I had to do a lot of catching up each time we moved, and it will be nice to not have to do that anymore. Learning is something I have always enjoyed, but not in the situation I was in, nor the subjects I had to learn. Switching schools took a toll on my grades, especially in core classes where the state standards varied. After my sophomore year, I realized that my grades were not going to be perfect because of how much we moved, and I started focusing on what subjects I enjoy instead of focusing my time and energy on memorizing information that was not going to be relevant anymore after taking a test. At a conference for the members of the Davidson Institute for Young Scholars I found a love for robotics and computers, so the past few years I have been focusing on that.
In middle school I had difficulty with math I did not know I had to find another way to learn, in high school I decided to make it my favorite sudject. My freshman year I stayed after school most of the time with help me alot for the next years in high school. Repetition was the key to solve my problem.
During those first few months of school, it was hard to comprehend anything the teacher or the other students were saying but I still followed along with the rest of the class. Simple questions like 1+1 were easy to answer but for other things I remained quiet and just listened. Repeatedly, in class we would work on sounding out words and differentiating between short vowel sounds and long vowel sounds. My teacher had a lot of patience with me, she saw how hard I was trying to learn the language. The new friends that I made in school were also helpful, even though half the
From Getting into maple woods (Failed), getting into Lincoln University (Failed). I never really felt like I worked hard for me getting into either of the schools so I really didn’t appreciate the opportunities like I should have because they were pretty much handed to me. So I worked hard to write a pretty awesome appeal. So I could try to get back in school. For me to wait from sun up to sun down on a email that I had never received.
I know as a student missing one day of school was horrible because you got so behind. As a teacher missing one day of school was even worse. I didn’t know if my students would get to everything they had to do. I didn’t know if I had everything set out so that my lesson plans were easy to follow. I was thankful that my Mentor Teacher was quick to get back to me and let me know what
This interest in world history propelled me to study harder and later into the night so as to avoid disappointing grades. But more importantly I felt a strong connection with my classmates, everyday was a new inside joke and several off-topic discussions and total disruption of the class by one (or more) students. Leaving that class would have been sad, one because I would feel I bailed out while they persevered through the class, but also because through that class I made some of my best friends, and have some of my favorite memories of high school. Honors World History was one of the hardest classes I have taken at Nashoba, and my grades would have probably been better if I had dropped to a lower level, but I continued with this challenging class because I loved my class, the teacher and the material, and because of that class I was able to pursue a variety of classes and
Whenever I was in the eighth grade I was put into a few classes with a teacher I knew that I was not going to like. The first day of school I walked the dreadful walk to her classroom after science class and knew that Mrs. Jackson was going to be horrible. I was never really the student who had to study throughout middle school, so whenever I was put into Honors English, I just knew that I had set myself up for failure. Mrs. Jackson was one of those teachers who loved her job, you could see it in the way she smiled, she loved the way that a book could change someones
White Board I grew up around teachers and school faculty, if I’m being honest some of them were my best friends. Of course, my mom was the secretary at my elementary school, and when I moved to the fifth and sixth grade school she moved with me. Most people would dread having the most embarrassing parent move schools just to stay with them, but it was nice having my mom there. I’m not gonna lie, there were perks. It was easier for me to come after school and work on homework or practice what we were learning, but in a way it made it harder for me to adjust when I didn’t have her there.
My “friends” start up a quick joke but overtime people around school start using it against me. The first day of school and substitute teachers were my least favorite days. Whenever the new teacher or sub would call role, everyone would wait until my name was called so they can whoop and holler when the teacher says my name wrong. It still happens to this day but now that my peers are more mature and I know how to play it off therefore it does not affect me as much. But I can always count on my best friend Malachi.
Wow! I cannot believe that a semester just flew by. I still remember how scared and timid I was when I first started and how nervous I was when I spoke to a student as a counselor. I have learned so much and I have been granted the opportunity to work with an elementary, middle school, and high school counselor. By far, my favorite age group was middle school and my least favorite was high school.
Breaking the Cycle 16, 17, 18, 19. These numbers are how old my grandma, my aunt, my mom, and my sister were when they got pregnant with their first child. Most of the women on my mother’s side were teen moms without a college degree, some without a high school diploma and all were single. I plan to not continue this cycle. Growing up, I saw how my mom struggled to find a career she enjoys with just her high school diploma, even though she is a very intelligent person.
I am humbled to have had the opportunity to volunteer in such a positive atmosphere because I know not all places are as exceptionally pleasant as my placements were. The only problem I had during my volunteer experience was at Preston High when I was volunteering for Ms. Ryan. She knew I was volunteering for her on the specific day and when I went into the school to sign in, the secretary had no idea who Ms. Ryan was. Even though Preston High is a very big school and Ms. Ryan was a new teacher there, I think each staff member should at least know who each other are. It can be dangerous to not know all the teachers.
In my school, my learning has stalled. Learning is ineffectual unless I 'm challenged and engaged in solving a tough task, I no longer find that in my school. Everyday I go to class it feels as though I am simply going through the motions. I 've lost all motivation at school and, moreover, I am not challenged and, consequently, barely need to concentrate to find success. As a student and as a person I had found fulfillment in learning and have since lost that fulfillment I used to find.