Raised all my life in Puerto Rico and then transferring to America was a great challenge. I had to overcome various difficulties in order to adapt to new ideas, cultures, and lifestyles. One of the obstacles I encountered was adapting to school. Since I was five my parents wanted me to imbibe the English language in order to have an exceptional future filled with opportunities, but when I arrived all my hard work in learning English did not seem to matter at my middle school. I arrived in this country thinking I was going to be in the most challenging classes and be at the top but reality smacked me in the face the first day I entered eighth grade.
When I finish reading the whole book I started doing my essay so I could turn it in the next day so she could grade it and give it back to me the following week. Monday came and we started class with a free write reflecting on how good we did on the essay. I wrote that I was confident that I was going to get a seventy on it. But when the teacher give it back to me I saw my grade and got surprises because it had a huge eighty nine percent with a circle around it and a smile face on top saying excellent job. After a minute had pass the teacher call my name and told me that she needed to talk to me,so I went and she told me “ tell me the truth did you copy someone or who help you with it” I told her that I did it myself and that no one help me with it.
I never thought my parents would get in a divorce. In fact, when I was younger I did not think parents ever got divorced. I was very upset and I felt like the whole thing was my fault. When I started fifth grade, I used to get dismal about the divorce and it started to affect my behavior at home and at times, it would even affect my attitude at school. My mom informed the school counselor and arranged for me to meet with the counselor weekly to express how I was feeling.
As 7th grade started, my social life came to a definitive close. I struggled greatly with friends, primarily because one of my good friends had left Trafton in 6th grade to receive home schooling, and because all of my other friends from elementary schools attended other schools. I attempted to reach more friendly terms with people who I previously
I observed many ways to go about classroom management. Each teacher approached it differently, depending on the grade they were teaching and who their students were. Every teacher greeted their students at the door at the beginning of every class, saying hello and asking questions to them about different activities and events they had going on the night before. Usually as the students were
and I learned it, then performed several pieces at the time, and moved on to what we called the cool instruments. My friend Jacob and I were the only fourth graders who were taking the snare at the time and we both loved it, we took solo and ensemble together and both got first on our solos. Sadly, I moved school and couldn’t join my band, but I then found
He was not very well liked and by the end of the first term I was the only student in his class. It was hard to be the only student. My class consisted of a strict schedule that the two of us followed every day. First I would come to class and make sure I had all my stuff that was needed for the lesson. Next, with the help of my teacher, I pushed the piano out into the hallway where we were in sight of the camera, rules so legal action would not happen.
During grade 11, I had my first experience of racism. Unfortunately, this event lasted for one semester. A math teacher, who I still remember the name of, treated me so badly that it forced me to get my parents involved and eventually transfer out of the class. Approximately 3 years ago, I was assigned to a math class with a newly hired teacher.
Despite the fact that Brown graduated from Phillips Exeter, he had actually attended a local public school until the ninth grade. At 3rd level, the genius author attended Amherst College, later graduating with a degree in English and Spanish in 1986. He attempted to establish himself as a singer-songwriter (which he had been influenced by his mother) but achieved little success. Years later he taught Spanish at Beverly Hills Preparatory School to maintain a steady income, here he met Blythe Newlon - a lady 12 years his senior. As his relationship with Blythe developed, she used her influence to further Brown’s musical career - as she was the Artistic Director of the National Academy of Songwriters.
As a high school student, I bumped into my former first grade teacher, Mrs. Ponder. She recognized my mother who was with me in the Ingles grocery store’s checkout line. After exchanging pleasantries and talking about how much I have grown since my elementary school days, she asked “Do you still like science?” Two things were going on inside my head. One, science really has been my favorite subject to study my entire life.
Since the age of four, I have attended various math and writing classes, closing the initial gap between me and my classmates. Also, I spent my eighth-grade year at BASIS Ahwatukee, similar to the KIPP Academy mentioned in Outliers, where teachers drill academic proficiency into the students’ minds. As a middle schooler, I took eight classes a day, three of which were required science courses. These circumstances represent the “rice paddy” analogy where you can use grit and diligence to wipe away any disadvantage. As a result, I am currently rank one in my class, taking all AP or honors courses.
I got excited about Advanced Grammar and Technical Editing, but I dreaded having to take Hermeneutics and Minor Prophets. So I pulled up the academic catalog on my laptop (yes, during class; at least it wasn’t PinterestFacebook). I found PWID because all the editing and publishing classes were inside the
So much has happened to me in my 14 years of living! I’ve changed schools twice, made the Rocky Mountain Ballroom team, and met my best friends ever in the 2nd grade. So much more has happened in my life but these are some of the best things! All of these have helped me get through thick and thin. Changing schools the first time was pretty rough.
I had one defining experience that really showed my transition from childhood to adult hood. I had the fantastic opportunity to participate in a residential high school, the South Carolina Governor's School for the Arts and Humanities, and the first year I had attended this school was my junior year. Going there I had known what I was required of both academically and artistically because I had already attended both of the summer intensives that they provided for my vocal performance. But my junior year is when I had experienced this change into my adult life and when I had left behind my childhood.
For the entirety of my seventeen years I have lived in San Antonio. I have left Texas three times to visit colleges. I have lived on the west and east sides of San Antonio. Both left their marks.