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Oh, my goodness, we caught eye contact and I remembered! I met her in one of those urban city schools. In fact, she was an arguer, but after I disciplined her with a gentle hand, her behavior positively changed. Once I saw her transformed attitude, we established a healthy relationship, and I discovered that she liked reading. Therefore, I gave her a book written by a distinguished African American author, Benjamin Carson. Not only is he an author of the book titled, You Have a Brain: A Teenage Guide to Think Bing, but he is also a phenomenal neurosurgeon.
After she received my book, we talked, and I learned that her family moved from the urban city life, and she started attending a new school (in the suburbs). We had no idea that we
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• A Thunderous Applause
I entered a physics classroom of 28 chatty students. Then I walked to the front and introduced myself. The icebreaker I used to pique my students’ interest rewarded me openly. Below is what I said that triggered a resounding applause: “Good morning, my name is Mrs. Walker, and I will be sitting in for your teacher today. I am not a new kid on the block. I have been coming here almost two years. I will respect you, and I expect you to respect me too. I am a graduate of the University of Maryland University College, and why am I telling you about my college degree? I am sharing my college degree with you because if I got a college degree, you can get a college degree too.” After I uttered my last sentence, a thundering applause reverberated across the entire classroom. Some of the students stood up and whistled. Their surprising standing ovation and profound reaction to what I said, I must admit, caught me totally off guard. I smiled as I halted and looked at the audience. Their applause was extremely loud, and I could hardly finish my last statement: “Do not allow anyone to tell you that you don’t need a college degree.” The shining beam in every students’ sparkling eyes read: “Oh Wow!” “If she could get her college degree, I can get my college degree too!” When class ended, a student happily said, “Thank
In an article originally published in May 2003 in USA Today called “College Isn’t For Everyone,” by W.J. Reeves combined these rhetorical devices to make a compelling argument that although colleges are easily accessible, higher education lacks students with the capabilities of academic success. To validate this claim, Reeves uses persuasive appeals to convey an effective argument by influencing the audience, however, he limits his reach because of the excessive pathos and condescending tone used to present his argument.
A look back at the institution of education over the past 20 years will reveal that once upon a time a bachelor’s degree was long since considered the marker of ultimate success, the highest level of achievement that one could make in their lives. In those days, if for some reason you failed to march across the stage on graduation day after an epic, four-year stretch of high tuition, long nights studying, and unrelenting professors that found great joy in riding your back, then you had indeed failed at life.
Studying a university degree is one of the biggest achievements of many individuals around the world. But, according to Mark Edmunson, a diploma in America does not mean necessarily studying and working hard. Getting a diploma in the United States implies managing with external factors that go in the opposite direction with the real purpose of education. The welcome speech that most of us listen to when we started college, is the initial prank used by the author to state the American education system is not converging in a well-shaped society. Relating events in a sarcastic way is the tone that the author uses to explain many of his arguments. Mark Edmunson uses emotional appeals to deliver an essay to the people that have attended College any time in their life or those who have been involved with the American education system.
Graduating from school is only one of the essential tools for a young person to have a successful life. A person endures many long years of schooling, and then the graduation day finally arrives. That special day is one of the most momentous days in a young student’s life. Happiness and sadness are the two emotions a person will feel on that special day. A student will experience happiness because of a significant milestone that was completed in the student’s life. The sad emotions will arise because of a terrifying new chapter in the book of life that is about to begin. Both Bradley Whitford and His Holiness the Dalai Lama give their commencement speeches by using humor to relax the mood of the crowd, making light of their fame, and giving the usual words of wisdom to the graduating class of students.
Connecting with her was a sign from God that this was my opportunity to spread my knowledge and spread the word of God. I talked to her about conducting herself self like a young lady and being confident in her beautiful melanin. We had the “birds and the bees talk” because she had never had that talk before. I explained the consequences of unprotected sex and safe ways to do it. I explained to her that boys during your teenage years only want one thing, and that’s “That thing”, and that she has so much time in the world to “find love”. We talked about managing time, and preparing for college and setting goals for her dream career of being a fashion designer and
While trying to think about a time being distracted has affected me, I realized that while writing this essay my phone was constantly catching my attention. I purposely isolated myself in my basement apartment away from sister and her kids to have complete focus on the task at hand. I really want to deliver a well thought out essay, but my phone keeps ringing and I become more distracted.
...calm quiet tone Miss Allen states, “I don’t appreciate it when students pass notes when I am giving a presentation. It shows a lack of respect towards me, which is our number one class rule. This is the second time I have had to speak with you about this so I will have to deduct points from your participation grades. I don’t like doing this because you are such good students most of the time but that is the consequence we decided on as a class. Is there a reason why you were passing notes?” The students reply no and they apologize. “I accept your apology and please remember that if this happens again I’m going to have to call your parents (consequence for third violation), which I really don’t want to do.” The students promise it won’t happen again and Miss Allen excuses them to go to their next class. She moves back into her classroom to great her next class.
As I walk into Hazen and begin my high school journey I think to myself what I want to accomplish when I leave. Hazen is like the older sister I never had, someone who you hate occasionally, but look up to and pushes you to achieve your personal goals. As I walk through those Highlander doors I was immediately surrounded by the brightest minds, talent, and innovative bunch of my generation. Each one unique and each one having something special to offer, and I soon realized that I want to leave high school like I was never leaving. By making the most out of my high school experience I want to gain maturity and the satisfaction of knowing I made a difference in my school and community. By becoming a member of the National
90 minutes earlier, I arrived at class to discover we had a substitute teacher for the period. Admittedly, I felt a moment of relief at the thought of a less taxing lesson than usual. Some of my classmates thought the same thing, but chose to express it a little more vocally. Slamming his fist on the teacher’s desk, the substitute responded by screaming to be heard over the din of the class. Everyone quickly quieted down at the sudden outburst. The substitute then proceeded to have everyone copy notes
I get woken up to my mother grabbing my face, patting my arms, and shaking my shoulders to
While I was in elementary school, a new girl from upstate New York moved in two houses down from me. Tragically, both of her parents had recently passed away, and after an ugly custody court battle, her grandmother brought her to New Jersey. After news of her arrival I gathered up my courage, grabbed my dogs and walked down to her house to introduce myself. I knocked on her door, perhaps a little too loudly, stepped back, and waited. A shy little girl with short, light brown hair and glasses appeared from behind her new front door and gazed at me.
“You never deserved to graduate middle school, you won't last in high school.” This was a success, maybe the words spoken weren't, but it gave me hope to prove them wrong (The person who spoke these words had a 1.3 GPA and are not enrolled in high school to this day).
Soon it was time for my speech. I was introduced, and as I walked to the podium, I couldn't help but smile at the audience. I had a feeling of complete exhilaration flowing through my veins. When I finished, I received a standing ovation, and Mrs. Dole surprised me by giving me a great hug and thanking me for my comments on the importance of education. But even after she finished speaking, the excitement was far from over.
She was the first person I wanted to tell my good news to. We called each other “roomie,” and for a while that stuck. We established relationships with each other’s families and friends back home and started to plan out future adventures we wanted to go on together, like Canada. Medina taught me things like salsa dancing and lessons like there is no such thing as a winged eyeliner too big. I taught her that you can’t leave the gas pump in your car and proceed to shop for candy in the convenience store, and you should only have one boyfriend at a time. We shared a love for Chipotle and bad romantic
I was good friends with the librarian’s daughter. We went to the same high school. She was in my circle of friends. We were juniors. She was the first to get an email address.