English class made me feel empty-headed and lost. I never knew what was going on, and I also began not to care; However, when I was placed into Ms. Hightower 's class, everything changed! She gave me confidence in myself, my abilities, and helped me uncover intelligence I never knew I had. My freshman year of high school created my hate for English. My freshman class full of 15-year old 's were forced to read and write essays about the constitution and politics we knew and understood nothing about: It was the most tedious and doltish idea in the world.
There was sound from the back who were “the People” who sat in the back and talked, ate, and actually paid attention when they only wanted to. “The People’ were yelling at Mr. Castor, so he told Norma to teach sonia. Norma is so smart that she explained the math problem in a easy way to Sonia. Now sonia can do homework and then she won’t be yelled at by her father for not learning the math problems. Norma was a mathematical genius who was the only one that would talk to the Pip squeaks sitting in front of the class.
In Marcus Hung’s article “Talking Circles Promote Equitable Discourse” the author talks about how he uses “talking circle” a structured discussion format to influence equitable student participation in his math class. As a math teacher he observed that during “Stratified classroom talk” or traditional whole-class discussions the majority of students who tend to volunteer and respond most frequently were students who were mathematically confident, and they were the same few students every time. Even in the small group discussions in his classroom Hung observed that most of the discussions were still done mainly by students who were mathematically confident. According to Hung, these discussion formats did not promote the equitable participation
Finally 2 months later, I started school, everything was different to my country and there were people from all countries. I made new friends and I was doing so good in school, I were learning a new language, English, it was amazing. Even though,it was hard to read and speak the english i felt comfortable because in my class everyone was just learning like me. After the time passed I did it, but now i’m out of the ESL and sometimes I feel bad and less the other because almost in all my classes everyone can speak and understand English pretty good . While sometimes I don 't understand certain things and I feel embarrassed to ask for help or say that I didn 't understands.
Say that a student walks into a math classroom, and the teacher begins to teach. The teacher says 2 + 2 is 5: it is commonly known this is not correct due to the proper knowledge they have gained during their lives, but if this student had never had a math class before, how would they know? The answer is they would not, and that is why good teaching is important for knowledge. This is in Protagoras, a story where a young man named Hippocrates wants to visit a sophist named Protagoras, but he has no idea what exactly a sophist does and whether Protagoras speaks with wisdom or not. Socrates warns, “You put down your money and take the teaching away in your soul by having learned it, and off you go, either helped or injured.” (314b3-b5) This is an important point; good teaching is the basis of knowledge and wisdom, and without the proper foundation, one cannot have productive
I am an Asian and I am not really good at math. My parents hired a math tutor to help me in school. When I first came to United States, I had to take a math assessment test for the community college that I was applying for. I was happy with the result that I got because it was not as bad as I was expecting it to be. However, my father’s friend asked me why I did not get a high score.
When I think about myself, as a math learner one thing that I know is very important is low stress. Growing up during Elementary school, Middle school and high school I always enjoyed math and found it to be a very interesting and relaxing subject. Once I began taking AP Calculus during my senior year of high school I saw my stress level start to raise and my retention of information and my engagement with understanding the material versus just getting the right answer drop. I became fixated with having the right answers even if I did not understand how the math worked. This is a sad reality for many high school math students they are obsessed with the right answer.
Dr. Robeson answered each question thoughtfully; none were met with a simple answer. He said his job at Mount Mercy University was to be able to teach any math course to students and advise. His high school advisor initially influenced the reason he pursued math but then after the Navy he went back to school to become a math teacher. When asked his favorite thing about math, he instantly responded because “there was so much of it” and “that it’s beautiful and abstract”. One question was changed mid-interview; what is his least favorite thing about math.
“A Single Story” creates stereotypes and gives people fixed impressions of things. When I came to American in my high school year, I saw many people have “a Single Story” about Asians. Many of them think all Asian students do well in math and have strict parents who push them harder to get A. They feel surprised when an Asian student gets a bad grade on a math test or say their parents don’t care their grade. However, not every Asian is the same.
The first day of school came by so quickly, and I remember going to school not knowing anybody or anything. In the beginning I felt that I was invisible in the classroom. Learning English was the only thing that made me hate going to school. It just took me some time until I accomplished learning the language. It was hard for me to communicate with other people.
During my elementary school time, I had learned that this world is full of competition and you have to act out in order to stand a chance. I was quite intelligent in my classes, especially on the subject of mathematics. While I thought nothing of it,as I was bullied for that reason, my teachers saw it differently. Then, during the 4th grade, my teacher, Mr.Green, had asked me if I would like to join the school’s math field day team. At first, I wasn’t so sure, but after a few days, I was now a part of my school’s math field day team, along my twin brother, Anthony.
u02d2 Repairing a Learning Experience – Sheila R. Darden An unpleasant learning experience was taking an algebra class online and needing to have a tutor. I did not like math when I was in high school; however, I needed a math class to obtain my bachelor degree and could do a face-to-face class. It was difficult for me to grasp the concepts used to solve the equations and the tutor tried simplify the processes so I could complete the equations. The problem with this class was I could not make any connections with what I was supposed to learn and other math classes. I was able to pass the class with the help of the tutor; however, I did not retain all of the concepts needed to solve the difficult equations.
In 7th grade, I transferred from Bryan Middle school to Visitation Catholic School and there was not enough room in the accelerated math program, which ultimately set me behind. In high school, I found myself bored in math and knew I needed to challenge myself, so I ended up setting up a meeting with the math department head and we discussed my options. Sophomore year, I ended up taking two math classes, which was not easy; double the test, quizzes and lessons! However, by taking two math classes, I was able to get myself into a higher math class which ultimately was my goal, and achieving it was an amazing feeling.
So like many freshmen on their first day I got lost looking for my first class, it was such a big school and many of the halls weren’t even in alphabetical order. I wound up asking one of the construction workers and they told me that it was “over there”. I didn’t understand because they didn’t point in any direction, I started walking around the corner and saw the same construction worker again, I asked him again and this time he
My classmates always praised me for my intelligence, for the A+ I had recently received on my Pre-Calculus quiz, or expressed their wish to have possessed a fragment of my cleverness. In fact, I did enjoy those praises. Immersing myself inside those compliments, I felt flawless and was willing to do anything to protect my dignity. Such a mindset had motivated me toward leaving the Advanced Placement U.S. History class when challenges arose, and it was the last time I allowed such a mediocre thinking to influence my intellectual exploration. One Tuesday afternoon toward the end of August, my rosewood-painted desk was piled with assignments.