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In fifth grade, I had a teacher by the name of Mrs. Sera. Even typing her name gives me this cold feeling inside; she eerily resembles Miss Viola Swamp from the children’s book Miss Nelson is Missing. Viola Swamp was “the meanest substitute teacher in the whole world.” Mrs. Sera, on the other hand, my full-time educator and seemingly just as mean. She had a long pointy chin, a fairly large nose, and extremely thin lips that rarely ever smiled just like Miss Swamp. During this year leading up to middle school, I struggled in every subject: math, science, social studies, and language arts. The only parts of the day I succeeded in were recess and lunch. I remember one day, I had a test in science. I received a 23%. This is still the lowest grade …show more content…
Fifth grade will go down in history as my worst year in school, but definitely the most beneficial. From sixth grade on, I receive nearly all A’s in my course. The occasional high B haunted me on rare occasions, but for the most part I worked to the best of my ability to achieve my goals. Throughout the years after middle school I began to realize that school was not what defined me. I had leaned so heavily on the praise I received from getting A’s that I began to think it was my doing and not the Lord’s. As a follower of Christ, I find that I cannot succeed in what God wants me to without utilizing the strength He has given me. When I do decide to walk a different path, I am constantly reminded of the incredibly weak and depressing sinner I am without Christ. While Mrs. Sera is the one who pushed me to want to reach my full academic potential, Christ is the One I utilize in achieving this. Of course there are days where I am tired, busy, and just plain lazy, but my God is stronger, more attentive, and more active than I will ever be. With a passion to become a fully-devoted Spirit-empowered Christ follower, I know that Christ can and will achieve the academic success He desires for
Often the change and transition to middle is a difficult one for students, so it is no surprise that a student of Juanita’s caliber would be having trouble as well. Her regular middle school teachers were not going above and beyond to make sure Juanita succeed, if anything it seemed as if Juanita was a burden to them. If it was not for the Ms. Issabelle’s effort, Juanita would have failed the 6th grade, and possibly fell through the cracks of the education system.
At first this association with my scholarly sister did not bother me too much. If anything I found it beneficial because I believed that it would help me build relationships with my teachers. But with each passing year, the little comments and remarks literally ate away at my identity. Comments like "You did good, but Leslie got a better grade last year," can easily destroy a child's self-esteem. As I became older, I started believing that I was not growing up as myself, but rather as the product of someone else. It almost made me happy to see older teachers leave and others take their place. Unfortunately, school made up only half of the problem.
As many people have told me before, it is a very different ballgame than middle school’s easy going years. There is much more work, the classes are harder, and the environment is completely different. Many people’s grades may slip and they may cower in fear at the barrage of assignments they receive class after class. Unlike other people, I am confident in my ability to excel at all classes and to sustain exemplary grades. Therefore, while many are trembling in fear at the prodigious assignments and work is bombarding them from all angles, I will be at ease, knowing that whatever obstacle is thrown my way, I will conquer it and be its own
I originally planned a very short trip to see Angela Meade in Bellini's Norma at the Met and one NYCB Nutcracker, but my partner wanted to go along, so I made it a week trip and bought us both tickets to a second Nutcracker (he didn't go to the other shows). I told him he could fill the other nights with plays or musicals (what he likes) because he complained I usually fill up the vacation with a ballet or opera every single night. However, he decided he wanted us to have casual leisurely evenings at dinners instead. I was fine with that too and let him choose the places. In the past I have dominated what we do on vacations, and he has complained and tends to stay home nowadays, so this trip I let him decide everything besides the Norma and
