Reflection Essay

At age five I entered my first day of school at James Foster elementary school with all of my fears packed up in my backpack, my favorite white and pink dress on and pig tails in my hair I was ready to conquer my first day of kindergarten. This day was going to start the rest of my educational history. As I waited with my mom to get in our lines to go to class I got overwhelmed with emotions of fear and doubt and began to cry which is normal for a kindergartener to do on the first day, in the midst of that I made a friend named Kara, my best friend to this day all because we cried having the same fears and doubts walking in to our first day together. We then met our teacher Mrs. Spencer she was kind, friendly and spunky and one of the most

Mrs. Spencer had a little stuffed bumble bee, that each of us took home and we had to write about an important lesson that we had learned about and how we were going to contribute the lesson and what we learned in our daily lives such as Martin Luther King Day or Columbus Day are a few topis we used the bumble bee for. after every student in the class had gotten a turn to take him home and write about what they learned our teacher would bind our work in a book and she would display the book for us to see or at open house. A few more memories I have from her class begin on St. Patrick’s Day Mrs. spencer messed up the entire classroom, knocking down chairs, writing with green marker on the white board and leaving chalk foot prints on the ground as if real leprechauns came, then she served us mint choclate chip ice cream at lunch and told us the leprechauns made the ice cream from scratch. That memory will stick with me forever. In the spring our class had baby chicks in incubators there was one chick for each student, we got to name and observe them at the end we shared their size, there movements, and anything special we learned. At the end of the year our class and the other kindergarten class had a Hawaiian luau BBQ we played games and had water fights and we slid down our grass hills on big ice

The first school that came to my mind was my elementary school James Foster elementary. Because I stayed in contact with Ms. Spencer my kindergarten teacher I knew that she still was teaching there as well. I messaged her right away to tell her I needed a school and a teacher to fulfill my requirement, she was quick to say yes and I started volunteering in her class. My first day wasn’t as emotional as my first day of kindergarten but it was a blast from the past. Not one thing had changed, the classroom, the playground, the field it has been such a great experience for me to connect with such a fond place for me again. The kids I am working with call me “Ms. Farah” I help them with projects and read stories to them, it is the little moments I get to spend with these kids that will forever be in my heart and remind me that teaching is the best major choice for me. By taking this intro to teaching class I knew it would show me that I was either going to hate it or it was going to begin my lifelong passion to teach and make a difference. Working together with these kids has made my dreams become a reality and it makes me want to explore the world of education even more in different cultures, cities and states to really fulfill my teaching