Have you ever been the new girl at a place you've known forever? Have you ever been that girl in the movies that everyone stares at as they walk down the hallway? You know, that one nerdy girl with the nerdy glasses who carries her books only to have them knocked out of her hands with all the “mean girls” surrounding her laughing, making her feel embarrassed and self-conscious. In a way, I was that girl. Technically, my books were not knocked out of my hands, but they may as well have been. After being gone for almost 3 years, the spotlight was on me. Everyone was so focused on why I left in the first place and more importantly, why I came back. Not only was it the people I used to call my classmates, it was also the teachers who had taught me that wondered what was going on. Although no one came running up to me with questions I knew they were curious, but hesitant not knowing what I would say. Instead, they spammed my phone with what felt like a million messages. As an ocean of text messages came crashing in, I thought to myself will I ever feel at home again? To tell …show more content…
They were polar opposites. For me Waldorf was too much of an artsy school for my liking. They didn’t teach with textbooks or incorporate technology, like Jericho. Also, I went from having 300 kids in my grade to having 32. Making friends at Waldorf was challenging because I had trouble relating to the people there. It wasn’t that the kids weren’t nice, they were just very different from what I am used to. Just like every other kid my age, I’m obsessed with my phone and social media. The kids at Waldorf didn’t have phones or social media accounts. It blew my mind, that someone my age could survive without technology. After almost 3 years, I was ready to come back to Jericho. When I left Waldorf, I never could of imagined that because of their different curriculum I would be put in the grade
There are several reasons why I would like to attend the Woodbridge Academy. Academically, a spectacular learning environment makes a superb school. Some examples of a great learning environment are class sizes being smaller, there is amazing collaboration between the students and faculty, and the school counselors will always be determined and will lead the student in the right direction. Another reason, why I would like to join the academy is what the academy provides. The Woodbridge Academy is a school that provides Allied Health and Biomedical Sciences which is perfect because my future dream is to become a pediatrician and Woodbridge Academy can prepare me for career. Additionally, Woodbridge Academy has high standards for teaching which
I pretty much felt like an outcast when I began high school. Most of my classmates still had their friends from middle school, whereas mine went to the neighboring high school. Having social anxiety really didn’t help me either. It was hard for me to make eye contact with others or even bother to introduce myself to new people. In the first few weeks of high school, something had caught my eye. There were flyers advertising auditions for ‘The Little Mermaid’ production. Taking the risk, I decided to audition. Through the auditorium doors there was a grey table with upperclassmen talking to other students. Located on the table were different character scripts and a clipboard for signing in. One of the strangers approached
From September to June, I dreaded the idea of returning to my job the next summer. However, when I received a text message from my boss asking if I would be coming back, I reluctantly responded, “Yes.” I was still struggling to convince myself that I wanted to go back; did I really feel like being teased all summer
I went to Rosemary Kennedy for preschool in Riverside, from what I remember I loved every second of it. I made friends that I still have and learned skills that I still use to this age. When I got to Loma Vista middle school, I was only in sixth grade. The city started a new rule where six graders
It was a lovely September morning of 2007 and I was fresh out of Teacher’s College. Naturally, everything was “beautiful” and “wonderful” as I walked into the large, stone building at 7:15 in the morning. I enjoy looking at my life in retrospect; I know that my sole purpose for getting to school that early was to be able to sit back and start my day on a peaceful note. The hidden purpose was to avoid students and other teachers for as long as possible. Why?
In today’s society the majority of households have a family dynamic where both parents need to work. It is nearly impossible for most families in America to survive financially without two incomes. This puts many parents in a situation where they have to find extra help to watch their children while they are away at work. “These days couples face complex negotiations over work, family, child care, and housekeeping. It becomes evident that where traditional marriage through the centuries has been a partnership based on mutual dependency, modern marriage demands greater self-sufficiency” (Hekker). Day care becomes a necessity for many families, and the main concern for most parents is if the day care will be a positive experience for their children. Day care can be a positive option for parents seeking help with child care as well as developmentally for the child.
Everything I dreamed about for my senior year was taken from me the day that I moved. When I left my old school I not only said goodbye to my friends, but I also said goodbye to an easy senior year. At my new school I am just another body. No one knows who I am. I talk to everyone I meet, trying to make conversation, but yet I still eat alone in the cafeteria every day, listening to everyone laugh while I try to hold back my tears.