I was a typical 6th grader with a love for social time and hatred towards pointless homework. As I was tapping my foot on my creaking wooden desk with my book opened pretending to read, Mr. Daniels was watching over me like a bird that just gave birth to chicken eggs. I had a feeling she was going to ask me a question about what I was reading. I realized from that point on to always trust my instincts. Mrs. Daniels tall toothpick shaped body leaned over and asked me to summarize the first chapter in front of the whole class. Due to not even beginning to read the first page I told her I did not even know where to begin. Since I was not prepared for class, not participating, and being rude about my task at hand I received a punishment. My punishment was every week I had to write a summary in my own words about the chapter I had read. My eyes rolled in the back of my head so far I didn't know if they would ever go back to normal. I knew my life was over at this
Mrs. Plot, one of the hardest English teachers in Murray County High School, was my teacher that year. She was a very determined and driven teacher that did not tolerate her students to fail her class, even if they were lazy. I had heard horror stories from her former students, but she was nothing like they said she was. She was the only teacher that I have connected with all throughout school. I looked forward to her class every morning because she always made learning fun. Mrs. Plot gave out good advice about English, but she also gave me personal advice and was more of a friend to me. She always knew what to say to me when I had problems. She motivated me to do better with my writing; we went to a journalism class together every week that year. Mrs. Plot deepened my love for reading and writing. Without her, I would not be the kind of student I am today. On every assignment in her class, I got the most feedback and it helped me out a lot. It took me a long time to become a decent writer, but with her help she sped up the process. I put all of my effort in every single paper I have written, especially for her
When people hear stories about Louisiana, they automatically think they are taking place in New Orleans. However, my story takes place in northern Louisiana in a small city called Monroe. I was born in Bastrop, a small town right outside of Monroe. Growing up, Monroe was my favorite place. I didn’t think anywhere else would be as cool as this city itself. I made many memories in the small city, some of which I’ll share with you.
Bogan came to where I was, hugged me, and asked me what was wrong. I responded in Spanish and recited what I had been told by my ex-tutor, Mrs. Salinas, “Mrs. Bogan, I just can’t do it. I am not intelligent. I am not capable of learning. I will never be anyone in America.” I cried and cried as Mrs. Bogan cradled me in her arms, after I calmed down a little she asked where I had gotten that ridiculous idea, and it was at that moment that she finally understood. I told her that before I came to George Evans Elementary, I went to Ethel McKnight Elementary. At Ethel McKnight, the teachers and tutors had given up on me. They said I was an idiot who would never learn to read, write, or speak English. I told her that my family didn’t think I was smart enough; they would constantly say school just wasn't my thing. I told her that those thoughts had become real to me. I said, “Mrs. Bogan, they are right, every statement that my teachers, tutors, and family said are true. I simply don’t have the capacity to learn.” However, to my surprise, Mrs. Bogan responded with words of encouragement. She simply smiled and said, "Maribel you can't let other people write your future, it's yours. The moment you let other people take a hold of your pencil, you lose everything that could've been yours." When I heard these words I pulled back from possibly the most amazing hug to thank her for believing in me. She
It felt she did not care to teach the subject to me, because a lot of the other classmates were getting it, and I was not, I was getting a personal misdirection, and my reason was because she had such a disliking for me. If I could get in trouble for something she was going to get me in trouble for it. The teacher would e-mail and call my mother, because she could not make parent teacher conferences, and I would hear only negative attributes of myself, “being a bad student,” “very disruptive,” “no interest in class,” at one point I was even called leader of a “dark gang,” in the school; I wish my mother would have kept this to herself, because I did not take the criticism lightly. Hearing all this, and already having negative feelings toward this teacher and english, I was in no mood for reading and writing, i was ready for war. It really was not until the end of middle school and started realizing how much of an impact reading and writing was starting to take. I was going to be entering high school soon, and they did not have accelerated reader, so it was not going to be as easy to pass. It was not until the end of 8th grade that I realized I should probably work on my english abilities.
