As I was sitting there in class listening to the teacher talks about this project and at the same time complaining about the workload (mostly because we need to conduct an interview), I unconsciously, with the pencil in my hand, started to doodle. (Doodles are spontaneous marks that can take many forms, from abstract patterns or designs to images of objects, landscapes, people or faces. Some people doodle by retracing words or letters, but doodling doesn 't include note-taking.) I drew random objects that don 't even make sense. I had a bunch of faces (emojis) drawn all over my notebook and a bunch of lines that intertwine so many times that you can’t even see them as “lines.” Maybe it’s just because I don 't have the “artistic gene” in me.
They will take the initiative to speak at the beginning. On the contrary, introverts leave room for others to talk and speak when they feel necessary, such as when they are asked or when they want to correct some mistakes with their expertise. And when there is silence during the meeting, an extrovert would want to fill the gap by talking, on the other hand, an introvert would spend the quiet time thinking about the discussion before. It’s the case in our class, when the professor asked questions during class, most of the time the same outgoing classmates answered. And it’s more obvious during the simulation process in the last week.
Rain began to pour furiously and monstrous waves strike the boat. Rain was falling like stones. This storm is worse than any I can recall, rain
I was given a friendly-sounding reply that could be interpreted as a gesture of kindness or an inconspicuous threat. I sit down at my seat, take out a blank sheet of paper and start doodling. The perfect way to pass time until class starts. I doodle for only moments before I get bored. I was too antsy to lose my mind in imaginary paper beings.
On top of all of that, the teacher, Mrs. Boyle. I always talked in class and she didn’t really like me for that. When we walked into the room, she was standing by the door, waiting to collect homework. I couldn’t wait to see her face when I told her what happened. Last night, I was sitting at my dining room table finishing the worksheet.
That is the point at which it deteriorated due to everybody gazing at me. I sighed and began my presentation. I was reading off a paper trying to avoid looking at the class. I couldn't quit shaking and the class could see that by the paper I was holding shaking a ton. I stuttered all through my present but later on stopped because when I made eye contact with my colleagues most of them weren't even looking, they were on their phones or were taking a nap which made me less anxious.
My classmates stared at me in a shock, with an air of surprised appreciation. When my classmates started to ask me for help to solve math problems, I felt that I finally became a person that could help out others. The day one of my classmate told me I was the best person in math in our class, I eventually began to be confident about myself. Starting from that time, school became a place where I was excited and happy. However, my love of math became obscured in secondary school.
I grabbed my boyfriend’s arm hard, suddenly much more aware of the storm. Suddenly, as if it could feel that I was scared, the power of the gusts increasing rapidly. Soon the whole building was moving with them. Small cracks started to appear on the walls and roof. We had almost reached the other end of the school now, and it was a long way to the gym.
With a loud crack, the gun goes off and a few hundred runners headed out at a sprint, trying to get to the front of the pack. Screams come from all sides, making it hard to focus. Forcing the noise from my mind, I move forward quickly, my adrenaline flowing, trying to get me to go faster even though everything feels like Jell-O. In no time, a mile has passed and I am somewhere in the middle of the group. I have the taste of blood in my mouth and it has been a while since I last felt my legs.
We wanted to make it a fun environment where people would like to work.” I thought this was very thoughtful because I thought that all offices were dull and boring. But not this one. Courtney pointed to a pink chair that had my name printed above the computer on an index card. I sat down on the chair and looked at Courtney for guidance on what to do and how to work the computer. After a couple of hours of learning how to work the computer, it was time for me to go home for the day.
Brennan was observed during the morning in his first grade classroom. At the start of the observation, the class was instructed to sit on the carpet for an activity. Brennan got up out of his seat and appropriately sat on the carpet. Brennan’s teacher, Mrs. Jones, began to engage the class in a writing activity. As she engaged the class in a discussion and wrote sentences on the board, Brennan appeared to pay attention as he stared at the board.
Liabilities were interesting to observe in the classroom. The very first day I observed, I noticed some issues with how grades and IEPS were being handled. For starters, my teacher let me look at online grading records of students. The lowest and highest GPAs, were shown to me and I was allowed to look at their scores in their regular English class as well. I felt uncomfortable doing this, because I had just met him and did not really know the kids well.
This the lesson I choose to teach our class in EDC 121. I used the same format as well. When the students came in on their desk where a set of four problems on their desk that said to solve for the first expression of each problem I used this as a pre assessment because I wanted to know where they were at when they saw these problems, and the look on their face when they first got in there was as if I were joking but the look on their face when they saw the last problem was that they were horrified because of the parentheses. When they got to this part they were stumped because they didn 't know how to solve it. I then played a YouTube video that explains PEMDAS but it was also an attention getter.