One day Mrs. Flores pulled me aside and so kindly similar to a mother tone she told me she believed in me and that I had potential to do anything that I wanted to do. After that day she would follow up with me to make sure that I did my homework and worked closely with my parents to assure that I would have a successful year in 3rd grade. Looking back into this experience I am glad I had Mrs. Flores in my
One of my experiences with failure took place when I was in fourth grade. There were many problems accumulated and I was a child who needed people to see if I did my homework or study for the test, because I couldn’t concentrate and was distracted by anything in the room. My brother also had problems that year, he needed more attention because he didn’t get along with his math teacher and my Mom was always after him with the homework; otherwise he would have failed Math at the end of the year. In fourth grade, the teacher that was assigned to us was one of the strict teachers that were in that school and I think that was too much for a student in fourth grade. In the first day of school, I realized I was with some of my friends in my class
“Rainbow, rain-bow, rayn bow. R-A-I-N-B-O-W”, and so I repeated after her, “rainbow”. Mrs. Esseily smiled at me and I assumed that she was proud of me or happy that we could now move onto a new word. Everyday after snack time I would have an ESL sessions with Mrs. Esseily and this went on until I got to first grade. By
She received many complaints from teachers who were unable to keep her focused-on learning to read and write. She did bring up one teacher at her school in Kindergarten helped her finally understand writing. Samantha stated, “Mrs. Sharp made an impact on my life,” explaining how Mrs. Sharp and her sounded out each word until she understood. While she doesn’t have as much time to be able to write like she used to, Samantha enjoys writing to express her pent-up emotions, allowing her frustrations to flow onto a paper.
My first day of Kindergarten was very hard. It was a huge shock for me. Up until I started school, I attended Little Busy Child Development Center. My grandmother owned the daycare, so i was always surrounded by family. On my first day of kindergarten my mom took me to school.
She was a sweet little angel of a girl, who loved her preschool, and loved her parents, and loved her new baby brother. Things just happen to her. Take this morning, for instance. Daddy had just left for work, Mommy was getting herself and the baby ready, and Ava was getting herself ready as well. She was a
It was Monday morning, there was Kacey racing to get to her first class before the bell, but forgetting the most important assignment of all…...homework. When kacey arrived to her class, Mr. Solis was collecting the homework assignment as soon as she walked in the door. Mr.Solis questioned Kacey where her homework was, which obviously she didn’t have, so she was marked 15 points off her grade. As you can see, Mr.Solis does not tolerate late work. Not only did kacey miss 15 points, but her grade dropped drastically.
Each of these efficiently describe the young female adolescent standing here today through countless trials presented throughout my life. My closet friends have often compared me to a mother due to my tendency to always wanting to take care them by making sure they do their homework, sometimes feeding them, or giving them moral support a mother gives to her child. In addition to being overly motherly, I have often been the one to be extremely bubbly. I would always be the one who gets overly happy over the smallest things from a balloon in my face to seeing a close friend get an a. My extreme happiness often makes people think that I am insane because of how happy I am and how I am never hardly sad about anything.
Pedagogy of Listening Observation and Analysis: The First Step Toward Authentic Assessment It’s thanksgiving break for all the school on the island and I am grateful to spend extra time out of work (teaching) and enjoy family time with my children’s. I chose to observe one of my children’s. She is a six-year-old little girl, who is filled with energy and silliness and is a first grader. She is very active, talkative, silly, spoiled and all other behaviors that she chooses to show on a daily bases, none the less I still love her. This little girl I speak of happens to be my daughter who is totally different from my two elder children’s.
My oldest daughter, Sofia, is doing very well adapting to social situations. As she becomes older, she continues to be doing much better interacting with children in her age group, which is a relief because when she was a toddler she took a while to warm up to new people. She is developing “best-friends” and I encourage play dates on a regular basis. At a kindergarten prep session, one of the teachers stated that Sofia got along with the other children well and was able to form a few new friendships at the session. More than a year later, Sofia’s first grade report card praised her for working well with peers in groups, respecting others, and demonstrating good social interaction.
Every child has had tremendous growth from the beginning of the year. It was interesting for me to see how to talk to parents when a child needs improvement. Julie Kimura did a lot of positive praise, so that parents knew she had their best interest in mind. She gave them examples of skills to practice at home. This was a way to say that they needed more growth without coming off as