Independent vs Dependent Learning

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After reflecting on the year as a whole, I realized how my Ole Miss experiences have differed from those of my high school years. More importantly, I have seen an increased amount of personal growth in myself than I have in high school. In fact, I feel that I have become a more independent learner and person compared to high school.

Take a look at my Weekly Artifact: NEVER LOFT YOUR BED ALONE . My head got ahead of my capabilities and there wasn’t a soul there to talk me out of it. I made up a list of why would it be a good idea to loft my bed rather than why it is not a good idea to loft my bed. When I look back on this moment, all I can think is “Only Madelyn Moments”. This simple example demonstrates how I have begun to think independently about life decisions. Although I think this was a huge learning moment for my personal life, I believe that this is dramatically different from how I would have acted in high school. During those four short years of my life, I had to have permission from my parents before I did something. This prevented me from making the bad decision or not thinking something through entirely. In college, I don’t have to have parental consent. If you had asked me a year ago if I would decide to do something without asking my parents first, I would laugh in your face. Now I am making all kinds of decisions on my own, whether it be about personal matters such as what I am going to eat for lunch to educational decisions about doing my homework. Therefore, I believe that through out my first year at Ole Miss, I have become more of an actively independent person in my life actions.

My independent thinking was not limited to the personal life experiences. In my educational opportunities, I have become more independent than my high school self. If you consider my Weekly Artifact: Math Master , it becomes more clear how I have begun to have to think and learn independently. This post highlights how I have developed many perspectives on how to solve a math problem. I was presented with a problem from a class I have never taken and was able to solve it because of what I have learned from another math course. In high school, I can guarantee that if I was presented with a problem like that, I would have gone straight to the teacher and they would have showed me how to solve it. Absolutely no outside problem solving. I think this example really goes to show how I have begun to further my knowledge and be less dependent on a teacher spoon feeding me the information. This idea of independent problem solving becoming one of my strengths in college is evident in other classes as well. I believe that this really demonstrates who this one skill is not only new, but one that can help me in life and other educational obstacles.

In my Classroom Ideas post, I mentioned how I hated group projects. What I have realized during my first year in college is that I absolutely hate having to rely on other people doing work that will affect my grade. I guess this labels me not only as a person comfortable with doing things independently (even if it means more work on my behalf), but it also classifies me as a control freak. I am a perfectionist and have come to the conclusion that I work better by myself than with other people. In high school, I absolutely dreaded independent projects. Anytime I had the opportunity to work with my friends, I did it. I believe that my high school self would also rely on other people to do the work for me. I absolutely hated research, writing/composing the final project. Oh my how times have changed through out this first year at Ole Miss. I think a lot of this stems from the fact that I was a very lazy learner and relied on people more than I did on myself. I also believe this demonstrates how I have grown as an individual with one year of being out of high school.

So what changed within this last year that made me such an independent person? I believe that my attitude towards my grades and reputation in college is way more important than it was in high school. During grade school, your grades were important to your teachers’ reputations, thus your grade was a reflection of how the teacher wanted to be represented. At Ole Miss, your grades represent nothing more but yourself and your work ethic. I truly realized this when I posted my Weekly Artifact: History or Theology . I talked about how in my history class I read a book that paralleled and contradicted beliefs/parts of the Bible. As I was commenting, I realized that not only did I view myself as an independent learner, but I learned how to conform to be independently different from class to class. Since my teacher was a nonbeliever, I had to conform my personal thoughts into a manner that the opposing viewpoint would at least respect. I think this post and comment really demonstrates how college has uniquely shaped me into the learner I am today. In high school, I would have easily just written the paper or assignment in the exact manner that my teacher would want, even if this meant putting my personal beliefs aside. With this new concept of my grades representing me, I want them to be the best they can be which required me to learn how to individualize my courses.

