Falling out of my chair as the language professor walks in, is not exactly what I had in mind for what his first impression of me would be, but never the less that’s what happened. Dr. García-Castañón opened the classroom door as I was finding my seat. He walked into the classroom greeting the students in Spanish. I looked up to see what he was saying and was so focused on trying to understand by how his facial expressions were, and how the class was reacting to what he was saying, that when I went to sit down in my chair I did not notice that my chair was not underneath me. As I lifted myself off the ground in total utter embarrassment, unable to compose how mortified I felt that I had just fallen out of my seat, I look up to find the entire class looking forward completely unaware of my misfortunes and Dr. García-Castañón taking attendance in a nonchalant way, also unaware that I just fell to the ground. My misfortunes at the beginning of the class was not the last one I would encounter. Dr. García-Castañón spoke to the class about a reading assignment and …show more content…
As the student I tried to keep up with what was going on, but it was very strenuous to try to decode the language barrier I was experiencing. I was at times difficult to focus on what was being said, because I couldn’t understand what was being said, so what was the point. I was embarrassing to speak and it was embarrassing to try to read. I almost felt unintelligent because I didn’t know what was going on or how to understand what was going on. I can imagine that this is how children who are immersed into a classroom where very few speak your language can be a difficult learning environment for those students. I cannot say that I have learned firsthand that emersion is not the most effective way to reach a student who does not speak the language being
This event took place while most of the class was sitting quietly waiting for the teacher to give them directions about their next
Sometimes I question the way you think. ” My heart instantly dropped and the class went totally silent. She walked away from the oval of desks to the right side of the room too her desk. It felt as if someone had knocked the wind out of me.
Slowly, other students made their way into the classroom. As the bell sounded, Mr. Thomas, Manuel’s eighth grade history teacher, stood up behind his desk. He was a large man with a wide face and short brown hair. For the most part, students appreciated his well prepared lessons and pleasant personality. “I would like to introduce a former student,” said Mr. Thomas.
Brennan was observed during the morning in his first grade classroom. At the start of the observation, the class was instructed to sit on the carpet for an activity. Brennan got up out of his seat and appropriately sat on the carpet. Brennan’s teacher, Mrs. Jones, began to engage the class in a writing activity. As she engaged the class in a discussion and wrote sentences on the board, Brennan appeared to pay attention as he stared at the board.
The classroom filled with people, and I sat alone, as the class was one my brothers would not take. I was watching as Professor Timmons began and realized something was amiss. One of the seats was not taken, and I could not place who was missing. It took five minutes for me to realize the missing person. I turned, and he was there, smiling.
And then Roger stood and dropped his textbook. Whomp! [...] Then all of my classmates walked out of the room. A spontaneous demonstration.
This semester has been an ongoing challenge for me but has been an enjoyable one and I have not been presented with any impossible tasks. I have never been much of a writer, and during the course of this semester, I 've struggled to meet length requirements on the assigned essays. However, I do understand that not everyone is an excellent writer or even has to enjoy writing to get a good grade in this 1A class. From the start, with the first essay, I pushed myself to do my best and looked to multiple outlets to polish my writing, such as the online tutor, the writing center, the internet and the writer 's handbook.
A moment after, and after a murmuring of the people around me, Odessa, a student next to me, screamed “Sit down Mr.Castor. You don’t know crap. Norma, go up to the front
I have always found writing hard but now I enjoy it more. I 'm not going to lie and say that it 's easy for me because it 's hard. I get lost with my thoughts a lot. What I say sounds way better then when I put it down on a paper. I have been wanting to write a small book of something.
The bell for lunch rang and I got ready to walk to her classroom. As I walked into her classroom, I was pleasantly greeted with a warm smile. I was still nervous. She “there 's nothing to be worried about, I just have a question,” she began telling me my peers have noticed my activeness within the student body.
As I explore my experiences with literacy my most vivid memory comes from a very late age. While most people draw their memories with reading, writing from a young age, I get mine from my eighth grade year. As a student up until this point I had done just enough to get through the courses and move on to the next year. My eighth grade year seemed to be extremely challenging, and this was due to various factors whether it be the demographics of my school since I was one of three white people in my grade, or my home life where I was adjusting to a new house with a new step mom, but my English teacher had spent the whole year causing me a great deal of agony. Every paper I turned in, I failed, and every effort I made to step up my writing was not
Writing essays and other types of posts has always been difficult for me. But, throughout this composition class, I have learned many interesting and new things about the different types of writing styles. When starting this class, I considered myself to be an average writer with run-of-the-mill vocabulary, ordinary sentence structure and typical finished products. This class has helped me greatly improve my writing skills in a variety of ways. I have learned multiple things by taking this class, such as new ways to approach writing and that there is much that I still need to learn about composition.
Class Observation Summary #1 My two day observation took place at Summit Academy high school. It is a school of about 700 students located in the city of Romulus MI. The teacher, Mrs. Jill Carbone allowed me to observe the 6th hour class for two days for 60 minutes each day. This class is composed of 11 English language learners (ELL); ten of the students are Spanish speakers and one student is Urdu speaker.
Students have difficulties learning when a class is given in another language or when
Being a teacher is a journey that has much to do with learning about yourself and being aware that what happens in your classroom reflects only on how are you with yourself. Teachers are not conscious that they project into students, and that affects how things go in the classroom. I believe the first characteristic of a good teacher is that he/ she is always willing to analyze his/her teaching performance. Second the teacher is humble enough to receive input about the development and application of techniques, learning from it and improving.