I don’t remember my whole schedule but I do remember some of my classes I had math, biology, history, Spanish, English1, gym and some other that I can’t remember and all my classes I have to take it with them. This group of people were divided by to different nationality Puerto Ricco and Dominican republic so my first day the boys from the other country they were really nice with me until they star to give me rare looks: like I was something nasty or ugly and they start to say stupid jokes about where I’m from and I never say anything I felt humiliated and vulnerable of all this stuff had happen to me the same week I attended to the school. I decide to sit alone at the cafeteria, when five girls approached to my table and they set up a conversation …show more content…
But the thing didn’t stop in doing test I also have to do speech, the day I have to do my speech I wanted the earth open up and swallow me first because it had lasted 8minuted talking and second because everyone was watching me and I felt so stupid standing in front of the class talking about something that I even have no idea what I was saying that when I finish only 2 or 3 applauded and I felt ashamed, but I never blamed the other because it’s not their fault that they do not understand what I was saying I think that my classmates made fun of me, but
Thoughts of fear and excitement paraded through my body as I sat Twitching to tell somebody about what I had just experienced but then I remembered that the only friend I really have at school is a boy named Joe and our friendship doesn 't seem to extend outside of lunch boundaries but I could wait a few more hours to tell him about this unbelievable news. Three hours go by and it 's time for lunch, as I 'm as I 'm walking out of my English 11 language arts class to lunch I noticed that everyone was looking my way in didn 't break EYE contact til they were behind me, soon I reached lunch and I sat to my regular lunch table and waited for Joe to come but he never came, soon soon as I figured he was not going to come I began to dig into my lunchbox picking at my
I follow behind my new friend whom I met last block into the noisy freshman cafeteria. She determinedly marches to a table and doesn’t stop to speak to any of the people who great her. I am surprised that someone like her invited me to sit at their lunch table. As I walk with my salad and a smile on my face, I pass the table with my middle school friends. Their faces are welcoming and I notice a seat saved for me.
English 102 so far has been interesting for an 8:30am class; I did not expect to be so awake for a class so early. Professor Denton makes the class attention grabbing, something few professors I have had, had been able to accomplish well or at all. However, I do not particularly like the portfolio grading style enforced by the English department; it leaves too much in the wind. Professor Denton removes the feeling of not knowing how well you are doing until the very end, by giving us suggestions for revisions and a letter grade to go along with the paper. This is extremely convenient, because it does not leave your paper or your grade up to speculation.
C is for Chisholm My first day of school in Chisholm. I was nervous yet very excited, I had met two of my teachers but the others weren 't there so I was in for a surprise. The teachers were all nice and classes were easy, I had to make more friends since the ones I already had, didn 't have any classes with me but that was fine. I wondered around school not remembering were any of my classes where.
It was uncomfortable for me to be around my classmates, but everyone in the class seems to be nice to me because I was the new kid. They didn’t have problems with me and I didn’t have problems with them. As time goes on, I began to feel
When I turn one me and my family moved to the city of Lippstadt I had to say goodbye to my friends and my grandpa. The Lippe river flowed beyond the large garden in the back of our new house. I took care of the garden they were roses,tulips,and so many daffodils. When was 6 years old, my family moved to a nearby city of bielefeld, that whe and my family entered me into a public school I was so happy that I got to go to school and make new friends ,but a year later I felt uneasy everyone was staring at me ,my friends didn’t talk to me I kept hearing whispers about me and every time I ask what there doing
It started in the middle of 7th grade. I thought middle school was going well. I didn’t deal with the problem of bullying and I had friends. Everything was going out great, until one day I get this message. I was happy when I saw it at
During the months of september through the beginning of november of sophomore year it was going great i had all my friends, and we’re all happy. Then they started to call me mean names like slut, whore, and started saying i was sleeping around and things like that. The only way i knew to defend myself was go tell the dean the next time they said stuff like this. So i got to school i was talking to my friends Brandon and Jimmy. Then brendon decided to tell me how was sleeping around last night and i told him to stop because first off they knew i told them stop before and they hadn’t.
Mrs. Smith bent down to my height and said hello to me but I was so scared that I couldn’t even reply with the only English word that I know. My mom told me in Chinese that she must leave me now and be good and listen to the teacher ironically even though I didn’t know any English. I started bawling and sobbing for her to not leave me as I
After that they started calling me names at recess and whenever they saw me in the halls or in the bathroom. My name from third grade to seventh grade was no longer “Miguel Antonio Hinojosa” it was “Migay”. I was called gay even though I was straight, all because I had more female friends than male friends. Now being called gay was it, but being called gay and “Migay” was something that made me think having and expressing my emotions was something wrong for boys. It made me feel like I was being a boy the wrong way.
I hugged my mom goodbye and began walking to school. When I finally arrived at the school, I entered the cafeteria where all my friends were waiting. I was one of the first few there, but students began to greatly bombard the room as the
I got a B on my math quiz, but was excited when I tripped and Frankie T., the playground terrorist helped me up when he would usually tell me to stay there until recess was over. As I walked around the park there were more girls than usual hanging out with me. The teachers stared at me in a face making them look like a dog begging for more food. Although I was toasting like a hippo whos been in the sun too long, I kept that jacket on.
I was friends with the cool kids and the not so cool kids too. After everyone got used to me and i waasnt so “new” i noticed people werent being as friendly to me. I had one kid come up with a rap about how i was ugly, fat and had huge buck teeth. I had a group of girls exclude me from every party, sleepover and game they played. I was scared to play sports for years and when i finally did, the coaches never put me in or helped me just because their daughters didn’t
I would recommend this course to someone else as I thought it had a lot of great information. I enjoyed the look at my own paradigms, the way I see life. What I believe about what you think helps sculpt the way I think about it, or “I am what I think you think I am” (Landvatter, 2013, para. 1). This was a huge idea when I was first exposed to it. Hard to understand, and harder to try and relate to others.
Field Reflection This semester, I was at Waldron Mercy Academy for my field placement. I was able to observe eight different teachers through my 9 weeks of attending field, which I found to be very beneficial to see how other teachers work and manage their classes within the same school. Between those eight teachers, I observed sixth, seventh, and eighth grades language arts, sixth grade social studies, seventh and eighth grade science, and eighth grade Latin/study skills/high school prep class. This upcoming week, for my last week of field, I will be observing a seventh-grade history class.