I think on a much larger scale, being independent from parental control, high school “babying” and collaborative work has better prepared me for future classes and moments in my career. This first year of college has been nothing more than a “trial-and-error” year. I have made the spontaneous decisions and learned. I have been presented with a problem without teacher assistance and learned. I have failed many assignments across all my courses and learned. Time and time again, I have begun to develop into a well rounded learner who does more than copies down notes, regurgitates it on tests and assignments, then forgets about it. With each experience in college, I realized how independent of a student and individual I have become compared to the high school version I once was.


Basic Web Design of Sephora

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My weakness is online shopping. It has always been an issue ever since I got my debit card. With that being said, there is one website that I look at once a day; Sephora. While the merchandise is a main reason why I like the website, I think it is because of how it is organized. When you first open the website, there are a list of sales located at the very top. Who doesn’t love a good sale on makeup? A part from there being sales on things that I “must have”, they present them in a very flashy way. For example, if they are have a sale on lipstick they show a picture of the item and then in big font they have the percentage of the discount on top of it. With these two simple piece of information, I know whether or not I want to spend time looking at it (even though most of the time I do). Another thing I love about Sephora’s website is the organization of finding the items that I know I want. Right underneath the sales at the top they have tabs that link you to each kind of product they sale. But they don’t stop there! Once you click on the tab a drop list of each specific brand pops up. So within two clicks, you are directly at the product you want. How easy is that? I think that I want to include a lot of this simple organization and visuals to my project. I really think that by doing this my website will be more appealing.


Weekly Artifact: Independence

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I had a moment this week were I realized how independent of a person I really am. Ever since I have been in college, I’ve been told “you are such a little adult” and “you’re so mature for your age”. Even my biology teacher called me the “problem solving adult of the class”. While I never understood what these statements meant and if they were in a positive or negative tone, I knew that I wasn’t like most kids my age. This past weekend my parents were in town. I was at dinner with them one night and they told me these things that I have been hearing my freshman year. I finally gave in and asked why I was told that for so long. My parents gave me the typical parental response, so likewise, I gave the typical child response; ignored them. In the past few days, this question had been eating at me. As far as I knew, I was just like any normal kid in college who makes stupid mistakes, procrastinates studying and eats junk food just because I can. How is that “mature” or being a “little adult”? The deeper I thought, I began to realize that I am not just a normal college student. I have never skipped a class, I don’t go out and party, I don’t drink (literally gag at the taste), I attend church every Sunday, I have no problem eating by myself, and I am not here to get my “MRS Degree”. I don’t mean to write this weekly artifact about how good of a person I am (I’m not perfect in any way), but I finally drew the connections between these statements and my actions. I also realized during this time that I have a ton to work on as an individual. Looking at the big picture of this realization, I have learned many things during my first time away from my parents, but there are many situations and skills that I am still in need of improvement. I think the reason this artifact was so profound for me was because I had a moment of self evaluation for not only my academic life, but for my personal life.


Weekly Artifact: Procrastination at it’s Finest

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Since it is the last week to work on this project, I guess it would be a good time for me to draw the connection between what I have done in the past and what I should do in the future. A few weeks ago in history, we had a 6 paged essay to write over a book we had read outside of class. Well I must have thought I was super woman or something because I waited until two days before it was due to write a draft, take it to my professor to edit, and revise it accordingly. Well, unlike I had hoped for, my professor basically told me to re-write my paper. Now I had heard the constant lectures about not to pull an all nighter and that your brain goes to sleep after a certain amount of time, but I was left with no option. My point in including this story into my commonplace book is not to fault my first (and last) all nighter, but to remind myself that this wasn’t a good idea. When I was looking at my rough draft today, I thought to myself, “DONT DO IT….DONT YOU DARE PUT IT OFF!” So, I am going to publish this post and go work on my paper, because it is a miracle my friends are still my friends and I am still functioning normally after my days of running on no sleep.


