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Personal Reflection Paper

Personal Reflection Paper

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A reflection paper I've done for CA330 Intercultural Communication. You can't know how to communicate with others if you don't know yourself, right?
A reflection paper I've done for CA330 Intercultural Communication. You can't know how to communicate with others if you don't know yourself, right?

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Running Head: REFLECTION PAPER ONE 1/ 7Reflection Paper OnePaul K. HopperUniversity of South Alabama
 
Running Head: REFLECTION PAPER ONE 2/ 7My name is Paul Hopper. I’m a student at the University of South Alabama, workingtowards a Communications degree. But what I want to do/ be (honestly), probably won’t haveanything to do with my concentration – public relations. I grew up for most of elementary school with my mom and sister in North Carolina. We moved a lot, my mom taking differenteducation jobs all over the state – always better so she could provide for us on her own. Just before going into fourth grade my mom told me she was going to marry a man that her bestfriend introduced to her named Ken. Once they were married we moved to Alabama. Now,moving wasn’t a big deal for me and still isn’t. In my family, a home is made of people, notthings or places. That sentiment has mostly stuck with me to this day. All through grade school and high school things went normally for me. We lived inOrange Beach and I went to school nearby. I never took school too seriously, always giving my mom the excuse that “No one cares what your grades look like until you get into high schoolanyways” (though when I got to high school, I can’t say my grades were much better). Every summer I took a job and worked hard. Strangely, I had a very good work ethic in those early  years. Most weeks I’d work around 60 hours, seven days a week, for 3 ½ months. I went off tocollege at South and began a history degree. After a year or so I switched to communications –honestly because it seemed easier. But the shoe did fit. The overwhelming amount of qualitativethinking that communication requires – supported by quantitative facts – was right up my alley.Personally/ socially, I had friends and girlfriends that I cared about (and still do). But it was my sophomore year when I met a woman that would change my life forever. Alex and I met through a mutual friend at a birthday dinner. After that we were togetherfor around 7 months when I felt we weren’t going anywhere. I headed over to Alex’s house to lether know how I was feeling when she let me in on a surprise of her own; she thought she waspregnant. So, with what seemed like a sign from above I knew it wasn’t the best time to talk toher about what I had to say. We ended up staying together for another few of months. Things
 
Running Head: REFLECTION PAPER ONE 3/ 7eventually did take their course and we split up. Virginia Rose Myers was born on February 28
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,2008 at 5:36 in the morning, so close to being a leap year baby. I still remember speeding to thehospital in the middle of the night, franticly calling everyone who needed to be called as I triedto meet Alex and her mom there. It was a short labor – a foreshadowing of Ginny’s pleasant andhappy demeanor.I read once that a woman becomes a mother when she finds out that she’s pregnant andthat a man becomes a father when he holds his child for the first time. I suppose that’s true.Nothing seemed more real to me in my life than holding Ginny for that first time in the hospital.It was real, but I don’t think I was a father yet. It’s difficult to say that, shameful almost. Tomake a long story a little shorter, Alex didn’t truly want me to be a part of Ginny’s life. I don’thold this against her and never will, I believe she has always wanted what she thought best forour daughter. However, just like in our relationship, once Alex had made up her mind aboutsomething or someone she’s a force to be reckoned with, a sort of immovable wall. It’s takenmore than a few heated words, a few thousand dollars in lawyer fees, and more time filling outpaperwork than I’d ever care to do again, but at last Ginny is legally my daughter.Now, if I didn’t become a father when I held Ginny for the first time I’m sure you might wonder when I did. Alex didn’t let me spend the time with Gin that I wanted, and I think thatthis is the time when a man most often comes into his own as a father. I earnestly believe because I didn’t have that time, it was the struggle that I still am going through to this day thattransformed me from a man into a father. I can say with all honesty that my motivating drivenow in life is my daughter, my family. It might be small for now, Ginny, Iris (my dog that I began to raise from a puppy about a month before I found out Alex was pregnant), and myself, but it’s what I have, and it’s part of what defines me. This is only a part of why I am who I am, but it’s certainly the largest piece. What are my beliefs, values, goals and dreams? The truth is I used to be so clear on all of those things in one way or another but I can’t say that anymore. I certainly still have steadfast

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