Development Project

  • Nachos

    Nachos
    My mom was obsessed with salty foods when she was pregnant with me (probably because I was just so sweet), so she always turned to nachos to satisfy her craving. Even now, I love nachos and super salty foods, just like her.
  • Birth

    Birth
    I was born. No longer a measly fetus, I am now an infant.
  • Baby "Bottle"

    Baby "Bottle"
    My neighbor thought it would be funny to give me his empty beer bottle and according to my reflexes, my first reaction was to begin sucking on the bottle. My mom didn't think it was funny, but my dad thought it was hilarious.
  • Duck

    Duck
    This milestone was my first word. I didn't know what it meant, but it still came out of my mouth right before dinnertime. I was in the sensorimotor stage because my crude language skills began to develop more rapidly to form more complex words.
  • My First Steps

    I was in the process of maturation because my muscles were finally developed enough for me to be able to perform voluntary movement (like walking). This skill came before my ability to run, but after my ability to crawl because this physical motor development sequence is almost universal.
  • Babysitter

    I was terrified of having my neighbor Ally babysit me solely because she wasn't my mom. It got to the point where I saw her out on a family walk and started screaming and crying and clutching my mom even though she wasn't even babysitting me. I had stranger anxiety because I didn't want anyone other than my mom taking care of me.
  • Polly Pockets

    I loved to play with Polly Pockets and pretend they were going to the water park when I would take a bath. I created elaborate stories and personalities for each of my dolls, so I was in the preoperational stage because I entertained myself with a lot of fantasy play. This was my milestone of playing make-believe.
  • Moss vs. Leichen

    Moss vs. Leichen
    I was on a nature hike with my family and my papa and I ran up to a tree and pointed at it and said "look mommy, moss!" because the tree was covered in spongy green stuff that I had learned was moss. Then my papa, the annoying person he was, said "no Tara, that's leichen" and went on to explain the differences to me. While my papa tried to apply the Basic Piagetian Concept of accommodation, my schema unfortunately did not change and I saw all leichen and moss-like substances as moss.
  • Lunchbox Erasers

    In second grade, I really wanted these lunchbox erasers from the Book Fair, but my mom wouldn't buy them for me. I decided to take them and then felt so guilty about it that I threw them away before even getting to use them. I was in the preconventional stage because I was worried about the consequences, so I threw them away to avoid getting caught (self-focused morality).
  • 5th Grade Math

    My math teacher, Ms. Black, demonstrated how the volume of a cylinder was 3x the volume of a cone by filling the cone with little shells and pouring them into the cylinder. I was in the concrete operational stage because I observed the conservation of the volumes between the two shapes.
  • Middle School

    I struggled with finding my place in middle school because I wanted to be my own person, but I also wanted to fit in and not stand out. I overthought every outfit and was self conscious of myself. This was Erik Erikson's idea of Identity vs. Role Confusion. I definitely was not successful in this area at first, but by high school I think I had it figured out.
  • "Just ignore her"

    Whenever my sister is being physically or mentally abusive to me, my parents tell me to ignore her. As a result, she isn't being disciplined and continues to be mean. It's gotten to the point where she nonchalantly talks back to my parents. My parents' permissive-indulgent parenting style has resulted in a monster child who doesn't understand descency.
  • Hippocracy

    Jus this morning, my sister and I were getting ready to leave for school and she asked me where the lowtop converse were. I told her they were in my room and she got really mad and yelled at me to "stop hoarding the shoes in your room." My response (because as an adolescent, I am very keen on picking out hippocracy) was that she was a hippocrite because the shoes I was wearing were conveniently located in her room...