I remember being so nervous on my first day of kindergarden. I had no clue what was going on and I didn't speak a lot of English. I was five at the time and I had only learned how to properly speak Spanish a year before that. Transitioning from Spanish to English in a year was very difficult. It was even worse because I didn't know how to count or sing my ABC's, which is basically all we learn in kindergarden. When I got to my classroom I didn't know anyone and I was really shy. I didn't really understand some of the things my teacher would say, but I would just nod my head and pretend I did. That day I started talking to a girl. "Hey do you want to be my friend," she said. "Yeah," I said back. I was so delighted to finally have a friend in
I felt so nervous because everyone around me was talking but I couldn’t understand a word that came out of their mouths. When my mom dropped me off at school that morning, I almost started crying. I had a certain feeling of loneliness, as if there was no one to relate to. As a person who didn’t speak English, I was placed in E.S.O.L program at school, where I could be taught at a pace fitting for me. Making friends became a great challenge because I wasn’t able to communicate with my peers; the reason why I always felt excited about going home to my family, the only people with whom I could communicate effectively in French. As time went on, communication with my peers became less of a hassle because I could speak more of the English language. Being able to learn English in the course of four months and speak it fluently, I then begin to make real connections with my peers. I became best friends with a girl named Jazmin Ward and over the course of time I made more friends. Life began to make a little more since for me at this point. I didn’t feel so alone anymore. I even enjoyed being school more then I enjoyed being home with my
This week we started our Kindergarten Literacy program. Kindergartners had a lovely time together learning and sharing during these classes.
This time I moved to Warren, Michigan and I attended my last year of elementary school with brand new people. The process of getting to know people took me a long time. I became the shy student that did not take part in any school activity again because I was afraid I would be judged on everything I did. As the years went by I started meeting new people each year. It is now my Senior year of High School and I attend three different schools: CPC, Cousino, and Macomb Community College, I can finally say that I am gaining my confidence back.
Oh seventh grade, what a year to remember. That was actually my favorite year of middle school. At home during this time was a mess and my grades also plummeted but I think going to school took some stress off because I was taking some time to "myself" and forgetting for a while about my home situation. Seventh grade, I would say was a year of friends for me. I had and still to this day have a friend from kindergarten that I considered a best friend. Until a new girl came along, lets call her Patricia. Patricia basically took "my spot" I guess in fifth grade while I was off at my new school for the year. Anyway speeding forward to seventh grade I noticed my best friend, lets call her Amanda, not really talking to me anymore and or passing by
My first day of kindergarten was not a happy day for me. I was scared and wanted to
Everyone has his or her own first day of kindergarten experiences. Some might have been more memorable while others still trying to forget. Mine was merely an observance and evaluation period. After I gave my mother a kiss goodbye, and placed my belongings in the cubbyhole I was ready to learn, but unfortunately the majority of the other students were not. Considering one can not get too accomplished over many loud high-pitched cries, I was forced to be patient and suffer silently from boredom.
When I was a young child I suffered from dyslexia. During my first few years of elementary school reading and writing seemed unattainable. I would write letters and numbers backwards especially s, 3, and e. I couldn’t even spell my whole name correctly and to this day I still don’t know my right hand from my left hand unless I am holding my pencil. In first grade when we broke into smaller groups for reading based on our reading level I felt so devastated and degraded to be put in the lowest level group, I recall the short books we read were half actual words and half pictures so if it said “the cat” for example it would have the word the and a tiny picture of a cat. I felt extremely envious to see so many kids my age who were light years beyond me with reading and writing. Despite my struggles I kept reading, I so desperately desired to read a book by myself without help. As I continued to read with the help of my teachers and my grandparents. I slowly continued to improve, and was able to read increasingly difficult books.
My life got stressful on first day of second grade. I remember getting off the bus, eager to tell my parents all about what it felt like to be in second grade. As I walked in the door, I could feel that something was wrong. It was something in the air, a depressing mood. Instead of being greeted by a house of warm response, it was silent. I shouted for my parents and searched around, finally finding them in their bedroom.
Second grade the first day of school, I was already late, I remember seeing Mr. Wolf this big tall white man, that always had a coffee breath. The first thing he ever said to me was “Hi, what’s your name?”, I had no I idea what he was asking, so obviously all I did was stare at him, looking all confused he finally asked me in Spanish. In which I was really gratefully in replying back. Nobody before him ever talked to me in English, I like to think that it was not my fault leaving him hanging
As I grew up, from about age 5-10, I had an imaginary friend, and, being a person who liked wolves, and was also a kid, he was promptly named wolf kid. He had claws that could detach from his hand and he could use them as a sort of swing, he had gray hair and looked like me, but he was actually cool. He became one of the biggest parts of my life.
Attending kindergarten means having more structure in a child’s young life, and they are ready for it after going to preschool. They have learned to socialize, follow simple rules, and stay on a task longer and longer. They are now ready for more intense learning; this is an opportune time for a teacher to harness the mind and still keep the fun and adventure of a kindergartener’s mind going.
I was probably just one out of the three or four students in my entire 7th grade class. Of course I was nervous because I never was away from home like this before. I had a roommate who was a year older than me named Victoria who we call Vicky. She was Russian too which was really cool because I never met a Russian before and we got along better than I thought. We became really great friends.
As I was sitting in my new apartment unpacking all of my things, I started to reminisce about my childhood in Logansport, Indiana. I have a lot of memories from where I grew up. “Ahh I remember my first day of kindergarten like it was yesterday.” I said to myself. After all, not many people can say that their first day of kindergarten ended up with them being on black and in the principal’s office. But I unfortunately can.
At age eleven, I was taught my first words of English. My teacher was a newly-graduate (just like me right now!). The class was small and intimate. The intuition fee was cheap, but the teacher
In six grade, I had to interact with other kids. I slowly learned that I could talk to them, by the middle of the year. The learning in that class in the middle of the school year wasn’t the greatest. I learned a lot and grew a lot during that year, from being scared in the beginning of having friends in the end of the year. I had a great teacher named Mrs. Sandoval who really gave me the help I needed.