vocabulary success is. So, my purpose in life is to do my very best and not just for me , but my beautiful children. https://consortium.uchicago.edu/sites/default/files/publications/Noncognitive%20Report.pdf
Growth mindset is not just about learning, but about growing from what you’ve learned. It’s wanting to work hard. In Carol Dweck articles she makes a very important quote that, “ Praising effort alone, she says, is useless when the child is getting everything wrong and not making progress. “Either students will feel misled when they are eventually confronted with the reality of their low achievement, or hollow praise will convey adults low expectations for them.” “Carol Dweck’s related concept known as “grit” (a long term persistence), there’s something disconcerting about how the idea has been used and about the broader assumption that what students most need is a “mindset adjustment. In a fixed mind people document their intelligence instead of developing them, and a growth mindset people believe that their dedication and hard work are just their starting point. As a college students I feel that I have more of a fixed mindset. Especially in Math, it is more of a fixed mindset at times because I can one minute understand what I’m learning then, other times when I’m not understanding the problems I’m ready to give up so easily. I want to have more of a growth mindset when it comes to all my learning. I need to have a more understanding in what I am learning and start to grow from what I am learning and understanding. http://www.usnews.com/news/articles/2015/11/23/teachers-parents-often-misuse-growth-mindset-research-carol-dweck-says http://www.salon.com/2015/08/16/the_education_fad_thats_hurting_our_kids_what_you_need_to_know_about_growth_mindset_theory_and_the_harmful_lessons_it_imparts/
When I was working on my Hiraeth assignment I did it myself. My approach was talking about my family dinner and my grandparents. The difficult part of my writing was talking about spending time with my grandparents because of old feelings. I truly wish my Granddaddy could meet my children, but unfortunately he passed away when I was in fifth grade. I started learning how to cook at a young age, and I must say I can cook my butt off. I wrote my project last Thursday and it was hard to stop writing because I have so much to say. I wrote my draft on my couch while the kids were running around doing God knows what. The reason I choose to write about this for my Hiraeth assignment because it’s very meaningful time in my life. I know that I will never get that time back with some of the people in my family. The laughs that made your face light up like a Christmas tree. Just to know how strong the love was in our family.
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The day it began I never knew would be the end. I was only either eight or nine. Waking up at Granddaddy's and Nana house was the best, especially when it’s a day you're having a big family dinner. You're so excited your hearts starts to race and your feet starts to do a dance. Getting together with my family was like music to my ears. Laughing and reminiscing, and playing games, just having a good time.
Oh, how I wish I could still smell my granddaddy Old Spice smell coming out of the bathroom after he put on his after shave. Nana in the bedroom putting on stocking that she knew had a run in it, but I dare not tell her that she might smack my lips. You couldn’t tell her nothing. She was tall dark and chocolate “5 7” thick in thighs, had dark pretty curly hair and legs for days! Nothing like the smell of hot grits cooking on the stove, bacon sizzling in the pan. Flap jacks were shaped like different animal shapes in on pan and last but not least a glass of fresh glass of squeezed orange juice to wash it all down. My brother Carl was always besides myself was always the first to the table. My little sister Danielle would be last because my Granddaddy made her get dress before she came down stairs. Nana wanted us to eat and get out of her kitchen she was ready to start our family dinner. Breakfast dishes cleaned up and put away and how it’s time for the big dinner festive. Nana sitting in her favorite chair that look across from my handsome Granddaddy. Grandaddy had his favorite chair, and his favorite orange slices that use to sit in a glass jar on his table that was right next to him. I use to dust off my Nana nicknacks, and they had to be right. She would have me use a dust rag for the nicknacks and the black piano that we were never allowed to play on. Oh, but she made sure that the piano stayed shiny and black. I would use a dust mop for her floors and she wanted me to do the bathrooms. I didn’t mind because I knew she was making my favorite “ blueberry peach cobbler, and my liver pate. Now, Nana could bake her butt off. She measured all her ingredients so every bite taste like some more. I loved being able to help her cook even if it was only snapping green beans, or peeling potatoes for that good potato salad. I could smell those cakes baking in the oven and the pies sitting so pretty and patiently waiting for their turn to go in the oven next. Granddad had that aroma from the pot smelling so good. I knew he was