One of my first students, Juana, was scheduled to take her citizenship test. As we practiced the flashcards and the multiple run throughs of the practice test, I saw the fear in her eyes, and for the first time I felt everything she was going through: the fear, the excitement, and the chance for a new and better life. That night we left feeling nervous, but the confidence in the work we achieved was present. The next day I did not receive a phone call from Juana, she was supposed to call upon her passing, but there was silence. Still seven o’clock nothing; however at 7:39 PM, I received a call from a very excited Juana who now is a citizen of the United
My teacher asked me my schedule, the papers I got in homeroom and she explained everything for me her voice comforted me. It was all my fault I didn’t bother to look at the papers and my schedule. I learned that it’s always worthy to follow directions. She told me to go to my second period. I got up and started walking to the door everyone’s eyes were on me with nervousness on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door knob.
With my luck I wasn 't surprised that the day National Honor Society slips were handed out, my homeroom teacher was absent. As I went from period to period, everyone gushed about how they were considered to become a part of the society. I sat there silently not saying a word. One can only imagine the stress I went throughout the day wondering if I was in or out. I ended up getting the letter the next day during homeroom.
‘What is perspectives?’ I clearly remember Mrs. Faith asking us to jot down the various perspectives in our notebooks. For me, that was a drag, but I had to do it, and so the TOK story starts… Cultural Perspectives: I began reading the textbook engrossing myself by every second. Different cultures always caught my eye and suddenly learning about that in school had me even more excited for the upcoming TOK lessons. ‘Culture is the fabric of meaning in terms of which human beings interpret their experience and guide their action’ - Anthropologist Clifford Geertz.
Azairah, just like Kyle, quit her job without explanation. Just as friendly a farewell she could give since it was the last time she 'd ever be speaking to them. It wasn 't until there came a knock at the door did she realize that everything was official. Like a new book being opened for the first time, a new journey, a
The next day I returned with my blank paper in my hand. I waited for what seemed like forever but found, within me, the courage to walk inside. Without saying a word, I held up my blank piece of paper in front of him. “It wasn 't a mistake, you just aren’t tall enough”, said the coach looking down at me. That one sentence, twisted a knife in my heart.
“If I get a cat, should I name it Daisy or Fred?” I asked my boyfriend, sipping out of my water at Applebee’s, a conversation that was quite the norm for us. I stared at him in a serious expression waiting for his answer. The lights were dim, resembling a nice quiet candle-lit night in, as an 1800’s novel would portray. The dim lighting set a good mood for this type of conversation, as the lights hit his face perfectly, bringing out the soft features in his face. “Wait, wouldn’t that depend if you get a cat that is a boy or a girl?” His face smirked as it always did whenever we talked about this topic.
So I protected myself by feigning ignorance. I pretended Mike Newton didn’t follow me to the library every afternoon before dinner. When I caught sight of him lurking in the hallway outside my English classroom, I convinced myself that my eyes were playing tricks on me. And if I thought he was outside the window of my dorm room, it was only my imagination. ---- Time marched on; I was almost finished with my first quarter of classes.
Throughout my life, I truly believed that I was amazing at writing due to the grades I received on my essays in the English class. I thought it would be totally impossible not to be enrolled into Honors English my freshman year. However, the impossible became possible, and I was placed into regular English which devastated me. This made me seek revenge towards the school, to show them the mistake that they had committed, so I set up a goal to be accepted into Honor English 2 my sophomore year. To this day, I remember the anxiety flowing through me as I received my sophomore schedule from the school staff.
I think without the knowledge from this class I would not have done as well as I did on that paper. That is why I am grateful for this class because it helps me write papers for others classes and do well. In the end, Dual English Comp has caused me a lot of stress but it has also opened my mind up to writing a successful college paper. I learned new things from writing a thesis to the correct apostrophe positions, to how to cite things correctly. My high school English class never taught me any of the things I have learned in here, so now I can proudly say when I go off to college that I know how to write a college academic essay because of Dual English