So I did my best to try and show that I didn’t need the extra help like some others did, but all my hard work went in vain and I was never able to get out of the class. I began to feel as if my writing wasn’t good enough and I began to slack on my writing and reading. And by the time I got into middle school, I wasn’t as enthusiastic about literacy as a once
From a young age, I knew that reading was essential to living, but had been rather discouraged from reading for pleasure, due to the environment in which reading was taught. I was put into lower level reading classes and the expectation was lower than what I knew I was capable of. Reading had become a task that meant little to me until I met my sixth grade teacher, Mr. Bassler. With his influence, reading was something brand new and exciting that was not as enticing before. The challenge that literature posed before was utterly destroyed and I became an entirely different person, the person that I am today, writing about my passion for literature.
my first days in my new country were tough because I did not speak the same language making it harder to be able to write and communicate with the people around me. But as soon as I learned the language things got a little bit more easier. My writing improve a lot I went from writing short sentences to paragraphs and to writing complete essays for school. I still remember an accident I had with my English teacher on sophomore year of high school. She made us write an essay about a book call “ to kill a mockingbird”.
Manson Family Cult Case Charles Manson was the founder of this cult and he was born to Kathleen Maddox who was a sixteen year old girl with no partner in 1934. He had a rough childhood as his mom became an alcoholic and she would give him money for him to fetch beer for her. His mother was also a prostitute and never paid much attention to him. Later on in his life his mother sent him to boarding school and he lived with his religious aunt and uncle. Charles went back to his mother but she didn’t want him back.
The students only used the language when reading a text or a dialogue. If there was an unknown word, the teacher immediately wrote its meaning on the board (in bahasa). It reminded me of the Grammar-translation method, but I was conscious that my classes would be mostly based on the Communicative approach. Sincerely, I was a bit worried about this situation because when it was my turn, I had to speak in English as much as possible, so I was afraid my students did not understand or did not me for that. Another thing
I am not very fond of letters, I think I read what is necessary and I write as brief as possible, only when it comes to school assignments I try to develop both activities in a better way. Being honest I do not see myself as a writer, my reading or writing has never been strong, so I think I do not see myself developing that profession, on the other hand, I clearly remember how I started reading and I can say that it was even a bit traumatic. In my first years of school I was very good at math, I was very smart and I got excellent grades, but in writing it was a different story ... I was terrible and it took me a lot to learn to express my ideas through letters, so much so that my parents made me repeat a year of school and in high school I
While stepping into a new position I can better observe, analyze and critique my ways of teaching in the past. When I was nineteen years old I barely understood the importance of assessment. I considered the assessing process part of my school requirements and more paper work. For years, I blamed the system for not providing a good evaluation (a term used in Ecuador) system. I felt frustrated mostly because I could picture myself in (what?)
Trevor Noah’s mother tried so hard to save him from reality, but it could never be enough as many dangerous people threatened his life. In the first chapter of this memoir, Trevor tells of how he had to jump out of a bus and run for his life with his mother; if the bus driver caught him, he may have died that day (). The environment that Trevor grew up in was unsafe specifically because many men in South Africa abused their power, one of these men was his stepfather Abel. Particularly, Abel used to beat Trevor and caused him and his mother physical and emotional pain. In addition, Abel spent all of his money on alcohol, and he shot Trevor’s mother.
Whenever I listen to something in another language, it always took me some times for me to understand it as I need to rearrange the words from English to Indonesian first, so that I can understand it easily. When I went to SPH, I realized that I still have a long to go in learning English, the way I speak is not fluent at all and I need to improve as SPH is an international school and all of the school program is using English. Afraid that I will have the same fate as my parents, they quickly moved me from Santa Laurensia to SPH to improve my English, so that I have a better chance to go to school in another country. After going to SPH, my English had improved and I am starting to be able to talk casually using English and I do not need to rearrange the words to Indonesian in my head anymore as I can understand it right
I would always avoid reading anything to them or near them for the fear they would find out I was a terrible reader. It was easy to cover my bad reading, until fourth grade when we had to read aloud to the class. My parents had no reason to`question my skills in anything academic since I had straight A’s in all my classes. Looking back at this time in my life, I truly have no idea how I did so well in school but could not read. It wasn’t until my fourth grade teacher had a parent teacher conference with my mom, that my parents found out my reading level was actually two levels behind.