In public school I was in grades 2nd thru grades 3rd. Then my parents took me out of the private school because they were giving me baby work. Then I went back to my first school I attended Malakoff elementry. My pass and last two years of emementry school was the best. Fourth grade comes and turned out to be a good year with the teachers I got and my friends I meet were awesome and good people.
The year after I left Cedar Creek, I joined Thousand Oaks Elementary, and more specifically, Teacher Libby’s class. She was nice, but I found all the books in her class dull and pointless. So I borrowed my brother’s books, he three years my elder, and brought them to school with me. I remember one day I was so engrossed in a Percy Jackson book that I didn’t notice everyone had already gone to the rug five minutes ago. I had a wild imagination and
Up until this point I was growing into a student that hated school because I struggled. Mrs. Howell was my life savor, at a time when a desperately needed saving. She rescued me by challenging me. Challenging me to be the very best version of myself that I could possible be. She worked with me all year long, before school, after school, and even during the summer between 4th and 5th grade.
As an only child living with an elderly couple, Montgomery found companionship in her imagination, nature, books, and especially writing. When she was nine, she began writing poetry and keeping a journal. She also spent time with her Uncle John and Aunt Annie Campbell (her mother 's sister), and their family in Park Corner. There she spent many happy days, playing with her cousins and visiting her paternal grandfather, Senator Donald Montgomery, who lived close to the Campbells. She loved her Cavendish home and Silver Bush (as the Campbell farm was called) in Park Corner.
Even though I learned to spell it through memory, I still was able to spell such a big word on my own in second grade. After school one day, still in second grade, my sister and her friends still was trying to spell words for their spelling test. She was in the sixth grade. Every day I would go outside with her and a couple of her friends from around the neighborhood. I enjoyed their company simply because they were four years older than me.
My nine years at Mary Queen of Peace has been unforgettable and memories I will never forget. I remember walking into my first day of kindergarten in Mrs. Bucheit’s class and knowing only 6 kids in the grade. All I could think about was how I’m going to be like one of the big 8th graders someday. Once a week after school we would go to The Goodwillie’s house for 2 or 3 hours and eat lunch then play outside and eat lunch. First grade, I was in Ms. Summer’s class and had the most fun in my life in her homeroom.
My mom worked long hours, so we rarely went out anymore. I was often in charge of looking after my sisters, and I’d make up games and stories for them, fueling my creativity. We didn’t have much, and it doesn’t seem like anything special, but those three years of seeing my mom work so intensely to provide for us, of waiting for my dad’s phone calls, and having to take responsibility for my sisters, it all helped me become increasingly mature and independent. My mom became my role model, and I strived to grow up to be like her, so I studied diligently in school and made A’s. I began drawing in my spare time with my sisters, and that was the very start of my passion towards my
Every day, my grandmother would wake me up at 6:45 AM so that I could get ready for school. Then, I would take a warm shower, eat eggs and bread for breakfast, and take the bus to school. My schedule for semester 2 consisted of Math, Biology, Physics and 3D Modeling. I originally had English but enrolled it in ADLC to lighten the weight of my coursework. Math was always my favorite subject in school ever since Elementary school.
---- Time marched on; I was almost finished with my first quarter of classes. Mike Newton remained my shadow while Alice despite all my qualms, became my best friend. Her parents - particularly her mother - were even growing on me. I had spent a considerable amount of time at their home, and was included whenever they visited and took Alice out to dinner, to shop or to see a movie. Summer break was three weeks away, and I was uncertain about where I would spend it.
It took me about a week to be able to read the book. I reread it five times until I could read through it without any issues. I went to school that next day and told my best friend Madison how I could read higher level books than other kids. Mrs. August over heard and boy did she let me have it. "August!
Take for example J.D, an 18 month old infant who always cries whenever her mother leaves. She doesn’t sleep at all during nap time and cries whenever I go to other babies cots. That went on for a about two weeks. Even at that time, I knew about separation and stranger anxieties because of one seminar I attended that summer. I said to myself it’s just natural and developmentally appropriate for them to feel that way.