It was a warm and sunny morning during August, it was only the first week of school at McDole Elementary, I was in 1st grade. Mrs.Olma my teacher was walking us back from a bathroom break. Eventually when we were in the classroom she told us to sit down because she had something very important to say to the whole class. She made sure everyone in the classroom was paying attention to her.
Residential Schools was an enormous lengthening event in our history. Residential schools were to assimilate and integrate white people’s viewpoints and values to First Nations children. The schools were ran by white nuns and white priests to get rid of the “inner Indian” in the children. In residential schools, the children suffered immensely from physical, emotional, sexual and spiritual abuse. Although the many tragedies, language was a huge loss by the First Nations children. One of the worst punishments in residential schools was for speaking their own language. The use of residential schools on First Nations has led to substantial loss of the indigenous languages, therefore, causing further cultural losses to First Nations people.
Last year I moved from Guttenberg to Manchester, which moved me from Clayton Ridge to West Delaware High School. The whole move was a speedy process. Before we moved I only knew 3 people that attended West Delaware and out of those people, none of them are my age. I was upset with my parents for putting me in the position of leaving all my friends that I had finally gotten used to, to move somewhere where I didn’t know anybody. A rush of emotions were coming onto me; fear of losing friends, anger and resentment towards my family for not telling me until they had already bought the house, but also excitement because I would be starting all over again and meeting new people.
Life throws many challenges at you, but you need to know when to tackle them and when not to. A challenge is something that Is a struggle for you and needs more attention than a problem. Now I know this from experience from the time that my baseball team was in the league finals and disaster struck out.
I grew up in a middle-class, small town neighborhood right next to the coast in south Texas. At the age of fourteen, I moved to the Texas Hill Country. Before this time, I had been homeschooled since the third grade. I learned early how to think on my own and to think on a deeper level. I was able to take astronomy, robotics and things that helped develop my science skills which was an opportunity for to explore many avenues that I would have been unable to do in a public school setting. I believe that the individual attention that I received and the opportunity of being able to study areas that I had interest it will help me in my future.
It was 3:00 I had just got home from school and my parents were still working. I walked inside to see what was cooking, dad had chicken pot pie in the oven. Walking into my room I looked at my school picture on the wall, and on the bottom Mason Clastipher was engraved. I walked into my bedroom, which was messy like it always was dropped my backpack and started on some homework.
dinner.“How was your first day of school?” She asked. Logan didn’t think much of moving schools but it was nothing special. “Fine, I guess. I mean you don’t usually see a new kid in the middle of February.” It was a long day for Logan but with all the stress his mom had from moving houses and jobs he didn’t want to add any stress. “Don’t worry honey, it will get better. Just be patient.” His mom had just gotten a new job as a nurse and his dad is a businessman. “When will dad be home. He’s always late.” Logan and his dad didn’t have the best relationship. His dad is very secretive and always has been. “Logan enough with that negative attitude now go set the damn table.” His mom said with force. “Ok, ok, sorry.” Logan replied. He reluctantly set the table as his dad burst through the door. Logan tried to ask his dad about his day but he just waved him off and asked his mom when the food would be ready.
Not everyone has the privileges to know what I’m about to tell you so consider yourself lucky. From what motived me to move to Milwaukee, my passion and my ambitions to succeed in life.
The summer was almost over went I realized that in a couple of weeks I will be in my new school that is not anymore a school, now we are talking about a college. When the times came I was on an airplane, on my way to Texas. My feelings were really emotional because I was living my hometown, the city that I grow up and never left for too long, on other hand, I was really excited because I was doing what it was right for me. I had a scholarship to play baseball and study for free.
The greatest journey I went on was moving from New York to Texas. My family and I had packed up the van, and we were driving to Texas to meet up with our moving truck. I learned a thing or two on our trip. One thing I learned is that change is ok. Another thing I learned is to follow where God wants you to go. I was very nervous about moving to Texas, but once I realized that Texas was where God wanted my family to go, I started to get
After leaving Jewish day school in the sixth grade and moving to a public school, I struggled to maintain my connection to my faith. It was difficult for me to return to synagogue on Saturdays, as there was a social pressure to make connections with new friends, and manage the new workload. Slowly but surely, I saw the parts of made me Jewish fade into the background. In the seventh grade, I had an enlightening conversation with my grandmother, who suggested I take part in the Ivry Prozdor program at the Jewish Theological Seminary, where my grandfather had received his rabbinical degree. On Sunday mornings, I engaged in fascinating classes on Jewish law, heritage, history as well as conversation Hebrew language. I have studied at Prozdor every
Education is very important for everyone and it will only get more important. Schooling is just plain bad. It used to serve a purpose, like the heart in a person 's body, but now it is basically just boring students more and more. Nowadays at the end of the day, we all just want to go home. Many aspects of public education are problematic. For example, the usefulness in grading systems (other than IB schools) are questionable. It cages up creativity and makes the students unmotivated. Also many times the grading system is just wrong. When students write something and give it to the teacher to grade sometimes they can get a horrible grade. That is surprising for the students because it’s like they think its good and that they’re going to get a good grade where in reality they get a horrible one. As Picasso once said, “ All children are born artists, the problem is to remain an artist as they grow up." Children are not frightened of being wrong. Being wrong isn’t the same thing as being creative at all. If you 're not prepared for being wrong, you’ll never come up with anything original.By the time we get to be adults, most kids have lost that. The kids ( now adults) have
Have you ever felt uncomfortable, nervous, and confused ? These are all the things I felt moving to a new school. I had no idea if I would gain friends or if anyone would like me. Maybe if I had a tour around the new school before my first day I would have not been so disorientated. Going from a one story school to a two story school was hard, having to look down every five seconds to make sure I was on the right hall, or if I was suppose to be upstairs or downstairs. Bumping into people while looking down and asking multiple people for direction even though I was shy. Giving five minutes after each class to get to the other, walking into a classroom on my first day people staring and observing. Moving to a different town is not about the new house, it is about adapting to a new environment.
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A child is struggling to learn at his/ school. He is more of a visual learner, like learning with pictures and shapes in front of him. His school, however, does not have the power and funding to do such things for him, which leaves him struggling and get bad grades. Now, why does he have to struggle in a school system which can’t even support his learning style?