I was anxious to start my journey as an improved reader. My sister and I walked home together from school. I kicked some pine cones and started to ponder on Mrs. Wright's words. Unexpectedly, I felt discouraged. I knew I wanted to improve, but I didn’t know how. At that time, my parents worked so much so I wouldn't see them very often after school. Rushing up to my room, I began to cry. Frustration had taken over my soul and it wouldn't let up. My tears blurred my vision and warmed my small face. The more I thought about it, the more I cried. I had broke down because I felt helpless and trapped. In the midst of my despair, I felt something tell me "You have my love and you can overcome any obstacle." I believe it was God who reminded me that He has not abandon me, even through that tough time, He was faithful to me. These words built up my courage and faith. No longer would I feel helpless and trapped. I got out my notebook and wrote what was my objective for the next day. In my notebook I slowly and carefully wrote " Get help." I knew I couldn’t do this alone, so I seeked for someone to point me to the right direction. That next day, I got up an hour early just so I can accomplish my first goal. My mother was up and said, " You are kind of early today aren't you?" I answered, " Yes, I am. I need some help with school so I decided to go early." She smiled and gave me a kiss on my forehead. Her kisses always made my days better. I
I was not always sensitive to people who were different from me. I was more interested in making my friends laugh, even at someone else’s expense, than I was in [.....]. Sarah had been a classmate of mine since I entered Latin in junior kindergarten. She was always different from the other girls. On top of that, she was exceedingly insecure which made her an easy target. In a class of only sixty kids, there is nowhere to hide when a bully sets their target on you. For many of my early years, I am ashamed to admit that I was that bully to Sarah. In music class, I laughed when she sang. My friends and I called her names behind her back. In my most regrettable incident, in sixth grade, I typed an inappropriate message on her computer that resulted in me having to write an apology letter to Sarah’s
However, when I think of Mrs.Stagg, I see the perfect figure of a teacher, or at least the closest you'll ever get to perfect. She's headstrong and her way of teaching helps us learn and actually get our work accomplished. When I first started off the year in her class, it was tough. We would constantly receive papers to write and on a 9 point scale, I always ended up scoring around a 4. I tried to find ways to improve but it just wasn't working for me. Around half way through the year, I went up to her and I told her that I could not continue to take this course because I was not improving and having a C- was not helping out my GPA. That day that I went to her after school to tell her the news of me dropping, she looked at me and said “Do you really want to quit.” She was staring at me with a look of empathy in a way. I looked at her and I could not deny the truth from her. I told her that I didn't want to quit, but I didn't know what else to do. I sat with her and had a deep long conversation. Long story short, she told me to never give up, and that I'm not alone in
I have been patiently waiting for my first day of school and it's finally here. I walk through the doors and see all of the kids. All with their own incongruities. Some kids are big, some are small, some are clean, and some are dirty. I finally get to my classroom and my teacher, Miss Caroline Fisher, looks at me with a stern look. I could tell then I was excited to be in school for nothing, but I knew that when she found out how smart I am she'd like me. As class went on I found out that I was wrong.
...le writing this paper, I was very distracted with trials that the Lord was throwing my way. Family problems, relationship stress, and the overwhelming reality that this paper dictated my grade and academic progress. I spent more than 8 hours researching reading different commentaries. I put forth more effort than I have for any paper in my educational history. It was surprised to realize that this paper wasn’t hard, but very time consuming. I enjoyed this assignment mainly because is presented me with thoughts that I never would have come across on my own. Reading through the entire book of Matthew helped me comfort some life obstacles that I have recently been praying about. I feel as if I have conquered the fear of feeling inadequate when I read the gospel, and now read the bible with an open heart and the knowledge that I am always going to learn something new.
This is the great and first commandment.’” (Matt. 22.37-38) My older sister, who recently graduated from college and is currently working at a crisis pregnancy center, explains the practical application of this success: “Success as a Christian student is not success in the classical sense of the word. Although good grades are nice, that should not be our end goal. In fact, if you become too focused on grades and completing homework, you run the risk of it becoming your idol. As a Christian scholar, success means truly doing your best and trusting God with the rest.” As for applying the second greatest commandment, she said this: “I also think something that is often forgotten is that people are always more important than schoolwork. When deadlines are looming it is easy to focus on that and leave people behind. However, people are created in the image of God and they were (and are) always His priority, and so they ought to be ours… You have to go to coffee with other girls and let them cry on your shoulder, and you have to stay up until 3am encouraging a brother to finish his paper…and you have to always, ALWAYS put Jesus first.” Success is not an appearance. Success is not what others think of you. Success is not getting straight A’s. As a follower of Christ, success means that your heart desires to magnify the name of Jesus above all