Connect 10: Timberlake’s Concert

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The most memorable introduction that has stuck with me was with my celebrity crush, Justin Timberlake. My junior year in high school he went on his 20/20 tour with songs from his new album. My friends knew of my love for him so when they surprised me with tickets I couldn’t wait. Now, I don’t know if this introduction was so memorable just because I was looking at the love of my life since I was a little girl listening to NSYNC, or if the introduction was really memorable by the elements in which it started. A part from me looking at my lifetime crush, the there was a huge replica of the machine you use during a Retinoscopy at the eye doctor. I remember initially thinking how strange it was to have medical equipment as a part of a concert, but I was just going to roll with it. Once I realized that his tour was about 20/20 vision of the future, everything because into focus (lol,what a pun?!). As the intro music started, I saw this elevator rising and there were letters spelling out his name through the eye machine. As soon as the beginning note of his song “Pusher Love Girl”, the elevator curtains dropped and there he stood. After talking about the purpose of an introduction in class, I realized that the elements to this opening concert were so complex. I think that each of his introduction played a part in getting people to look at the stage, hold their attention and promote his new album. In conclusion, I think that just like how the concert opened in such a complex yet simple manner, I should include things that subtly express the complexity and have that final, “wow” moment with my thesis.


Weekly Artifact: Phi Mu = Labor Union

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I had a hard time thinking about a moment this week in which I had made a connection. After spending some time writing my list of things that have happened this week, and doing some studying for my history midterm, I discovered that I drew a connection without my realization. In history class, we were talking about the different labor unions that were created during the time of industrialization. More importantly, they were very selective and secretive about the people and things of which they discussed. Without consciously realizing what I was writing I wrote “Phi Mu Rituals” in my history notes. We are currently preparing for rush and there are so many things of which we, as a sorority, keep under-wraps and private. While I don’t know why labor unions who petitioned things made me think of Phi Mu, I know that I drew a connection between my personal life to an event in history.


Weekly Artifact: NEVER LOFT YOUR BED ALONE

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As soon as we were given this particular assignment, I knew exactly what I was going to write about for this week. I was doing my daily stocking on Facebook last night and came across an article on “10 ways you change while at college your freshman year”. Of course my curious mind overtook my body and I clicked on the link. I was so humored by the things the author suggested. In fact, I could instantly give you an example to correspond with each of the 10 points that were made. For instance, one of the points was about how you learn to be spontaneous, because you have the absence of your mother telling you its probably not a good idea. The irony of that is that just yesterday, I had the smart idea to loft my dorm bed, just because I was tired of how my room was arranged. With the help of my $2 rubber mallet purchase at Walmart, I was able to complete take a part my bed with only one bruised knee. I looked at my bed, which was in three pieces, and realized that I could not lift the bed, on my own, above my head. At this moment, I realized I had made a huge mistake. So what did I do, sit on the floor with my bed in pieces and just sob on the phone with my mom. While she found it humorous, I was concerned that I wouldn’t have a place to sleep and was convinced that I needed to come home. After I had the stable reasoning and advice from my mom on FaceTime, I was able to loft my bed. Still to this moment I don’t understand why I made such a spontaneous decision. Why I thought I could take apart and reassemble a bed is beyond me, but nonetheless I did it.

The reason I thought to include this example was because with something as simple as a Facebook post and a stupid idea/action, I was able to draw a connection. Even further, I was drawing these connections without even realizing it. I think that this was an important learning moment for me, because I always feel that a weakness in my writing is drawing connections between two articles. I have a new perspective in the sense that I have learned how to be more aware of the times I draw connections.


A Texan’s Bridge Project

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“The American Dream through the eyes of a Texan”
Being a girl that was raised in Texas, home to a distinct and unique culture, I feel that my perception of the American Dream differs from those of other states and cultures. Throughout this list, I hope to relay how the “Texas Things” are influential on the larger picture, The American Dream.

