A good way I saw a teacher trying to keep her students engaged was giving them a time limit for how long they had to do the assignment before they had to present their results or move on to the next activity. I observed a kindergarten class and they are always changing activities to keep the students involved and entertained. I observed two classes that sang songs about the day, month, and year at the beginning of class. One of the classes I observed even used sign language as they sang the songs. One activity I had never seen before was punching to see if words rhymed.
As my mom woke me up at 6:00 on my first day of high school I was overwhelmed with feelings of excitement and dread. As I put on my new white shirt and crisp plaid shorts, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything in my life that had lead me to my first day of high school at St. Thomas More. After eating my cheerios for breakfast, I went outside where my neighbor Katherine and her mom were waiting to pick me up. The carline went on for miles and miles, but we still arrived to school promptly at seven. As I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t wait to see how my first day of high school would go.
I remember waking up looking at the ceiling saying “I’m okay” over and over again. The sub and a guy from my table helped me up into a chair. Mr. Ellebruch came in, took my pulse, and started talking to me about how he knows my family and stuff I didn’t really follow. I’m assuming he was trying to calm me down but I felt perfectly fine. He walked me down to the office while two of my friends went to my locker to get my homework for me.
I remember looking to the left and right of me everyone seemed to be enjoying the first day of school. Everyone including myself showing off our clean new outfits we had bought during back to school sales. Eagerly waiting for the bell to ring; I remember walking around trying to find something to do as I wait impatiently for school to start. Trying to find something I can go and chill I walk over to the school gym, taking a look around me I see our school colors, which are black and yellow. Almost forgot the name of my high school is Adrian Wilcox High, home of the thunder if I remember correctly or lightning one of the two but I digress.
Eager to start the day off, I helped her gather the students who were eating breakfast. Afterwards we took the children to class. Right on time Mrs. Castellanos appears in her class room, quickly commanding them to put their materials up. The teacher and her TA talked to the side for a second, then she told me that the TA would be going home. Soon after that, the office called and asked if she would need a substitute to help out.
We shuffled down the hallway, in between all the blue metal lockers, until we reached a hall lit with the sunlight pouring through the windows. Here, there were cubbies stuffed with backpack and coats of all assortments of colors. My hands tightly clenched onto my own backpack, which was pink and I picked up excitedly at the store the before, to hide my nervousness. Carefully walking around, I examined a couple of the drawings that my soon to be classmates have done. I noticed that the door to one of the classrooms was open and peeked in.
The school day is over. Sara and her friends go back to her house to do their homework. As they finish up their homework the girls began to talk about the boys at their school. Sara yelled Chris, he has a nice smile, hair, and he also smell good with his axe cologne. The girls started to laugh.
When I walked in, I quietly found my seat in the back of the classroom. The bell sounded, and again I was startled. It seemed as if I would never become comfortable with my new surroundings. The teacher went to the front of the classroom and started the class. “Good morning and welcome to your first day of freshman history class.
"Do you want to get dropped too?" I jokingly ask. Vivian and I part ways as I head to my first hour class, Economics. "Class please remain on the wall, you have a seating arrangement." Mr. Winters says to all of us entering the classroom.
On November, 17 I attended a FFA meeting and presented my senior project to them. I was in need of students to help with the day of my project and they were enough to help me. I had five different positions that needed to be filled and they were split into eight different shifts giving student a break to attend their classes. I made the deadline for registration forms on November 22. This gave me time to make laminated time cards for each patient that is donating and finalize the appointment sheet.
Following that, I will play students Kenji by Fort Minor, which ties in music which all of my class loves listening to music so much that I allow them to listen to music while working on homework, and students demand music be played on Pandora which I allow. We then move into inquiry. Students through this inquiry activity build their own hypothesis on why Japanese internment happened (see instructional material 2.2 and 2.3). Like the previous lesson, we will work together on the first two documents. I will give a chance for students to read over the documents.
The teacher will allow students to form small groups of various sizes (two people to five) and give the students a small slip of paper with a situation on it. Situations might include being at a funeral, winning an athletic game, and a first date. The group will write a short skit using touch as a main feature based on the situation they are given. For example, a two person group with the funeral might have one person crying while the other person drapes their arms around the crying character or hugs him. After all the students have been given enough time to write and practice their skits, they will go up in front of the classroom and perform their skits.
You can also take several writing prompts from the book. You can have the write about which teacher in the book is their favorite and why. Richard likes Mrs. Paris a lot the students writing can tell you what they look for in a good teacher. Students can write about how they would feel if they were Richard. They can write a letter to Richard giving him advice about what to do in his
In this lesson, the objective was for students to learn the process of writing a paragraph and be able to write a paragraph using the writing process. The teacher go their attention by making the topic about thanksgiving, because it was an upcoming holiday and sudents were excited. Students had the opportunity to brainstorm for ideas (prewriting), make a draft, revise, make a final copy, and finally have their work. She explain to students that writing down their ideas is called prewriting and she gaave them a exmple on the baord. After that they finish writing their rough draft the teacher met with them and went over their mistakes.
It was 1:00 pm when I arrived at Wanamaker Elementary School. Patiently I waited outside the door. When I was finally let inside the classroom, I was welcomed by a mixture of bright smiles and blank stares. Mrs. Stark then introduced me to the class of twenty third graders. After she introduced me to the whole class, I quietly made my way to the back of the class.