As the days progress, there are always new adventures waiting each day. I constantly learn new skills, meet wonderful educators, volunteers, and most importantly, assist children who have the potential and enthusiasm to achieve different goals. My day started on a rainy, Monday morning, no different than any other Monday, so I thought. I traveled to Johns Island on this day; Angel Oak Elementary School happened to be my morning destination. When I arrived, I did not expect any additional duties, other than observing tutors and students throughout sessions. Appears that life had novel ventures awaiting me that day. After settling in the Reading Center, I engaged in a morning check-in with the Site Coordinator, Kelly and the Literacy Lead, Katherine.
1226 Piedmont School Rd resided directly across the street from an enormous, private K-12 academia of the same name; the house serving as the poster child of the neighborhood’s median income to all who commuted to and from the institution. In front, the driveway curved in a half-circle, at just the perfect angle to make mom’s new E-class look pristine facing the road. Supplementing the view on either side, two Japanese Maples my father planted for my brother and I as a birthday present: one named after him, and the other after me. In the spring the leaves sprouted out from the branches with five tips, like hands reaching for the sun; in the fall they turned bright red, like a bouquet of roses before perishing. Against the backdrop of the brick
Khristy Hernandez 1AB Mrs.Carroll Place: Seabourn Elementary School, 1st graders Time: 4 hours and 14 minutes The point for this observation was to ask my mentor ‘ What has been the biggest challenge for her in relation to providing accommodations?’ And ‘ How she overcame that challenge?’ Her biggest challenge in relation to providing accommodations is the fact that you need to customize each kid's needs, like homeschooling, free lunch, and getting teachers to take out kids out of class for 15 minutes just to help them get better at reading or anything else.
When I was attending Kaneland John Shields Elementary School in Sugar Grove, everday was just the same. First we started out with Silent reading our books, and then moved onto reading with our guided reading books. Next, we would move onto writing, where some days we free wrote and others we had an assignment. After Writing we had specials, which consisted of, art, P.E, computer,and music. Then we had lunch, math,and lastly social studies and science.
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I decided to cover for my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4.
Growing up in Capital Heights, Maryland was never easy. At the time the crime in that City was to me, at its peak, there were shootings, robbing’s, and bad influences around every corner. Every day I got up early and walked out my little house sitting firmly on the hill, down the street to John Edgar Howard Elementary, the school I attended at the time. Yes, the neighborhood was rough, but I was fortunate enough to have a strong support system. My Grandmother made sure to wake me up every morning to haul me of to school where I would meet my loving, devoted teachers and coaches.
At the end of 5th grader we went to a tour at Incline Middle School. We were elated that we will be going to this school! We will be the new 6th graders. I felt so excited. We finally got there.
My First Day of 6th Grade Noises filled the crowd with excitement in Cupertino Middle School. It was the first day of 6th grade. I was feeling nervous. Sweat was forthcoming down my face very slowly. I had never been in such a huge school with lots of students.
At Calvin Coolidge Elementary School, advanced math class started in fourth grade. I have been put into the higher math courses ever since then. Once I got to seventh grade, I was put into pre- algebra honors and in eighth grade I was placed in algebra honors. I have never had below a B in math ever which shows that I am a hard worker and I aim to do well in school.
When I was in the third grade at Saint Roberts I was struggling a lot with math, it didn’t make sense to me and I soon fell behind the rest of my peers. I still remember the board they had in my classroom, there was an ice-cream cone for every student in the class, when you passed your multiplication table test you received a ‘scoop’ on your ice-cream cone and got to advance to the next test. When you had finally reached it to 12 you received a root beer float for your hard work. I never got passed 4. During this time my older sister Lauren who is now in College was looking at high schools in the city, so my mother decided that me and my brother should switch schools as well to make it easier for her and my dad who are now divorced.
I entered the doors of Forge Road Elementary School on a Monday morning with a glowing, vibrant smile. My fellow fifth grade classmates were astonished by my hair, perfectly pressed and straitened, cascading from the top of my head down to my shoulder blades. The night before, my mother finally complied with my importunes and strayed away from our Sunday night tradition of braiding my hair into what seemed like a hundred tiny, stiff braids. Sunday nights were war; my knotted and curly hair the enemy, my mother the brave warrior, and the comb her weapon. I was joyfully elated when my mother agreed to straighten my hair .
From the time I was three to the time I was five, I attended Cedar Creek Montessori School. It was very beneficial for me, and I learned a lot in the short time I was there. The staff was very nice and accepting too, despite their idiosyncrasies. One person in particular always stood out to me, and his name was David. He was the storyteller, the one who kept everyone entertained at naptime.
It was a frigid, windy morning in the fall and I was on the bus laughing with my friends. "Hey Sophie & Hannah sit with us!" I called out to them. Finally we got to Kaneland John Shields Elementary school, I walked into my 1st grade class.
My first day at Larchmont Charter School, I was eager to meet new friends and start out a new life. I met my ELA and History teacher her name was Ms. Lorena and my Math and Science teacher her name was Ms. Emily. It was our first back to school night at Larchmont Charter School and my parents and I were talking to my new teachers about me having trouble with math, I always had a hard time with math it seems that I know the answer but I’m to afraid to get the answer wrong. My dad also told my new teacher’s that when I always use to take a test my teacher always use to point to the correct answer and helped me cheat.
I have never attended an elementary or middle school. Now before you assume that I have abandoned nine years of school, let me explain. I attended a small Catholic school growing up. It wasn’t defined as a traditional elementary or middle school.
My elementary school, while wonderful, fell very short in one area: recess. Despite the numerous snow hills that accumulated in the cold Minnesota winters, games like King-of-the-Hill were forbidden, sleds were apparently made to be pulled, not ridden down hills, and you’d be forced to sit on the bench as punishment if you so much as dared to throw a snowball. I know, looking back, that the teachers supervising weren’t trying to limit our fun, they were just trying to keep us – and those around us- safe. However, as a free-spirited child who loved to explore, recess left a lot to be desired. Many days, my friends and I even opted to stay inside and knit so we wouldn’t have to go outside and stand around, bored.