They were so innocent but yet businesslike. Now to a regular person they probably wouldn 't take too much thought into the line, but to a teacher this is how things normally look to a teacher. "The teachers wait behind great desks as they do the students ' work" (Gluck Louise p.530). While I continued to read the poem, this line stood out to me brought the thought to my mind of how everywhere you go in a school you see a teacher children and other staff members sitting behind a desk. Which is a bit ironic, especially on my first day of teaching, where I was the one sitting behind a desk watching my students complete the work that I had assigned to them.
We exhaustingly spent the last month of high school counting down the days until we would look into the sky and lock eyes on caps thrown up in the air. As I sat in class anticipating the bell for lunch, a message from the random boy in my ninth grade science class flashed onto the screen of my phone. I took a glimpse to discern text saying, “In high school, you were still my friend no matter what anyone said about me, and I can’t thank you enough for that,” followed by, “You don’t know how much I felt like giving up.” Suddenly, I became conscious of his urgency to gather supplies for our project in ninth grade, his consistency in seating choices, his large number of absences, and his gradual switch from homemade lunch to school lunch to no lunch at all. At thirteen years old, I held little awareness of how my actions could impact someone’s life. Evidently, the insecurity that persisted in him disappeared.
I went to class the following Monday forgetting we had the appointments. I started on my draft, but I had not finished editing. I rushed to the writing and literature building asking many people to direct me to Professor Wilson. I went in all sorts of directions to finally find the office. I walked in the dark office building, peaking in the already opened door.
I, first, met frustration in 10th grade when I scored D in first essay in my life and it was when I first realized I needed to try harder than what I did in the past. By recommend from my counselor, I decided to take first regular English class in 10th grade; I still got help from ELD class but having regular English class with my 2 years of English knowledge, it was very challenging. Nevertheless, there’s no “give up” in my vocabulary. During class, I could maintain same pace with my classmates by helped from my pink electronic dictionary and at home, I frequently stayed up late to preview the lecture for tomorrow or studying English. As a result, I finished English 10 with A, and the status between my classmates and I totally changed.
Thesis Statement: The library is a good place for relaxation at Limestone College. When I was my first day of classes at Limestone College, I went to do some homework, which Miss Stubblefield sent me about a descriptive essay, Moreover, I was so confused because in my room would be extremely weird to write this essay because I did not have a desk to study. However, I started thinking, and the first place to think was the famous ¨Library¨. Even though was my first day of classes, I was so embarrassed to go alone to the library, I thought that everyone was going to say, that I am a nerd. Before going to the library, I took a deep breath and I moved my legs as fast as I could and I went upstairs to the second floor to stud.
Jonghyun’s POV This is my first day of school in like ten years and I honestly felt depressed about having to spend eight long hours in school just to pass that one final exam and getting a certificate as evidence that I’ve learnt Accounting. Hopefully my first day of school would not be very tough and I can adapt to this new change quickly. After wandering around in the classroom, I decided to find a seat for today’s lecture. So I guess being the first to arrive has it’s own advantages after all. Now, where should I sit…, I wondered.
In the course Printing Technology and Direct Mail Advertising, my teacher arranged design tasks to us every class, but it seemed that our designs were always far from meeting his requirement. I even doubt that his teaching style made our innovation discouraged. However, by the end of the course, when I was tidying up my former works, I found that they were just like a biography of me which witnessed my growth. I suddenly realized that his expectation was more like a driving force that urged me to move forward. This experience will continually remind me to keep an insatiable desire for knowledge in my future studies and
How could I not have realized this before? Am I dumb or something? My pre-algebra teacher, Ms. McCommons, was flouncing and hollering around the dimly-lit classroom as she always did when teaching us math; she was really enthusiastic about the subject. However, her animated gestures failed to get my attention as thoughts of my dad were flooding my mind instead. Thankfully, this was my last class, so afterwards I could just head home, relax, and forget about all I had realized that day.
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.