Without those papers I would be lost trying to recall what happened. Going through my papers I found I wasn’t very good at reading. At least that’s what I thought at first. I was reading my teachers comments and they all basically stated that I needed to concentrate and I would be fine. The first paper I came across was the results of a pre-reading composite test from kindergarten.
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.
My role was making sure he was aware of the environment of our school and make new friends. Then he started to get bullied and my teachers asked me to also help take care of him. Prior to the experience, I saw him in my class right before the experience started and thought that he needed a friend so I already felt led to help sometime soon. I knew it would be sometime that week, but I didn't realize he was in my math class and because of that, it started that day. During the experience, I felt like I was doing something for someone who desperately needed it.
He quitted his steady and high paid job and wanted to be a computer science teacher at Garfield high school. However he got assigned to be a mathematics teacher because the school didn’t have any funds for computers. And what worse is his classroom was a completely chaotic disaster that he even got threaten by his own students on his first day of teaching. But he didn’t get disappointed; instead he applied some creative and innovative methods to explain some complex mathematics concepts and raise students’ interest in learning it. In contrast to the principal and other teachers, they only cared about whether the school would lose its accreditation and how to maintain discipline.
I was nervous and a little scared because I was worried about the baby because well this a new thing for me and I wanted everything to go okay for the baby and my mom. That summer was hard though because my having her mood swings and I understand those are natural during pregnancy, but like I said I was only eight and did not understand much. I had to take care of my mom during the days because dad had to work; I enjoyed it; however, when dad got home, I was
I need to past my testes and stop sleeping in the class. Last semester I didn’t really read the books and I didn’t really understand what was happening in the book. I knew I was going to have an f in the class. I want to show Mr. Tilton that I can do better and improve. I am going to do all my homework and essays that the teacher assigned me.
I work really hard at my class work, and I have since ELICOS. My grades don't always reflect my hard work, though, and I sometimes get low grades on tests. I thought I could handle the work load, and I still think I could have, except that my father became very ill (heart attack) in during final exam period in June xx. While he was sick and unable to work, I had to keep connect with my home country most of time. Needless to say, that was away cut into my study time.
Jaycie Brown Melba Daniels 07 October, 2014 ENGL 1010 How Do You Make Your Educational Experience Meaningful? When I was in the 5th grade, I made the all “A“ honor roll for the first time in my life. I found ways for the information to stick in my memory and I was successful in passing my classes. The math problems I never thought I would have to use, or learning about certain rocks and layers of the earth in science class, they all felt pointless to me. I didn’t get why I had to know these things, but I did know how to memorize them to get by.
I learned quickly that the class was anything but easy. On second day of school, he had us write about what we wanted to achieve in his class and what we planned to do after high school. At the time, all I really wanted was to get out of high school and didn’t really know what I wanted to do after. He made us write an essay almost every week, and at first I got C’s on my essays, and that was when I first noticed that I was not that great of a writer. It surprised me because I usually got A’s and B’s on all my past essays.
Having the opportunity for Mr. P to be my son’s teacher was one that I will never forget. When my son, Thomas, first started kindergarten, Mr. P was not his original teacher. Mr. P was brought in half way through the school year to fill in for the original teacher because she was taking a long term "break" due to some "stress." To be honest I was kind of nervous of having a male teacher for my son, not to be sexist or anything but I was just unsure about the whole situation. That was only until I had the chance to actually work in the classroom with him and see for myself how amazing he was with the class.