Reflective Essay: Tension In The Classroom

“Es-cool!” I shouted from behind my small fifth grade classroom. You were able to hear my voice echoed “es-cool-ool-ol” all over the room. Immediately, mumbling began among other students; I remember hearing, “What did she say?” and “What was her answer again?” That afternoon the temperature was exceedingly high and the air conditioner was dysfunctional. I was feeling uncommonly nervous and the heat increasing on my face, I knew I was starting to get red as a tomato. At that moment, all eyes were on me and I knew my team’s victory depended on me, so with all my confidence I restated, “es-cool” and I received the same reaction as before. Sweating started coming down my face and I felt the tension in the room. “My answer is the right one,” I

It was the beginning of my 5th grade year and the first time I was attending an only English class. My teacher, Mrs. Galvan, created activities and set us in groups for us to interact with our classmates. My group was friendly to me, and I explained to them that it was my second year learning English and the first time I attended an only English class. They knew Spanish but we were only able to speak English in class, so I tried my best to speak English with them. The last activity we had that day was a competition about previous readings we had to do. Before battle time, my groupmates helped me comprehend the readings because each group member had to answer at least one question. I can’t recall how I ended being the last member to participate, but we had made it through the finals of the competition and the triumph of my team depended on me. Before my turn, one of my groupmates told me, “You got this! Just answer it correctly and we will win.” As soon as he finished talking everyone else in the group started cheering for me and I was starting to feel the pressure set on my