At 46 years old, I was not a spring chicken, and was unsure if I could handle it or even fit in. The class started out with 120 students, all young enough to be my children, talk about the generation gap. Having to work twice as hard to keep up with my younger counterparts, I befriended several of the classmates, which until today I still keep in touch. In addition, it was difficult to juggle, between responsibilities and school, so family time was challenging. Remembering back, the hours spent studying late into the night because it was the only quiet time available.
My teacher really has my fellow classmates and myself ready for reality. She taught us everything we needed to know from the simplest to the most difficult techniques and has us prepared us for college. From the way she would teach us and also the way she treated us was an excellent way to show how the real life of a college student really does face on a daily bases. I’ll leave the class by having the prior knowledge of knowing what and how to write an argumentative essay and know how to simply justify the reading side and confront my face my fierce. This year taught me so much that I use certain techniques to help me in other subjects.
I had so many questions on where and how to start. I remember vividly walking over to my teacher 's desk and saying, "I can not do this, I know I can 't." My senior year english teacher changed my perspective on writing that semester. My teacher that semester was Mrs. Ventre. She was there for me for every step of the way. It amazed me to have a teacher take so much time to help and guide me.
All my life, I was always told that I was so smart and advanced for my age. Everything came easy to me: math, writing, reading, sports, and even playing many instruments. All this came with little work. So I seldom ever had to study or practice for anything. This occurred all throughout elementary and middle school. I was even placed in honor classes, yet those classes still turned out to be quite easy for me. I had nothing less than an A, but that was all about to change once I got to high school.
Throughout my past four years at Weddington High School, I am inspired by the impact my teachers have given me. I believe education is the greatest gift you can give to a person who is striving to make a difference. This is something that I have been interested in for several years. I am currently a teacher assistant for Mrs. Donna Nunn’s Microsoft Word and PowerPoint class that allows me to see how lesson plans are carried out in a classroom environment and I know that this experience has given me a stronger desire to become a teacher. During my freshman year of high school, Ms. Marisa DiFronzo made literature become a very engaging subject for me, not only by her way of teaching but also her ability to bring the class together as one. Since
This psychology class taught me more in one semester than the four years I spent in many high school classrooms. My teacher was a strict, social science professor. He had no homework, only tests and a paper that was worth 30 percent of the student's grade. I read three chapters a night, even though each chapter was forty or more
By the end of the semester I had become far more confident with the material, and I had not received another thirty percent on a quiz. One day after class, Ms. Barnett asked if I wanted to stay after school once a week to help her organize the lab. I was excited that she had noticed how I had disciplined myself as a student in her class, and happily agreed to do so. As the year progressed, I developed an academic and personal bond with her; similar to the bond I had to my grandfather.
Mrs Vardy, our class teacher, had helped throughout the year to improve my English. She reminded me a lot of my grandmother back in Iraq. Nurturing, loving, trusting. She helped me immensely as I struggled to integrate into my new culture. In Iraq, I woke up to fighter planes hovering over my head and women and children walking miles for safety.
If I were to think of one teacher who made an impact on me it would be Mrs. Cardin. I chose her because I had her in 5th grade and she had just gotten to know me. Then at the end of the year she said that she‘s going to be a 7th grade teacher and so i knew something good was going to happen in 7th grade. When she said she was going to be a 7th grade teacher it made me realize that only second chances come for a reason.
I feel that I had two teachers that really made an impact on me. One of them was my speech teacher Mrs. Miers. I would see Mrs. Miers two to three times a week . And during time we would practice my english and how to pronounce my words correctly. Mrs. Miers would regularly check on me and have frequent meetings with my parents.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee- “Ugh,” I groaned. It was Wednesday morning and I had a big math final today. I got up out of bed and went to go open my white curtains, that hung low to my floor. The sun welcomed my face with a warm, bright embrace. Trying to avoid stepping over my school books and clothes, which are currently sunbathing on my dark hardwood floor, I went to go check my phone in bed. I saw nothing unusual, a bunch of Snapchat notifications, couple texts from my boyfriend, messages from my friends, some pictures that I was tagged in; the usual. After looking through and answering them I checked the time, 6:04 am, then went to go get ready for school, of course, with some music. After getting dressed, doing my makeup, and freshening up, I grabbed my keys and my ID then headed to the bus stop.