decide to observe a child in my class named Jacob because I noticed that he did not take an active part in activities. Therefore using the following methods anecdotal record, running record, time sampling, event sampling and checklist I observed Jacob. The first day I use anecdotal recording. The time was 9:30-9:45 am, location snack time. Jacob could not open his fruit container and sat there for five minutes before the other teacher opened it for him.
As a kid my family use to cook chitterlings on major holidays such as Christmas, Thanksgiving, or New Years. I can remember my dad sitting at the kitchen sink with his four or five bucket of chitterlings, always in a red bucket with white top, cleaning them and smoking a cigarette. It took hours to clean them, and once he was done, he only produced one and a half buckets of chitterling out of the four or five he purchased. With them clean now the cooking process starts.
Sitting in the nurse's office, I called my parents and they said they would be there as soon as possible, but camp but a little over an hour away. I ate probably five popsicles while sitting in the nurse’s office, but they didn’t taste as exceptional as they usually do since I was in pain. Originally, I was supposed to stay three more nights, but I guess my camp experience was over for that summer. Soon enough, my parents got there and we started our drive back home. My mom thought it was broken, but my dad swore it was just a sprained ankle that would heal in a week or two, so we waited until the next morning to go to the doctor to find
It was the first day of 6th grade so no one was used to such a long wait to eat. By the end of Basics class with Mrs. Pulse, an awesome teacher, we all got to eat lunch. We were pointed toward the table we were supposed to be seated at. Before we were able to get our lunch, Principal Broughton told us about a new recycle program that the school had enforced. It made sure that each student dispose of their garbage in a way that gives back to the environment.
Another weakness for Steven is the microwave meals, because he had to eat microwave meals all the time when his mom went to Pennsylvania for Jeffrey’s treatment. The only thing he ate was microwave meals, other than for breakfast because his father didn’t know how to cook. This led to Steven eating this for several months until the few days his mother and brother were home. Although Steven
Scout learns this lesson through the sociological perspective of social interactionism. In one part of the book Scout invites a young boy named Walter Cunningham from her class to have lunch with her family. Walter is a farm boy who is very scrawny and uneducated due to helping his poor father on the farm. He explains this to Atticus during lunch, “Reason I can’t pass the first grade, Mr. Finch, is I’ve had to stay out ever‘ spring an’ help Papa with the choppin‘, but there’s another at the house now that’s field size.” Scout learns that the reason why Walter is skinny and always looking for food is because his family is poor. It is because of Cunningham’s low income and little education, his social status is lowered.
My breakfast was the same as any other morning, a bowl of cereal and some yogurt. After breakfast I ran a quick routine check of my lacrosse bag. As soon as I opened it, the smell of my pads hit me like a truck, even though I had been playing for two years at that point and should have been used to it by then. It smelled someone hadn’t showered in six months and had rolled in wet dog. On the way to High Velocity I kept thinking that I had the chance to become a freshman on the varsity team.
It was strange for me because, I came from a private school that had only thirteen kids per class room, so all around there were only about one hundred thirty kids that attended that private school this was going to be a huge change for. As I was wondering around the campus I felt so lost, felt like a stray dog trying to find its way other people were laughing and talking to one another maybe it because most of them came from the same middle school .It was hard for me to adjust all my friends were back home in New Mexico and not even my parents were with me on this eventful day they had to stay behind to pack out stuff into boxes .I had to come to California sooner because school started much early than back home. Fourtunely I had two uncles who lives in Sacramento, so they made the moving transaction a little smother.
My cousin Spencer the craziest person I have ever met has been making my sides hurt from laughing since the day I met him. First time I ever met Spencer asked me if I ever and popcorn pie, one was totally lost as to what popcorn pie was but come to found out he was talking about pecan pie. Once there was this day Spencer told me a story about how he almost buried all these trees. Nevertheless, Spencer decides it would be a good idea to go to a month without cutting his grass; his grass got about 4 inches over knee height. Since he had only a push mow, he thought, would smart to buy the grass, but had no water hose to keep the fire under control.
There are so many memories that they may not go in order according to age but they are they ones that I hold close to my heart. I remember when I was in kinder-garden or first grade I would leave school and it took a few days for my mom and step dad to figure out where I went. I remember that I use to leave and go to my granddaddy 's porch and fall asleep on his porch, when he found me he would let me in and tell me that I should be at school. He would make the best peanut and jelly sandwich ever so I thought any ways, hey would cut it diagonally and cut what I called the bones witch was the crust and then hey would sit in his chair and we would cuddle in his chair and watch cartoons Flintstones to be exact till my mom showed it was an everyday thing Monday thru Friday. I would be in so much
I just continued to work cleaning the school. On weekends I would help out my brother, Panchito, and Papa. We would listen to Braceros and Papa would tell us stories that happened to him in Mexico during our half hour of lunch we had. Papa told us once that he joined the Cristero Revolt in 1926, and unfortunately he had been shot in the knee and was in jail for 6 months. Papa sometimes said that he wanted to be a strawberry sharecropper, and when the opportunity came, he felt torn.
I didn’t know that I was Black until the fifth grade. I mean, I always knew that I was Black as in the Black slash African American box I poorly shaded in every year on the CST and free lunch applications; but, I didn’t know know that I was Black. It was during a passing period I had between Physical Education and Science to pee that I realized what my race was. Like hundreds of times before, I entered the dimply sunlit restroom connected to the cafeteria of my elementary school; but, this time, instead of exiting the restroom, after washing my hands, I decided to look at my reflection. And, in that restroom’s small, scratched up mirror, I, for the first time, saw myself — or, at least, I finally saw race.
The interviewee Gloria Nipping, is from Church, she’s always gone to 5pm mass on Saturdays ever since I can remember. Her husband Lou, goes fishing with my dad occasionally and so we are in constant contact with each other. Gloria was born in New Orleans, she lived 40 miles out of New Orleans in a small town, and her parish was Saint Charles, parishes were named after different saints. Gloria went to elementary school in a little town, it was a two room school with two teachers and each teacher had four classes, it was segregated. Gloria stated, “I was in a time when things were segregated.” No lunches were provided, her parents had to bring her lunch.
In the mornings, the people in the concentration camps, had to wake up at 4 a.m., then they get breakfast but most of the people aren’t lucky enough to have a complete breakfast, they only serve the people 10 ounces of bread, but sometimes the kapos, also known as the inmate in charge of a work team, treat the people like trash. They would push and slam their food in the mud, and some people were just unlucky. Then they would do a roll call to see if any escaped out of the camp. Next, the work, the people will be forced to work for 12-14 hours. Finally, it’s lunch break.