Although shy, I loved my friends and siblings and thought the best in every situation. It wasn’t until I grew older and received the guidance and outside perspective of my adopted mom that I realized how awful my home life was. I’ve since begun analyzing my behaviors and emotions that ran through my mind as a child to realize how to overcome the abuse I’d endured. The six books I’ve chosen as mirrors identify the emotions and behaviors I see myself having at a young age of nine or ten years old. Though I might not have realized why I was the way I was back then, I know now that I have developed into the woman I am today because of my home life and experiences as a child.
“What educator served as a champion for you as a student and why?” My 4th grade teacher, Kim Howell, is why I’m the person that I am today. She’s a real life hero and by all meanings of the word a champion too not only me, but all students that she comes into contact with. She only sees the potential in her students. She never told me how far behind I was, but instead reassured me about how far I had come By the time I entered 4th grade I was significantly behind in reading and writing. Up until this point I was growing into a student that hated school because I struggled.
Where has that strength gone? I have seen you make it through situations when you were incapable of studying or leading clubs because of asthma. I have seen you smile as they cheered after your campaign speech for president of student government, even though you were the only one in the room who knew how nervous you were the night before. I have seen you fight for what you believed was right. Like for the times, you became extension programmer for Girl Up, when spreading the news of girl empowerment to other Rwandan girls was you’re greatest inspiration or times when your girls at school needed you to reform the tiring school timetable.
They are the same in almost every aspect of life. Hanna has what the narrator describes as the perfect life. Her parents are together, her house is friendly and her dad even visits their fifth-grade class. The two best friends were perfectly content with their life and no matter what they would not be separated nor turn against each other. “We were the girls with the wrong school supplies, and everything we did after that, even the things done just like everyone else, were the wrong things to do” (Horrock 473).
She also said that she would get rid of Obama care because most insurances don’t take it, making it a waste of money. Favorite Thing About FAMMS Caitlyn’s favorite part about being a student here at FAMMS is her new friends. She likes how this school has good teachers that will give her a good education. Caitlyn really likes FAMMS and is glad that she goes here. First Day Of School When Caitlyn first came to school here at FAMMS, she had a rush of excitement and nervousness.
Just as I was about to overtake Preston, I lost control of my footing and plop! Down I went, humiliated, as the ball sped away in the opposite direction, my victory along with it. The morning had started out absolutely fine. Everyone in Miss McKenzie’s fifth grade class was thrilled to see what Mrs. Orsillo had in store for our last PE class of our lower school careers. Mrs. Orsillo was a very solid lady, a stereotypical gym teacher, and not many people liked her ‘tough love’ style of teaching.
Last month a girl I know was having a hard time. Lauren, without hesitation, told her to come over right away and carefully listened to her struggle as well as giving her priceless advice. She is such a good listener and a mature older sister. Not only did she listen to every single detail of the story, she also shared her opinion to the girl and told her about her personal heart-breaking story to deepen the bond. Moreover, she brought out ice cream and made brownies for the girl, because ice cream can compensate for negative emotions.
But it was after he died and she found her way home that she realized who she was. She didn’t need any of them to feel whole, but she was glad she had had them in her life. That was the feeling I had after disclosing the details of my messy Junior year with my teacher. I knew I had made mistakes, and I finally owned up to them even if it was just in my head. I’m not saying I don’t still make mistakes because in the words of Hannah Montanna, “everybody makes mistakes.” I’m just saying that I can acknowledge that
Whenever I was in the eighth grade I was put into a few classes with a teacher I knew that I was not going to like. The first day of school I walked the dreadful walk to her classroom after science class and knew that Mrs. Jackson was going to be horrible. I was never really the student who had to study throughout middle school, so whenever I was put into Honors English, I just knew that I had set myself up for failure. Mrs. Jackson was one of those teachers who loved her job, you could see it in the way she smiled, she loved the way that a book could change someones
I am humbled to have had the opportunity to volunteer in such a positive atmosphere because I know not all places are as exceptionally pleasant as my placements were. The only problem I had during my volunteer experience was at Preston High when I was volunteering for Ms. Ryan. She knew I was volunteering for her on the specific day and when I went into the school to sign in, the secretary had no idea who Ms. Ryan was. Even though Preston High is a very big school and Ms. Ryan was a new teacher there, I think each staff member should at least know who each other are. It can be dangerous to not know all the teachers.