The Only Child Since I was young, my mom has always said that ‘I have a single child. If I cannot raise you well, they will blame me not you.’ I cannot count that how many times she said this to me. Even though each time sentence structure and word choice she used are different, the essence is still the same. One summer, when I was sixth grade and had to take a high school entrance exam. My parents wanted me to study in a girls’ school which is nearby my house.
He was very skinny and he was asking people for money for food on the sidewalk . I couldn’t give him any money as i was too young to have a job . the next week I lost my phone that my father bought me as a gift for taking my first steps . he gave me an iphone so i can call when there was an emergency, even though i was 1 one i was very smart and talented . I felt so happy that i started showing everyone in my english class since i was very advanced then everyone else , However one day i had dropped my phone off the rollercoaster at six flags and did not notice until i got off, and of course the roller coaster was small but i am just a kid.
Then a few years pasted and I had to go to kindergarten. You know when you are new to a school you do not want to leave your mom or dad and I was like that, it took me a long time to finally go to the classroom. IN first grade I was so excited to go to school, I was a weird kid. My first elementary school was Table Mound and I thought it was the best school ever we never had any problems. Then I moved to a different school called Marshall.
My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before. I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were.
My math journey has been a difficult road, but it has certainly been a journey of growth. I don’t remember much from my younger days, but when I was in kindergarten I was decent at math. I had a teacher that worked with every student, but the downside was that I was only enrolled in a half-day program. I can remember starting to struggle with math in the first grade. We would have timed tests, which stressed me out even at 6 years old.
Why should I be friends with people who don’t even care to check in on me? That question lingered in my mind that whole week and weekend, when I finally realized that there are changes that come with high school and this was going to be one of them. They didn’t talk to me or try to figure out what was wrong, they moved on with their lives like I had never even been a part of them. I couldn’t sit around and waste away the rest of my year, hoping they would care about me again, so I had to move on too. All the exciting ideas and plans we had made, I would experience with new people.
It was the day that I’ve been waiting for over 3 years. A day that would finally let me be normal like everyone else and have the choices as other people without being ridiculed by the teachers that saw me as unqualified to be taught in a standard way. Thanks to my mom thinking that it would be a marvelous idea to have me be placed in special education due to my lack of effort taking reading comprehension test. I was placed in special education at the end of 5th grade, and sought to see the end of it. That day would eventually come on early April of 2015, where I was called upon to the office during class in 8th grade.
Why Students Shouldn’t Have to Wear School Uniforms Regan Narine couldn't have been more eager to get through his first day of 3rd grade at Athlos Leadership Academy- “I was excited to meet my teacher, get new friends but instead I was sent home.” He and his little brother Rayshawn were pulled from class in the morning for not wearing the school logo on their shirts. US schools with a minority student population of 50% or more are four times as likely to require uniforms than schools with a minority population of 20%-49% and 24 times more likely than schools with minority populations of 5%-19% (US Department). Although school uniforms are thought to help students fit in, actually it denies their first amendment of the US Constitution stating that every person maintains the right to express themselves, verbally or by they way they
My experience with school has always been bumpy. In elementary school, I often had stomach aches that sent me home, sometimes weekly. I would very slowly walk the long hallway to the main office, and the mean woman who worked at the front desk would look at me, asking a short, “what?” Then I would stammer through a sentence of, “I don’t feel good…” After this, I would move behind the desks to the nurse’s office and lay there on the bed for awhile, until I called home and my parents. They usually either said tenderly “oh honey, come on home,” or said very firmly, “you need to stay in school today.” In fifth grade, while playing in the living room with some band like the Pixies playing from my mom’s computer, I asked her, “I want to be homeschooled!” Of course, my mom explained to me why this was both unrealistic, and also very hard. At that age, I had to be able to be around other kids every day, and if I was homeschooled, how could I do that?
In fact, I loved it more than I thought! It was the other details I couldn’t handle. The moments of “Oops, teacher, I peed on myself again” and “Did you remember to wash your hands?” My mind could not wrap itself around the idea that I still had to train these kids on basic skills that should be taught at home along with required skills as given by the state of New York. Nope, elementary education just wasn’t for me. With this new knowledge and experience, I quickly transferred to Secondary/Adolescent Education and my minor is Spanish became part of my major while my major in Intercultural Studies was demoted to a minor.