Pre K Classroom Observation

I learned to understand her struggles at school by knowing that she was always picked on because she didn 't do anything in class and when a teacher did call on her would say something funny and that would eventually get her sent to the office. I felt bad for her because he was try and she just couldn 't do anything she would get really bad headaches from writing a little paragraph and it would take her like an hour. When she was at the dinner were her mom works to Bullies from school came up to her and started talking to her nice in the beginning and then they wanted her to read them the names of ice cream. The kids are trying to figure out if she can read because she never does anything in school. That made me feel bad for he because she had no friends to try to make her feel better so she was just sad for a while.

in the book it says "unlike the little sweetgum school, where we were safely contained in one room all day, the new school had a chaotic thing in placed called the rotation system (karassiens 105)". she was use to on staying in one place but now her new school got her going to different class each time the classes are over. she doesn’t like the "harsh bells rang" and how the hallway is always crowded. she also went to the wrong classroom several times. "A big boy said, "Here come the pigmy."

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.

I would clean and ask them to clean and it hardly ever fruited a positive response .So I experimented with observational learning. On Saturdays I would clean my room and fold laundry all while complaining how hard it is. When I am finished with my room I sit and have an ice cream as payment for my hard work and boast of how proud of myself I am. The kids would ask if they can have ice cream and I would let them know that it is my reward for my hard work. A few hours later both kids started tidying their room when they were finished I told them how proud of them I was and they were both rewarded ice cream.

After lunch the pre-school children, toddlers and babies would go to sleep until 2:30pm. Although not all the children will sleep, so for those children activities will have already been setup for them to do. I always ensure that I encourage children to use the toilet to allow them to become independent. I also demonstrated to the children about what is happening in order for them to follow instructions. I was aware of all the children’s dietary needs, allergies and religious beliefs.

They both worked hard to make each other happy during this stressful event, and that is beautiful. Liesel struggled with school. Liesel could not read, and was told “You Dummkopf - you idiot.” (78). She was bullied for not knowing how to read, and that was going to stop. However, Liesel wrote that “it was not so much school who helped me to read.

For example, in middle school, I had all my class with my best friends. When we had classes together, we would talk, joke around, help each other with class work and homework, but now all of my friends have a different class schedule than I do because they play a different sport, have different electives, or they're doing things they like. Therefore, Seeing my friends find what they enjoy doing and interacting with new people is great, but sometime it's hard because I would feel left out when they talk about things with their new friends. I've grown apart from 3 friends because we don't have any classes together. We still talk once in awhile, but we're just not as close as we were last year.

My Mrs. Dubose was a girl that I met in my elementary school. It’s not the typical story of two girls that became best friend over time, but how my worst enemy motivated and driven me into accomplishing what I once had thought impossible. When I was younger, books were my only escape from reality. I was never sociable because I did not know how to talk to others. When I talked to other people I would look and examine their face expression because I was afraid of saying the wrong thing―even around my friends.

So that was kind of how the daily routine went for all of elementary. Every day after school we sat down together and worked on the school work that would always be giving me trouble whether it was a spelling test or some math homework. Most conversations went like “Your brother Erik can do it just fine, why can't you?” or “Everyone else in class understands this just fine, so that means you aren’t trying enough.” Eventually things started to click it started slowly at first like “Wow Isaac you did ok on this spelling bee.” my mother would say or “You did most of this homework by yourself?” I gradually became independent enough to do work on my own and only with occasional help from my mother or Erik my brother. Finally about the time I started middle school my mother's expectations didn’t go lower it was that I was able to meet them easier. So now when it seems like my mom doesn't expect much it’s because we share the same expectations for me to be responsible and successful and it's not something that needs a constant reminder or outside help, because they match my own

As for Donny’s father he seems to be absent majority of the time and doesn’t show much attention towards his children. Early on in the short story Daisy gets called in to sit and talk to the principle from Donnie’s private school informing her that her son is “noisy, lazy , and disruptive; always fooling around with his friends and he wouldn’t respond in class”. (188). Daisy doesn’t understand what they’ve done wrong because they have done whatever they could think of. According to Daisy “we don’t let him watch TV on school nights.

Crigler after class, and she explained to them that tomorrow, Kendall and Ivy would have to take a test on whatshe had taught. Kendall and Ivy both thought she wasn’t being impartial because they were the only students who had to take the test. Well, as Kendall began the long trek back to her locker, all the way on the other side of the school, she thought about the test. She realizes that she was not paying any attention in class. It would be devastating if she failed her test because it would bring down her math grade, which already wasn’t that great, and she would not be allowed to play in her first game of the

Today was PLC day at Prescott Elementary, which is much like a shorten day, instead of getting out at 3:38 pm., children are let out at 2:38 pm. Even though it was a shorter day, there is still an after-school program. But instead of starting off the program with snack, the children get to go outside. When I walked into the classroom, it was complete chaos, all the children were being very loud and not listening to the teacher. There were also many kids at seats by themselves instead of on the rug, I’m guessing this was their punishment for acting out.

She didn’t know what to do. “And I suddenly had such a vivid flashback that I completely lost my train of thought.” She talked about a childhood experience with her brother Matt. I think she was trying to get the student into learning, but that got the student feel boring instead. The entire lesson, she couldn’t build connections with her students. At the end of the class, she saw her students were yawning and sleeping.

She asks her parents for help, but neither of them remember how to do the kind of math problems she has. By this point, it is already 10:15, so Sally decides to go to bed and turn in her unfinished math homework the next day. Scenarios similar to this one are in no way rare in today’s society, and are

Throughout my entire life, school has been a confrontation. Some days wanting to stay home during the spelling test because my spelling was so atrocious. School had become a burden to me the only thing I wanted to do was play basketball. I had gone through countless sikova meetings to help me use tools and find ways around my reading and spelling problem. pt1 One day my 7th grade teacher had pulled me aside and told me that he saw so much potential in me and he felt like it was all going to waste; and that I would need to put more effort into school he said “(call to adventure) Ryan put as much effort into school as you put into basketball”.