What is a reflection journal?
Journal writing has become a very popular educational tool – so much so that when one announces the students will be keeping a journal a common groan often rises from the class. While the instructor believes that the unstructured, personalized writing that characterizes journal can help students learn subjects as varied as literature and psychology, we are even more committed to journal writing as a key component of experiential learning.
In experiential learning you are both a participant and observer. As a participant you will be contributing to the organization in which you are placed and learning new skills. But this is not what makes the experience worthy of academic credit. The academic component of your community service results from your ability to systematically observe what is going on around you. This requires a kind of mental gymnastics that does not come without training and tools. A well- written journal is a tool, which helps you practice the quick movements back and forth from the environment in which you are working to the abstract generalizations you have read or heard in class.
How do you write a reflection journal?
As with any tool, beneficial use of a journal takes practice. You must force yourself to just start writing. You should write an entry for each day you attend your community service and it should be written immediately upon leaving the community service. At the risk of taking the spontaneity out of it, here are some tips on keeping a journal during your community service.
A journal is not a diary – you are not merely recounting the happenings of the day. Your entries, to be sure are based on the activities of the day, but they are more. Below are several ways in which you can move beyond a mere chronology of events.
Detailed description as if to an outsider. Often you will use your journal to record detailed descriptions of some aspect of your internship environment, whether physical, behavioral, or organizational. When you write them, you will not have a clear idea of what you will make of these details, but you will sense that they might be important later. These descriptions should sound as if you were describing them to someone who was never there. Journals allow you to sound naïve.
At times you will want to speculate as to why something that you have observed firsthand is as it is. You might derive your explanation from a lecture you have heard, a book you have read, or your own reservoir of “common sense”. Having posited an interpretation, you will want to continue with your detailed observations on the topic to see if you want to stick with your hypothesis or alter it. Journals allow you to change your mind.
Less often you can use your journal to make judgments about
something in your community service environment. There may be people’s
actions that you find unpleasant, ways of doing things that are not as
you would do them, work environments in which you would not want to
remain. These judgments will help you learn about yourself, your values
and your limits. Journals allow you to speak your mind.
Who will read the journal?
Journals are very private documents. You should write the entries each day you perform your community service, but you should write them after you have left the placement. You might want to take some notes during the day, but do not make your colleagues at the placement nervous or curious by taking frequent breaks to write in your journal. Do not let colleagues read your journal. When you hand your journal in, only the instructor will read your journal and the contents will not be shared with anyone else.
How to use your journal?
You should read and reread your entries so that you can see your own development over the course of the semester. You should use the data you have recorded in your journal in writing your paper.
So, buy a notebook or start a computer file. Date each entry. Have an entry for each day you attended your placement. Each entry should be at least a page or two in length. Write your first entry on the process of finding your placement. Write your second entry on your first impressions at your placement. Then take off on your own.
Reflection: Getting Learning Out of Serving
Mark Cooper, Coordinator, Florida International University
“Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happened to him.” Aldous Huxley
Community service, in itself, can be meaningful, pointless, or harmful. Reflection is the key to getting meaning from your service experience. What is reflection? A process by which service-learners think critically about their experiences. Reflection can happen through writing, speaking, listening, and reading about the service experiences. Why is reflection important? Learning happens through a mix of theory and practice, thought and action, observation and interaction. It allows students to learn from themselves.
What Should I Write in My Journal?
Here are a few of the ingredients that go into a keeping a great journal:
- Journals should be snapshots filled with sights, sounds, smells, concerns, insights, doubts, fears, and critical questions about issues, people, and, most importantly, yourself.
- Honesty is the most important ingredient to successful journals.
- A journal is not a work log of tasks, events, times and dates.
- Write freely. Grammar/spelling should not be stressed in your writing until the final draft.
- Write an entry after each visit. If you can’t write a full entry, jot down random thoughts, images, etc. which you can come back to a day or two later and expand into a colorful verbal picture.
Structuring Your Writing:
- Use the journal as a time to meditate on what you’ve seen, felt, and experienced, and which aspects of the volunteer experience continues to excite, trouble, impress, or unnerve you.
