I remember the first day of my English class like it was yesterday. Term one just started and the class is waiting for the teacher to come. I remember looking down and seeing someone with sandals and was kind of confused, but brushed it off. I felt like every single teacher was going to leave, just like the first year at Jackson Preparatory and Early College. I found myself in a place where I didn’t know if I could trust teachers, because all my life I felt no need to, and didn’t find any reason to talk to them whenever I needed advice or if I had a problem. Every time I found that I liked a teacher, a couple weeks later, they just left without notice. At Jackson Preparatory and Early College, the very first year, we had a staff issue. We slowly …show more content…
Peyton found the importance of mentorship and having adults who cared, due to himself being a child of divorced parents. As a teacher, he wanted to be that one adult who was there for his students when they needed him. The only thing that inspired him to be a teacher was when he worked with a youth group in Oklahoma where he was a youth pastor. He originally wanted to work with advanced students, but his experiences led him to work with struggling students at Marshall Alternative. This opportunity came when he worked for Kellogg Community College as an adjunct instructor. There, he worked for both the college and the alternative school in the early college program. He used this past experience to begin work at Jackson Preparatory and Early …show more content…
Mr. Peyton has helped me through so much; he’s seen me cry, he’s heard my rants, and he’s been there when I need to smile. Seeing him smile, makes me want to smile because it’s very rare that people can say they enjoy their job. Knowing that graduation is two years away makes me upset because leaving such a great school and such a great mentor is going to be hard because no one can replace what has happened. I know you’re thinking, It’s two years. Chill out! but when you’re at a great school with great teachers who are there for you when you need them, you just want to be there forever and treasure
My first college English class was ENC 1101 at the State College of Florida. In this course, I learned a vast amount of information about writing, reading, and grammar. When I first walked into ENC 1101 in August, I expected the class to be like any other English class in High School; with rushed busy work and a lot of useless tests and quizzes. However, throughout each week of the semester, Professor Knutsen’s class made me beg to differ. This class was not like any other high school English class. In this class I actually learned important information and did not do work just to complete it. This class had a few assignments here and there, enough to maintain, in order to learn proper information. I learned a lot in this class because I was not rushed to
Most older kids don’t like any of their teachers except for one or two of them, but the teachers that they do like, they will remember them. When Maria was asked about her college experience, what she had trouble with, and how she overcame it, she thought about it and replied, “I didn’t like most of my teachers, but there was one professor that helped with every and made sure that every student passed with at least a B...I wish all teachers were like that.” This quote shows that teachers are a big part of a student life, and if it is a good teacher, the students will be
It’s unbelievable that I’m writing this. Those years have flown by too fast. As much as I say I hate GMA and I want to kill myself in every day in class which I do at times, deep down I really do love it here at GMA is been a second home to me. It brings me to tears writing this because I have such fond memories of us and all the talks. This is not a goodbye letter though it may seem, I would like to stay contacted to you after high school. It’s hard to say goodbye now until we have another talk. Which who knows when that is going to be. Whatever I decide to do in life you will be one of those people that I will always remember. Another chapter in the book memories I will always save our conversations. To look back on and remember “yeah Mr. Hopkins made that difference in my life.”
The issue wasn’t being able to have a one-to-one conversation with teachers, but rather to learn and receive a high quality education. My algebra II H class consisted of only thirteen students throughout the course we had to learn algebra from five different substitute teachers. This subject went from being my favorite subject to being the least one I enjoyed. This class influenced many students in a negative way, since most of us didn’t learn anything throughout the first semester. The second semester came by and the school was finally able to find a permanent substitute, one who really tried to teach as much as he was able to.
During my 11th grade year of high school, I heard many great things about the AP english teacher, Mr. Bergeron. While I was in AP English, I did not have Mr. Bergeron as my teacher. The students Mr. Bergeron had talked so highly on him and the class environment he seemed to set up. While, I wished I was in his class my 11th grade year, little did I know, that a year later I would be in one of his courses. For my senior year I got to take an honors course with Mr. Bergeron that allowed me to tutor freshman's who struggled with learning. Taking Mr. Bergeron’s class and having him as a teacher, would change how I viewed certain aspects of my life.
Have you ever had a teacher that made you feel worthless? What about someone who didn’t care about your education? Or even someone who takes pride in failing you? Well I have encountered many teachers who have made me feel this way. It takes a special person to teach kids and care about what they learn and how well they do in you class. I encountered this person my sophomore year of college, she made me want to drop out of school.
Good evening parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, siblings, and friends. I would like to thank you all for coming to this very special day. I know how proud you must be. As we have grown over the years, there are many stages we all have gone through. From learning our shapes and colors, to getting our first kiss in middle school, or how about explaining to our parents why we skipped school because the principal called home. As we remember these days, things that we've done will be with us forever. But this is only the start of our journey. The day has come where we say goodbye to the big yellow buses, assemblies, assigned seating, and attendance policies. Are you really gonna miss it? For some of us maybe not right away. But eventually we will so for us to be here it is not necessarily an achievement, but a privilege. All of us have been in school over half our lives. To graduate is one more step we've taken in our lives.