making his famous stew beef. Nobody could throw it down in the kitchen like my Granddaddy not even my Nana. My Granddaddy had that southern style cooking. He also had garden with every vegetable you could name. Granddaddy would pick his veggies and line them up from smallest to largest cucumber and tomatoes. He did not play about his garden or his food. You knew when to be in the kitchen, and when not to be, but you definitely better not have been in there while he was cooking. My grandparents had these great big mirrors that I loved to sing and dance while looking in them. I had on my regular clothes with my red slippers that had a little wedge heels to them dancing all over the house like I was on Soul Train you couldn’t tell me anything. My brother and sister was looking at me as if to say, “ Girl if you don’t go sit down somewhere where do you think your at?” I was that little that stayed dancing and singing around the house, but my sibling was not feeling that oh well. Nana still in the kitchen rolling the dough making more pies. I think she made about eight to ten pies, but who’s was counting. The only thing that I kept counting was the time because I knew that this was going to be the best family dinner ever. As dinner was still preparing I decided to go outside a play with my friends until it was time to have our family gathering. Now where grandparents lived at their were two sets of twins that I enjoyed playing with. We always played double dutch, and freeze tag and many other games. I often think about my grandparents house and what it used to look like and wonderings how does look now. Are the steps still the same? Was there still a black screen door that I knew I was not allowed to let slam, or I would get my behind tore up! As I walk back in the house the sweet smell of sweet potato pie, blueberry peach pie, apple pie oh my! I could feel my stomach start to feel up from all the blueberry peach cobbler. Did I you tell how Nana could bake some cakes that a make your lips pop. Nan always made my favorite cake strawberry shortcake and nobody was allowed to have any before I do. I actually believe she would make everybody favorite dessert. From the children to the grandchildren we all had own deserts that we liked. The day it began I never knew would be the end. I was only either eight or nine. Waking up at Granddaddy's and Nana house was the best, especially when it’s a day you're having a big family dinner. You're so excited your hearts starts to race and your feet starts to do a dance. Getting together with my family was like music to my ears. Laughing and reminiscing, and playing games, just having a good time.
Oh, how I wish I could still smell my granddaddy Old Spice smell coming out of the bathroom after he put on his after shave. Nana in the bedroom putting on stocking that she knew had a run in it, but I dare not tell her that she might smack my lips. You couldn’t tell her nothing. She was tall dark and chocolate “5 7” thick in thighs, had dark pretty curly hair and legs for days! Nothing like the smell of hot grits cooking on the stove, bacon sizzling in the pan. Flap jacks were shaped like different animal shapes in on pan and last but not least a glass of fresh glass of squeezed orange juice to wash it all down. My brother Carl was always besides myself was always the first to the table. My little sister Danielle would be last because my Granddaddy made her get dress before she came down stairs. Nana wanted us to eat and get out of her kitchen she was ready to start our family dinner. Breakfast dishes cleaned up and put away and how it’s time for the big dinner festive. Nana sitting in her favorite chair that look across from my handsome Granddaddy. Grandaddy had his favorite chair, and his favorite orange slices that use to sit in a glass jar on his table that was right next to him. I use to dust off my Nana nicknacks, and they had to be right. She would have me use a dust rag for the nicknacks and the black piano that we were never allowed to play on. Oh, but she made sure that the piano stayed shiny and black. I would use a dust mop for her floors and she wanted me to do the bathrooms. I didn’t mind because I knew she was making my favorite “ blueberry peach cobbler, and my liver pate. Now, Nana could bake her butt off. She measured all her ingredients so every bite taste like some more. I loved being able to help her cook even if it was only snapping green beans, or peeling potatoes for that good potato salad. I could smell those cakes baking in the oven and the pies sitting so pretty and patiently waiting for their turn to go in the oven next. Granddad had that aroma from the pot smelling so good. I knew he was making his famous stew beef. Nobody could throw it down in the kitchen like my Granddaddy not even my Nana. My Granddaddy had that southern style cooking. He also had garden with every vegetable you could name. Granddaddy would pick his veggies and line them up from smallest to largest cucumber and tomatoes. He did not play about his garden or his food. You knew when to be in the kitchen, and when not to be, but you definitely better not have been in there while he was cooking. My grandparents had these great big mirrors that I loved to sing