As I was reading a lot of things stood out to me. I never thought about public education being a topic to be discussed deeply. In the book A Place Called School Goodlad states, “Teachers frequently have perceived themselves as confronting difficult problems of teaching less motivated students: “some of our classrooms are loaded with youths who have no wish to be there, whose aim is not to learn but to escape from learning” (pg.12). Reading this section of the reading made me so sad because unfortunately I do see how different our generation is becoming, and that affects students at school. During an internship I had last year at an elementary school I remember hearing a student say, “learning is for losers”. I was really surprised with what
If I was able to create my own school, and was able to select every student, every staff member, all members of the faculty, class sizes, curriculum, and everything and everyone that has to do with effectively running the school, then I believe that the utopian school would consist of the following. I believe that the students that would be enrolled in the school would have to all be of the same or around the same abilities and intelligence, I believe that if students are around other students that are at about the same level, it is easier for them to learn and score better. If all the students are slow learning, then they can be taught at the same rate, and the same goes for students with higher learning abilities. The faculty would have members from different backgrounds so that the students can learn different life experiences. Curriculum would be the same throughout all grades, all first grade would be the same, and so on, all the way up until fifth. Class sizes would be smaller, so that the teachers can give more attention to every student, and every class would have kids who are all about the same intelligence and learning rates. Support staff would also be qualified to teach the children, not just assist. They would be able to assist the children just like the teachers do.
From both of these schools, I have learned a lot about my personal qualities, such as my strengths and weaknesses, and my work habits and attitudes. One of the first things that I had to learn at Alameda High school, which consisted of my freshman and sophomore years, was responsibility. I realized that after middle school, my teachers only had so much accountability for my grades and even actions. Whether or not I turned in my homework or received a good grade in the overall class all depended upon me. My teachers were no longer held responsible
Through these fun and challenging times each one of us has built strong relationships. Whether it was with friends or a teacher, we have developed connections and memories that will be with us forever, even if we lose contact with those individuals. Some students have discovered they have a passion for writing through a creative writing class or want to have a career in business from taking Mr. Ide’s inspirational marketing classes. Others have participated in CLIP or summer school to catch up and make it possible for them to be here today. I went to Heights Elementary and have spent the last 12 years with the same group of people. Attending school with the people I’ve known since elementary and middle school, and making homecoming posters with them for four years in a row, has given me a chance to get to know the people around me better than I ever thought I would.
Talking to old professors whom I hadn’t really established a relationship with in the past was sort of uncomforting, but I was definitely subconsciously intrigued and ready for the challenge of the assignment. The opportunity to come back as a ‘person’ to share thoughts and values was sort of eye opening. Reminded me of the time when I first learned teachers had lives outside of school (this definitely happened before third
I made the decision to come to Baylor early in 1999 while my freshman year was still in session. At first, people thought I was joking about leaving, but when I persisted in telling them, they had no choice but to accept my decision. I had spent most of my life with some of these people, while some I had known for less than a year. I didn't think about that in the beginning. At first I was excited to go, but about the time of this party, the anxiety of leaving hit me like a sledgehammer. The party was August 10th. I left for Baylor ten days later on August 20th. Those ten days were some of the most anxious of my entire life. Was I willing to give up my happy existence to step into an unknown world of doubt? Well, as you may have guessed, since I am writing this paper, I was willing to take that chance. The question of whether it was worth it or not has yet to be answered.
The teachers of the school were very supportive, I loved them all. Being at school is very good in terms of dealing with different people. We were exposed very early to this world; where there are different attitudes and beliefs. I think having teachers with totally different minds has a role in our social intelligence development. I learned how to deal with people even if their beliefs, thoughts and styles do not meet mine.
Having spent twelve years of my school life in just one small red brick building, the years tend to fade into each other. But the year I remember most clearly and significantly is my senior year of high school, where I finally began to appreciate what this institution offered to any student who stopped to look. Before, school had been a chore, many times I simply did not feel motivated toward a subject enough to do the homework well, and seeing the same familiar faces around ever since I was 5 years old grew very tiring soon enough. But I began to see things from a different angle once I became a senior.