20 out 26 students say they would rather have not block scheduling. Block scheduling is new to my school this year, and I absolutely can’t stand it. First it 's inconvenient and confusing,Secondly it hard to focus when it 's an hour and half long, Thirdly, I tend to forget some things because I 've had a day without it. Block scheduling is very inconvenient and confusing for students and teachers. On the first day of school it was like my brain was about to explode.
It went from high school getting everything done for you to college where you are basically all on your own. It was a big fear for me because I didn’t know what classes to take or which classes would be good for my career which is business. I remember going towards the admission office thinking to myself what am I even going to say or what do I even need to do to start the whole process of class selection. I felt my heart raising, felt empty in the inside and even scared because I really didn’t know what to say to the people in the office. Once entering the office I got nervous and asked for the steps to register for classes then that’s when they sent me to the pathway center.
So for the whole day I was freaking out basically, weird sounds were coming about, students we 're going home sick left and right, it was just a weird week of school. So for the rest of that day my mind went back and fourth, are they real, are they not and that just kept crossing my mind at that moment. It got pretty bad to the point we 're I couldn’t really concentrate about school. So then again 4th block hit, and in my 4th block classes I have some crazy people in their, which was Spanish the first one was just ranting on how he has proof on seeing these clowns, and at this point I just want to get over this moment. So obviously I want to know what’s going on, he’s a weird kid, didn’t really care for him, tall and skinny, didn’t even know his name.
I wake up to do everything by myself, cook, clean, go to school, and especially homework. The workload from school kept getting harder each year, and it got worse during the start of high school. When I first arrived back from my first day of 9th grade I had to annotate a poem written by Shakespeare. As I sat down to do the homework I realized I didn 't know what annotating meant. I asked my parents for help and they didn’t even knew who Shakespeare was.
S is for School I was really nervous on the first day of school. I was afraid that I was going to do something stupid that was going to embarrass me. I remember that I was walking into school. I had lot of trouble getting my locker open. I needed Mrs. Hasan ( language arts teacher) to open my locker with a key.
Even in a room full of people, I felt alone. When I was a sophomore, I moved from the East coast, to the South. With a time zone in between my old life and my new one, I knew this transition would not be an easy one. On the first of school, fight or flight instincts kicked in and I wanted to run away. Coming from a school of one thousand students to one quadruple the size was frightening.
After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked. Everyone though I didn’t know anything. People made fun of some word I did not pronounce correctly, I was scared to open my mouth or even asked a question in class, because I though the teachers would ask me to repeat it again. I cried almost every night. One day I finished my history essay and the teacher told me to wait after class,
Standardized testing ugh. The absolute worst part of school.Testing is so dreadful because it’s time consuming, forget consuming it’s devouring, teachers and students don’t get the graded test back fast enough, and last but definitely not least students already have to study for classroom test weekly now you want to overload their brains! This why I am against standardize test. These test have a desire to devour classroom time and brain capacity. Class is already very tiring, think of adding hour long test.
Then when they found me I was I knew I was gonna be in big trouble. The teachers put me on the fence for the rest of the recess period. When I got back in the classroom I got right in my seat and started to cry a little but not a lot. I held in the tears like the man I was, but it was very hard to do. I thought I was going to burst like a bubble when I got in there I was really surprised I didn't.
That’s why the idea of talking in front of a class (composed of students I don’t know personally) was really overwhelming for me. The day before the first session, I was really scared and worried. I felt that I was still not prepared despite reading the modules repeatedly. I was like, “What if I stutter and forget what I need to say?” “What if they make fun of me?” But during the first session, the odds were in my favor when Benny joined our group. We divided the class into four small groups, and thankfully since there were five of us I got paired with Fret.