and dance while looking in them. I had on my regular clothes with my red slippers that had a little wedge heels to them dancing all over the house like I was on Soul Train you couldn’t tell me anything. My brother and sister was looking at me as if to say, “ Girl if you don’t go sit down somewhere where do you think your at?” I was that little that stayed dancing and singing around the house, but my sibling was not feeling that oh well. Nana still in the kitchen rolling the dough making more pies. I think she made about eight to ten pies, but who’s was counting. The only thing that I kept counting was the time because I knew that this was going to be the best family dinner ever. As dinner was still preparing I decided to go outside a play with my friends until it was time to have our family gathering. Now where grandparents lived at their were two sets of twins that I enjoyed playing with. We always played double dutch, and freeze tag and many other games. I often think about my grandparents house and what it used to look like and wonderings how does look now. Are the steps still the same? Was there still a black screen door that I knew I was not allowed to let slam, or I would get my behind tore up! As I walk back in the house the sweet smell of sweet potato pie, blueberry peach pie, apple pie oh my! I could feel my stomach start to feel up from all the blueberry peach cobbler. Did I you tell how Nana could bake some cakes that a make your lips pop. Nan always made my favorite cake strawberry shortcake and nobody was allowed to have any before I do. I actually believe she would make everybody favorite dessert. From the children to the grandchildren we all had own deserts that we liked. When I think of Hiraeth I think about home in my room playing with my barbies while mom in burning away on the stove. Tea kettle whistling as she laughs historically on the phone with one of her girlfriends. I remember our orange leaning up against the porch door, we had a small living room! I still trying to figure out how we were able to fit it in there, but we did “LOL!” My brother always tried to take over the T.V. just because he was the oldest. I miss living with my family. I often get sad at times because we did everything together. When I was coming up we had board games in our house. Operation was one of my favorite games, besides Candy Land and Chutes and Ladders. I remember sitting at my granddaddy and nana house cracking peanuts and pecans with your nana red slippers on. Missing those good old laughs and cries from getting your behind whoop because you knew you had no business in nana Jean and Tate powder. Listening to your granddaddy in the kitchen banging the pots and pans, you knew he was cooking up something good. I always felt at home every time I went to my grandparents house. I would sit on the porch and rock in the rocking chair and listening to the cars go bye. I couldn’t wait for lunchtime. It would always be one of my favorites, grilled cheese toasted in the toaster, bologna and cheese sandwich with lettuce and tomatoes, or liver pate on crackers. I remember misbehaving and my granddaddy would act like he was getting ready to whoop my behind I knew not to keep playing with him. I miss my granddaddy he was the best cook ever. Nobody could make homemade dumplings like him. Oh, and he kept a garden full of vegetables. Anything we at healthy always came from his garden. Hiraeth is a beautiful word in the English language.It taught me that it is not direct English and that it defines other words, such as homesickness, grief or sadness.
Hiraeth is a Welsh word for which there is no English translation. It’s a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was. I haven’t really ventured to many places that I can call homesickness, however I do remember times I wish that I could go back to and that’s standing in my Nana's kitchen watching her baking cakes and pies from scratch. I remember pouring in the flower while she threw in the eggs and butter. The blending machine was steady running while all of the ingredients blend together. Hiraeth to me is like losing a big part of your childhood that you can’t get back. I had a childhood friend that I haven’t seen in over decades, “ thank God for Google!” I just wanted to see if I could find her and I did. She, now resigns in Palm Springs California. My point is I yearn to see friends that I haven’t seen in years. A part of me was gone when we separated, so when we connected on facebook, it was like she never left and it felt good to be able to connect with her again, and even though we are long distance we will always keep in touch. Hiraeth also to me was my writing in music. I lost touch in my writing music by getting caught up in other things that didn’t really help me in my life it more so was a disaster and caused what could have been is now never going to happen. When I would write music it was very deep, and it mainly was about love, and how to love, and wanting to be loved. I get homesick sometimes just thinking about it. I still want to write love songs, but I just don’t have the time write now. Hiraeth can be a beautiful thing or it can be a sad thing who knows.
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