- Don’t simply answer the questions listed below, but use the questions as a diving board to leap from into a clear or murky pool of thought. Use the questions to keep your writing/“swimming” focused.
- Final journals need to be edited for proper grammar and spelling. The Three Levels of Reflection
The Three Levels of Reflection
The Mirror (A clear reflection of the Self)
- Who am I?
- What are my values?
- What have I learned about myself through this experience?
- Do I have more/less understanding or empathy than I did before volunteering?
- In what ways, if any, has your sense of self, your values, your sense of “community,” your willingness to serve others, and your self-confidence/self-esteem been impacted or altered through this experience?
- Have your motivations for volunteering changed? In what ways?
- How has this experience challenged stereotypes or prejudices you have/had? Any realizations, insights, or especially strong lessons learned or half-glimpsed?
- Will these experiences change the way you act or think in the future? Have you given enough, opened up enough, cared enough?
- How have you challenged yourself, your ideals, your philosophies, your concept of life or of the way you live?
The Microscope (Makes the small experience large)
- What happened?
- Describe your experience.
- What would you change about this situation if you were in charge? What have you learned about this agency, these people, or the community?
- Was there a moment of failure, success, indecision, doubt, humor, frustration, happiness, sadness?
- Do you feel your actions had any impact?
- What more needs to be done? Does this experience compliment or contrast with what you’re learning in class? How?
- Has learning through experience taught you more, less, or the same as the class? In what ways?
The Binoculars (Makes what appears distant, appear closer)
- From your service experience, are you able to identify any underlying or overarching issues that influence the problem?
- What could be done to change the situation?
- How will this alter your future behaviors/attitudes/and career?
- How is the issue/agency you’re serving impacted by what is going on in the larger political/social sphere?
- What does the future hold?
- What can be done?
Note: Names have been changed in excerpts from Reflection Journals to protect confidentiality.
Excerpt from Reflective Journal – Dr. Mary Ridgway (Instructor for Honors Service Learning Courses)
Student Leadership Retreat Community Service Session – August 15, 2001
Glen Rose, Texas
Ernie and Louise – The Alzheimer Gals from Glen Rose
Am I destined to be one of those lovely ladies I visited at the Nursing home today – an OK body and a not OK mind? Maybe I am that way now and have yet to realize it, because my friends and colleagues are too kind to me to point me to the obvious.
Is this some colossal mystery or global human disappointment – the discovery of the worst case scenario of what can go wrong with the human mind – cognition, communication, compassion – all missing in those “Senior moment” people we all laugh about so carelessly.
I carried on a delightful conversation with Louise and Ernestine (aka Ernie). I talked – Louise talked and how we laughed like two olds friends – yet my conversation with her was baffling to me to say the least. It centered around three key topics. The first involved whatever was the topic of conversation – popcorn, root beer, weather. The root beer is really good, this popcorn is really, really good, the weather is very good. Then came Louise’s rhythmic slapping of her thighs in time with the music coming from the radio. I felt Louise was better connected with the music than the real world around her. Much of our time was spent “discussing” cats – she repeatedly meowed as if she were calling to her long lost cat – wistful meows, playful meows and I in my obtuse way tried to segue into some trite story about one of my cats. I could not fathom the meows, yet I knew that they meant something mighty important to Louise.
Ernie was fairly simplistic. Her major treatise was “I’m from Cleburne” and after hearing her say it twenty or more times I believed that Ernie was from Cleburne and believed she still was in Cleburne. I told her in some detail that I grew up in Fort Worth, lived in Denton, worked in Arlington and each statement elicited the response, “I’m from Cleburne.” I delighted in the fact that Ernie was from Cleburne because Cleburne was a town I knew so well from my frequent camping trips to Cleburne State Park. Yes, I could relate to Ernie because she was from Cleburne, from Cleburne, from Cleburne – interesting how your own mortality and fragility can rise up so unexpectedly and slap you in the face. There, but for the grace of God, go I.
The only other topic for conversation centered on Ernie’s cup of root beer. As her arthritic and misshapen hands closed around the flimsy cup and steadfastly took it to her lips, she repeated her mantra with each sip – “I’m supposed to drink this, aren’t I”, “Is this for drinking?”, “Is this supposed to be drunk?”