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  1. You drive a truck…or at least your daddy does

Whether you’re at the grocery store, school or shopping mall, you can’t park without witnessing ten to twenty people jumping in/out of a pick-up truck. It has been something that Texas men and women have found to be important to own. In relation to the American Dream, I can’t help but realize how materialistic Americans are. The pick-up truck, with all the bells and whistles, is a Texas version of a luxury.  Americans claim to have the freedom to be who they want, but in reality they all try to fit in to a mold that society sets.

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  1. The Bigger the Better

The common statement, “Everything’s bigger in Texas” is beyond true. For us Texas girls, we like our hair to be voluminous and teased. We live by the thought that the higher the hair, the closer to heaven. To me, I feel that this relates directly to how we view the American Dream. We Texans feel the American Dream is big and endless. Being surrounded by this culture, I believe that to be an American you can and must dream big. If you truly take advantage of this opportunity, you can achieve anything your imagination engineers.

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  1. Mexican food (Tex-mex) is only good in Texas

First things first, it’s called Queso, not cheese dip. For any true Texan, hearing something so delicious be called cheese dip is borderline disgraceful. I’m a firm believer that Texas has the best Mexican food. In opposition, many people think their state’s food is better. There is one thing neither of us can deny; most Americans’ appetites have moved to eating for pleasure, not just for sustaining life. Part of the American dream, in my opinion, is finding joy in what this country has to offer. Whether its food or other things, it’s our privilege as Americans to indulge ourselves.

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  1. Road construction is inevitable

When I drive home from school, the second I cross the state line, I see nothing but construction signs and cones. No matter where I am in Texas, you have to add extra time to your travel plans for construction traffic. I feel that Texas road construction compares exactly to the fact that Americans are always expanding and moving in their desire for something new. I believe that Americans are constantly taking what they have, finding new paths to broaden their horizons, while fighting through the obstacles in the way of their final destination or desire.

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  1. Texas =  Cowboys

If you were born and raised in Texas, someone in your genealogy is a Cowboy. Much like a cowboy, The American Dream is simple, yet complex. I think many Texans disagree on what it means to be an American. Nothing sums up this argument better than America allowing states to decide if the right to openly carry weapons is legal or not. Representing the “cowboy” way, Texas recently passed laws allowing individuals with the proper license to carry weapons openly.  There has been nothing but arguments on this decision. This is a prime example of how something simple becomes complex.

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  1. Family is the most important thing

Family trumps all American rights…even the right to privacy! Texans put family first in all circumstances. To me, Americans should work together for a common good and protect each other, while understanding even family has differences. Instead, in my opinion, America has moved away from considering ourselves one big family. For example, other nations fight us and pose threats, but we fight amongst ourselves which is an even greater threat. I think to call yourself an American, you must demonstrate nothing but love and respect for your fellow Americans.

  1. Texans have one volume…LOUD

If it were possible, I would write a letter to Thomas Jefferson thanking him for granting us the freedom of speech. In Texas, if we have an opinion, we say it loud so everyone hears!  I think it’s safe to say this “Texas Thing” is an “American Thing”. When something is on debate, state or nationwide, you can count on Americans to express their opinions. Respectfully, I think Americans are slowly degrading the American Dream by abusing their freedoms. I don’t think outside nations see that “fresh start” in America anymore, because Americans excuse hateful actions or behaviors by claiming them as freedoms.

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  1. High schools could easily be mistaken for a community college

My high school graduating class was close to 800 kids. At graduation, I was shocked at the amount of people I didn’t know. But on Friday nights in Texas, students around the state are seen hugging each other when their football team scores. This really points out how populated America is becoming and even with its diversity and impossibility to know everyone closely, we are capable of being united when necessary.

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  1. Everyday is the 4th of July

Right when you walk into a Texan’s house, you are met with three colors: red, white and blue. The saying “God Bless Texas” is an understatement for the pride Texans have for America. The state flag boldly uses these three colors and includes one star.  I think the most important part of being an American is the pride each citizen shows. Whether it’s by the flags we wave or the decorations in our house, we Americans have a piece of our heart for America. For Texans, its half our heart; because without America, Texas wouldn’t be Texas.