Knowledge is kept from students which leaves them bored and causes violence. When Clarisse is telling Montag about her school, she says that they have "'an hour of TV class, an hour of basketball or baseball or running, another hour of transcription history or painting pictures, and more sports, but do you know, we never ask questions, or at least most don't; they just run the answers at you'" (27). They spend the whole day at school keeping the student busy without allowing them to think or use their brains at all. The students have information thrown at them too fast to process and are distracted from thinking and doing anything that stimulates their brain. This version of school either leaves people exhausted or in need of activity to use the energy and thoughts that are wasted during school.
Being only six months old at the time of such a tragic event, I was not aware of the innocent lives being taken, heartbreaks, or prayers being said for loved one’s to live, with much sorrow in their voices, as I laid there in my cradle so unaware sleeping soundly. As years past, I began learning about 9/11 in school over the intercom for the morning announcements. Later throughout my education, my history teachers began teaching this attack as lessons. The cracking in their voices while holding back tears was heartbreaking to watch and learn as they went on with the lesson. In middle school, a classmate of mine told our class about how her dad’s friend had lost his life from the collapse.
Mrs. Jensen, Lorraine 's mother, is very overprotective and is constantly reminding Lorraine to stay away from boys. When Lorraine says that she has been hanging out with kids at a local diner after school, her mother tells her that she is no longer allowed to go because there are always boys hanging around there. She does not want Lorraine hanging around boys because she believes that boys " 'only [have] one thing on their minds '" (46). Mrs. Jensen also tells her daughter that she is " 'not a pretty girl '" (11). Lorraine hearing this from her mother makes her become very insecure about her body
She says, “…in an overcrowded and unhappy home, it’s incredibly easy for any child to slip away. The high levels of frustration, depression and anger in my house made my brother and me invisible” (Barry 857). Barry describes how throughout her early life she learned how to cope with her situation of being neglected by her own parents. She mentions that she would always go to school a couple of hours earlier to play on the playground and talk with the janitor at the school. For Barry, school was where she would feel secure and it would help her escape from all that she went through at home.
Who was Ruby Bridges you may be wondering. Well today I will take you on a journey of what she went through when she went to an all-white school. She endured treacherous names and torture from her classmates. Even though she was called horrible names and even harassed she, still chose to go to school. Her dad did not like this and refused to let Ruby go to school but Ruby's mom talked him in to letting her go to school.
My family does not get excited about me getting bad grades.My mom has been trying to find me a tutor but has not been very successful in finding her task.I say to my parents that i am trying my best to find and get help from teachers and fellow students but I think to myself that i have been lying becasue i have not been trying my hardest. If i think about it i havent been trying at all. About a week ago my family and i had a conversation about bad grades.It sounded a little like this. Mom: “Jon you need to grades up before the end of the trimester,”. Jon: “i am trying, its just a little frustrating”.
All throughout middle school when we were assigned to read a novel I would dread it. My perspective of reading for enjoyment soon changed when I was in eighth grade. Mrs. Benavides, my eighth grade language arts teacher, assigned our class to read The Outsiders, and I coursed I was complained in my head, I don’t want to read (actually pretend to read and then use Sparknotes) another lame book. The first day we got the book we were all told to read chapters 1 through 3, and this time all of the kids in my class complained and I wasn’t the only one. So, there I was at home in front of my computer typing in “the outsiders by S.E Hinton”, into Google, and the top search that popped up was a link to the movie on Youtube.
One teacher allows certain kids to do whatever they want, the same teacher watches other students like a hawk, yelling at them at everything they do. My younger sister, a student at Menlo, often comes home crying because of bullying. Bullying is not punished. Because Menlo a small school, bullying is a huge problem that seems to be ignored. The dress code is sexist and unfair, girls are called out of class for periods lasting up to 2 hours and told their body is just a distraction, while boys get a minute warning.
The argument regarded my attendance at my sister’s, Savannah’s, literacy night at her school. This event is when students, teachers, and parents discussed reading, good reading habits, etc. This disagreement in the living room of my house a couple weeks ago. I did not deem it necessary that any of us go but she did. We yelled at each other back and forth and I ended up having to go anyway but was miserable the entire night.
Throughout the book Scout goes from a little girl to a young woman with help from different life experiences. Scout might be really bright, but she is too quick to talk back to the teacher so she was in trouble with the teacher almost everyday. When Scout came back from school after beating up Walter Cunningham because she told the teacher why he couldn’t take her money, she told her father, Atticus and he said says “That you never really understand a person until you climb into his skin and walk around in it” and “You just hold your head high and keep those fists down. No matter what
Raised in a rural environment Estelle was brought up along side the neighbors children and basically allowed to raise hell for most of her childhood. Marguerite was an anarchist, but the state required Estelle attend a public school so off she was sent. Here she picked up on speaking in a neutral accent since most of the kids couldn 't understand her if she spoke her natural way(having picked up a thick creole accent from her great grandmother). Estelle also showed a talent for her math homework, but she also got into fights with the 'city ' kids for making fun of her or the neighbor 's children. It caused her teachers to start to question her work since her troublemaking ways caused some to wonder if she was
Special-ed classes in a way sink children with autism, even more deeply into their own isolated world. Jake was struggling to communicate with his family, and this has been what killed his mom the most. Kristine was so destroyed at the thought that her son wasn 't able to tell her how his day was like, or how he would never respond to the “good night , my baby angel”(53) comments she would tell him every night before he went to bed. Kristine was determined to fix her son. She sat down with him everyday trying to get him ready for kindergarten.
My literacy background started out rough. I was diagnosed with dyslexia when I was in first grade, but before that my teachers knew I had trouble writing and identifying my letters. I was taken out of recess and free time in kindergarden to work on flash cards in the hall with my teacher, which made me feel I was being punished. I was continued to be pulled out of classes and special activities that other students were doing to work one on one with a teacher or an aid on reading and writing skills. This I feel is the reason I hated literacy until high school.
The reason for the bullying was mostly due to my last name resembling the name of a fish called a Tilapia. Yet the one that teased me the most was this African American kid in my class; every time he saw me, he called me Tilapia, and the bullying had gotten to the point where I always got beat up by him and his crew. I didn’t really care about the bullying, because I was a relaxed kid in the third grade; plus the teachers in that school were really useless about this problem, because their solution was man up or be stronger than him. Anyway, the bullying escalated for many months; till one day during break, I pushed him, telling him to stop teasing. Of course, he retaliated and pushed me back, and knocked me into the teacher’s table, and just as he was about to punch me in the face, I took the stapler that was on top of the teacher’s table and hit him in the head.