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.
She made us write an essay about a book call “ to kill a mockingbird”. 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.
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.
However, this affected my life with friends in later years. 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
So my seven class mates 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
My 9th-grade year I decided to take a music class from a new teacher at my school. 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.
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. Initially, I thought the teacher was very kind to the class and even offered after school tutoring to anyone that needed it.
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. Two, my first grade teacher, which I have not seen in ten or so years, remembers my passion for science, even as a five year old child.
Over the years, I have been taught discipline and endurance, which ultimately led to my academic success. 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.
I started my editing and publishing classes. Halfway through the semester, I was sitting through Pentateuch class when I had an epiphany: I loved my minor more than my major. 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