As the afternoon slipped away for a time-conscious soul, I said my goodbyes to Louise and Ernie and left knowing that they touched me far more than I had touched them. I told them that I loved them as I left to return to camp – perhaps being overly concerned that my last parting message was one of love and faith because understanding their disease seemed so beyond my human ability.
Now I sit in my room at the church camp where we are holding the
Student Leadership Retreat and ask myself the question – dear Lord, how
am I to reach Louise and Ernie, how am I to touch them, how am I to let
them know they are loved.
Excerpt from Honors Service Learning Student Reflection Journal – Fall 2001
9/6/01 – Getting Started
Today I got to really to really help people. It was such a thrill to use my knowledge to really help people. Generally I see my skills as somewhat esoteric. Being a history student sometimes feels a bit wasteful. But today I helped a middle-aged woman called Marie. To her passing the language section of the GED really means something concrete. My one semester of Spanish really helped. I couldn’t really say anything useful, but I could use little examples to help him: “What would the Spanish word for ‘it’ be here? ‘Los’? That’s plural isn’t it? In English ‘los’ is always ‘them’, not ‘it’.” It’s so nice to feel useful.
Apparently my background check still hasn’t gone through, and I’m
not supposed to be helping. I know this is a side issue, but it is one
of the things about volunteering that upsets me. When a potential
volunteer approaches an opportunity full of enthusiasm, and a background
check takes over a week, and no one contacts her, it is easy to quickly
loose that enthusiasm. I was the only person assisting the two
teachers; they clearly needed me. But I no one contacted me about the
classes starting. I had to take my own initiative. I don’t feel
particularly wanted by the organization. This has been a problem for me
in the past when I tried to volunteer. It seems sometimes organizations
think people who are not being paid don’t care about details.
Excerpt from Honors Service Learning Student – Fall 2001
Today was a little slow, so I got to chat with Jane. She only works on Saturdays at the clinic then does outreaches during the rest of the week, so I hardly get to see her. She was giving me advice about Nursing school as she went back to school to do her Nursing degree. She’s always so grateful as the work I do saves her from having to stay over an hour or so just to complete her paper work. Most of the people who work at the clinic have children, so it surprises me that they still hang on to the job especially since it takes so much of their free time and they don’t get paid for any overtime hours…that is what I call dedication!
We also got a new Medical Assistant. She’s called Helen and will be
working in the lab sometimes; God knows Martha needs that help. She’s
really nice too, but we have to share her with the clinic in Butler, so
that’s a bummer.
Excerpt from Honors Service Learning Student – Fall 2001
September 6, 2001
My first day and already I am reminded of why I love doing this…those revelations about your life that you can only acquire while being a part of others. If I wanted to be bland I could say that I spent the day teaching homeless children how to make pop up cards, but that would not do justice to what really happened. It was bitter sweet, to have the importance of a mothers care in hard times highlighted in front of me, while the pain of the recent loss of my own mother is still strong and undoubtedly will always be.
Alva didn’t think twice about who she would make a card for… “her mama” she proclaimed proudly. She chatted away on how her mother worked late at the ballpark and I could sense just how proud she was of her mother as she described her mothers work duties, “she works the register and sometimes she makes the food”. I knew the feeling, my own mother was a welder, the only woman where she worked and although many people would look down at the job, I was very proud. The burns on her arms and the dirt under her fingernails showed me just how much she loved me. She worked for all of us and it didn’t matter that I didn’t have everything because I had all that mattered. It gave me hope that, although the current situation Alva found herself in at such a young age was difficult, she was going to be alright …maybe better than a lot of kids sleeping in their own beds because in her life she had what really mattered. That can make all the difference.
Yesterday I held the card that my mother had sent me when I first went away for college. I can’t express how much it meant to me, maybe even more than when I first received it. It read, “I’m missing something…you.” Gosh, how it seems so appropriate yet so ironic. I was thinking of how exactly I would start my creative project class for this course…what better way than a scrapbook…with a card to my own mother to start.
The Big Event
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