She relied primarily on punishment (particularly corporal) and negative reinforcement to gain compliance and desired behavior. She was also very belittling of Christina's academic success and (probably jealous/threatened by) her aspirations to become an actress. Christina recalls that her mother only came to see one play, The Mikado, the entire time she was in boarding school.
Literacy Autobiography Playing sports, socializing with friends, and working – All reasons why I am an alliterate reader and writer. I never realized the importance of paying attention in school to learn to read and write properly when I was younger. Although I graduated from high school and have a diploma, the lack of initiative and motivation in school has led me to be an alliterate reader and writer today. While in high school, playing sports was more important then learning how to read and write properly. Socializing with friends and going out to have fun was another reason why I did not learn how to write proficiently.
To whom it may concern, As I ponder the academic future of my child, I sit down and think of my academic past. I attended Hatch Middle School when I was a teenager. I didn’t like it, at all. I was bullied for no reason. I was always worried about being beaten because of my ethnic background.
Sbeckner24@gmail.com Sara Beckner In Class Essay Writing 110 Appletree Christian Learning Center Initially, when I took this job, I thought that I would hate it. I was twenty two years old when I applied for the assistant teacher position and I didn't think that I would like it because I knew that I would have to work with the babies (1 ½-2 years) instead of the older children (3-4 years). Working with the babies requires a lot more tedious work and patience for example the teachers have to constantly change diapers and not all the babies are able to talk or communicate well. Appletree Christian Learning Center is not a typical daycare, it's very structured and the children learn a lot like they are
When i started school i was acting up and never wanted to do any work or homework and my grandmother had to come to the school everyday. I never really cared about reading and writing because i wasn't really good at it, so i never really worked on reading and writing. My grandmother signed me up to a online program called Hooked on Phonics to help me read and write, but i never paid attention to it and skipped all the lesson because it was boring. When i was young i felt like i was on my own because my mother was away and my father was somewhere and my grandmother had all her grandchildren she took care of, so nobody took the time to teach me how to read and write. I felt like i didn't need to learn how to read and write because nobody told me or showed me how important reading and write and learn how to articulate.
This looked like revenge to me against what I had said before when I was sixteen. My mother wouldn’t listen to what I had to say not even if the topic was forgiveness. I was about to graduate from high school and it seemed like she wasn’t interested, not to mention she didn’t attend the ceremony. Furthermore, I was in my thirty’s teaching English literature at Boston, Massachusetts. My life was busy, but I would always think of my mother.
When I first learned how to read in English, it was a pain in the butt. My first language is Spanish so it was very difficult to start all over again with a new language. When I first got to this country I had to adapt pretty quickly to keep with my new classmates. I had no problems in any subject but English. Kids would make fun of me but I never gave up because in a situation like that, that’s the worst thing you could do because if you don’t keep trying you will never learn, everyone learns from their mistakes.
If I would invest the time needed to organize I would have received a better grade. English has never been my forte in high school; I failed one whole semester because I was infected with senioritis. My mentality was that I didn’t HAVE to do anything because graduation was just around the corner, but boy was I wrong. This set of mentality pushed me back in my senior year and it prohibited me from enjoying my last year as my friends were living it up at all the parties while I was home finishing up my online class as a result of my failure. Online classes required self determination and a lot time.
I did not understand how different my family was until I started attending school. My parents separated when I was very young, almost too young to remember, so my older sisters were left to raise me and do everything parents are supposed to do. It was very clear that not everyone was being raised by their sisters. It was embarrassing to have parents get a divorce especially because it went against the Catholic religion. In school my friend’s parents came together to parent conferences.
My experiences with reading and writing My earliest recollections of both my reading and writing experiences are not pleasant and to date these experiences have not changed. Prior to my kindergarden days my mother would teach me at home the letters of the alphabet in the hope that my entry into school life would me smoother. I am not too sure that she succeeded. I recall my first day in the kindergarden class, the teacher started off with figures; I thought to myself smooth sailing. I thought that all day this is what I would doing, little did I know that reading would be next.