The first day of sophomore year rolled around and it was time to step foot into Mrs. Burrell’s class. Boy, was I surprised when I walked in and there was a new teacher, Mrs. Padilla. This is when the “Road of Trials” began. From the very first day she had stressed about the importance of the AP test. She gave us all of the AP rubrics, a sheet of transition words to use in our writing pieces, and she even showed us the agenda she had planned out for the rest of the year.
So what do you do for Thanksgiving . For my normal thanksgiving I stay with family, and stay local mostly all the time . I go to my grandma's house in Demotte. Every time we leave 45min to 1 hr to help put up tables. My family has to help grandpa because we have a big family to come all to a little house.
Her first day of school was not the best, but on her second day of school she meets Janis Ian and Damian Leigh who start to guide Cady into high school by telling her about different groups (cliques/discourse communities) in the school, including the Plastics, which is made up of Karen Smith, Gretchen Wieners, and Regina George. The Plastics soon take interest in Cady ask her to sit with them at lunch. Thanks to that we learn all about the discourse community of The Plastics. According to John Swales, there are six characteristics of a discourse community which I will discuss and use The Plastics as an example. The first characteristic of a discourse community according to Swales is that they have a broadly agreed set
In the start of the book we learned that the main character Miles Halter is going away to school. His mother hosts a party for all of this friends to see him before he goes away. He is disappointed with the outcome of the party because only a few weird kids came.they only went because they had nothing better to do. He didn 't have many friends at home before he went away. He was very excited to try to make new friends at school.
Furthermore, to make this saying by the amazing Eleanor roosevelt More clear I want to explain it by this example back when I was in high school my teacher divided us to groups of four and he gave us a task to write as a team, an essay about human migration. The reason of it to teach us how to think and come up with ideas as indenvuals then merge these Ideas as one mind. However, one of our team members was a know-it-all and a helpless person at the same time! He kept telling the student including me to do all the work. For example, he told me to go to a migration office to ask them if they can mention any former immigrant so we could ask he/she very detailed questions.
In 2007, A first grade class quietly sat on stools in the school art room, waiting for the teacher to tell them what craft they would be making that day. “Good morning, my lovely students,” she finally said. “Today we will be making our family members out of construction paper. All the skin colored papers are in different bins on this front table and since family members usually have the same skin color, you should only need to go to one bin. Are there any questions?” A little girl with skin the color of toffee, evidently biracial, raised her hand.
They did roll call played a couple games then they had to get changed into their regular clothes. The bell rang and he want to his next class english which was his favorite subject in school. In this class you could sit wherever you wanted to so he sat in the front. He’s glad he started school on this day because they started a story project. That was his favorite part of his first because the rest of the day
I was already extremely eager and curious about what the next portion of the ethnic studies course was. As I finished writing in my notebook, I gazed up at the whiteboard at the exact moment that my teacher wrote the last letter on the board, “t”, in “The Chicano Movement.” Afterwards, class promptly commenced when we began watching a PBS documentary called “The Chicano Movement” as an introduction to the Chicano Movimiento. Throughout the documentary, my twelve-year old self finally saw my racial identity being represented in a history class for the first time in my school career. The documentary depicted the harsh endeavors of achieving social justice for the Chicanx community of the Brown Berets and other Chicanxs active in the movement. For example, the documentary showcased the students who protested during the East Los Angeles Walkouts, who advocated for better conditions for Chicanx students in the Los Angeles school community.
As we got in the music I did the wrong part of the routine and I had to try and catch up with the group. Once our show was done we went to the bleachers to watch the other school’s routines. When all the routines were done we had to get ready for the awards. Me and my guard members huddled around and crossed our fingers hoping we would get a reward. A few minutes later the band director called our school’s name to go to the stage.
Eager to start the day off, I helped her gather the students who were eating breakfast. Afterwards we took the children to class. Right on time Mrs. Castellanos appears in her class room, quickly commanding them to put their materials up. The teacher and her TA talked to the side for a second, then she told me that the TA would be going home. Soon after that, the office called and asked if she would need a substitute to help out.
I wanted to start a club about cups. Ever since I was 7 years old I wanted to start a club for cupstacking and teach others this wonderful skill. Cupstacking involved stacking cups in sequences while also trying to get the fastest time possible. It started in the summer of 2015 and I taught summer camp children cupstacking just for fun. Then I started thinking, “What if I started a cupstacking club in my old school?” So I decide to talk with elementary teachers over the summer to see if I can get a sponsor.
My class mates loved me so much that they stalled until I got there. Once everyone was in their seats at rehearsal all the tickets that were to be given to the family members were distributed to the graduates. All of the graduates were split up into their academy and lined up by last name. The names were called and the walks were practiced. Once everyone had taken their practice walkthrough, we were seated again and told the do’s and don’ts of graduation night.
Flashback to my junior year. I sat quietly in my AP Lang class as my teacher, Mrs. Fisher, announced that the reading competition between the language arts classes called for the book count for September. She stood at the board, marker in hand, staring out expectantly at her large class. Hands shot up across the classroom, and my own nervous hand rose up to join them. Mrs. Fisher happily chalked up the small fortune of books that our class had read.
We were all assigned in groups with our specific teachers. The teacher that I got was Mrs. Phillips which was no surprise to me because I already knew that she was requesting me to be in her group. We all got onto the bus with our assigned teachers. This is when I started realizing that this was my last day of being in eighth grade; the next year I would be in high school. This field trip was a way of celebrating that we all achieved a good academic year at school.
WOOSTER — Wayne County Commissioner Ann Obrecht stepped back in time, in a manner of speaking, as the former school teacher gave a lesson in county government to a group of home-schooled students prior to the commissioners’ business meeting Wednesday. The students were from the Apostolic church, said Pam Zollinger, as she introduced the group during the meeting. The seventh- through 12th-grade students spent part of the day learning about how county government operates, and they toured the Wayne County Dispatch Center, aka 8500, after they left the commissioners. Auditor Jarra Underwood also addressed the students, talking about her role and encouraging them to get involved in the voting process when they turned 18 years old. Obrecht was not