When I was young my life didn 't start like other kids. I was brought up in a shack deep in the Colombia’s dark jungles. My family didn 't have much opportunity to go to school due to the lack of money. When my parents had pass away I was put into an orphanage and was able to go to school. I was to old to be placed in kindergarten so they just put me in first grade. Had no clue what school was or what it would be like?
Let's take a moment to think back to the people and times that shaped us the last four years. Every teacher deserves a "thank you" for helping us to reach our goal of graduation. The love and support of our families has been greatly appreciated. But truly, the main ingredient of our high school experience has been our peers. We all faced hardships, but we were able to overcome them, together. And now, here we are once again, together.
“Teachers affect eternity; no one can tell where their influence stops.” - Henry Brooks Adams. Starting at an early age of four, I could always see that my teachers had an abundant amount of passion for their students. In the first grade, I was put into a resource class mainly for my inchoate reading ability. I was always a little embarrassed that I couldn't be in the classroom at the same time as the other students. This changed as the years went by due to the relationship that my resource teacher built with me. Not only did she teach me how to read, she helped me understand why being able to read was so important. Some of the lifelong lessons she taught me were based on building my confidence, and showing me that i should never be ashamed
I had a difficult time adjusting to the criteria and teaching styles of my teachers. It reached the point that my teachers would call, email, or request for parent teacher conferences because of their concerns and will to help. Overtime it became a yearly pattern from which my parents and I were exhausted. Having to see the looks on my parents filled with alarms, the feeling of vulnerability towards their worries, along with the pressure of teachers and parents counting on me to improve was all hidden behind an amiable smile. When in reality I felt, scholarly unwise, I was beneath the people who filled the seats every day in my classes.
This semester wasn’t my first English 101 rodeo, but I’m glad to say I was able to hold on for the whole eight seconds this time. I thoroughly enjoyed this class and the people involved with the class. I’ve learned a few new things this year along with making some improvements to my writing style. Altogether, I was able to take some new things away from the assignments we had this year as well as figure out why we had to do instead of a final exam.
"Amy, you are really getting great at memorizing you times tables," said Mrs. Field, my first grade math teacher, "here is your sticker, and I will put a star next to your name for finishing the 3's times table!" I loved receiving my stickers and I especially loved getting a star next to my name. These small acts made me feel so special, that I had really done something great. This is how I remember my teachers from kindergarten until the fourth grade. Every teacher I had was encouraging, loving, and supportive of each student that they taught. If one student fell behind, the teacher made extra sure to teach and re-teach the subject until it was understood. Once I entered the fifth grade and into middle and high school, each teacher that I had tried to be encouraging, loving, and supportive of their students; however, my teachers often had too many students to give the individual attention that so many children need. When I began to fall behind in certain subjects, my teachers tried to help but were often unable to teach and re-teach, because they had no choice but to continue on with their lesson plans. I continued to fall further and further behind; therefore, I had to spend many hours after school working on my homework problems with my parents. Up until the fifth grade, I attended private school with about 15-20 students in my class; from the fifth grade on, I attended public school with about 30-35 students in each of my classes. This high number of students in my public school classrooms had a negative effect on my learning experiences.
Valedictorian Speech Good evening fellow graduates, teachers, family members, friends, and distinguished guests. It is a tremendous honor to be the valedictorian of our graduating class. My job is to somehow be the voice of the entire graduating class, and take five minutes to say a few words on behalf of all 539 of us. Like most valedictorians, writing this speech was not an easy task for me. Not because I did not have anything to say, but because I was overwhelmed by how much I wanted to share with you all on this day. Tonight, we have one common purpose, to celebrate. We are here to congratulate, to look towards what the future holds for us, to wish each other well, and to, most importantly look back on our time spent here. So, I would like to start by saying 'well done' to my fellow graduates, who have all worked hard during the past several years to reach this milestone. I would also like to express my sincere gratitude to the graduating class for selecting me to speak here tonight. Ever since the news broke, many people, some who've I've never really met before, have come up to me and have wished me well. Perhaps this speech would be incomplete if I don’t say something to the teachers. On the behalf of my entire class, I would like to thank all my teachers: thank you. Thank you for teaching us, for leading us, for building us up as adults. I know that we have not given back to you the respect you deserve. I know that we have not told you how much we appreciate you taking time out of your schedules to help us. And I know that we have not said thank you for giving us a wonderful education. So, I hope that as I say thanks, you can forget our shortcomings and remember us for who we are and not from the mistakes we have made. ...
Whenever I would walk into my high school, it was almost always the same scene; students gathered in their groups of friends catching up from the last time they saw each other, and often our principles standing just inside the lobby drinking their morning coffee and greeting students as they arrived. However, as I walked into my high school on that very first day of my sophomore year, what I also noticed was that some students were already complaining about a teacher they had that trimester, and it made me wonder why. Was it the way the teacher taught? Or did it have something to do with the teacher’s personality? After considering these questions, I realized I was sort of dreading a couple of teachers’ classes I had that year as well, but I also quickly realized that Mrs. Nasson was one of those teachers that I very rarely heard anything negative about, and I soon realized how extraordinary of a teacher she really is and how lucky I was to