Everyone has their own community or organization for which they belong to. Within that community you tend to find who you are and what you are about. For me I found my identity in being an outdoors man. Being an outdoors man at my young age seems to be rare at this day, but that doesn’t prevent me from doing something I love and appreciate. Growing up with my family full of avid outdoors men helped influence me and only made my identity stronger.…
I've never been an "outdoors" experience kind of person. Maybe, it's because I'm very sedentary and prefer to stay inside to read and enjoy tranquility. I avoid all types of chaos and crowded places. Nevertheless, my visit to the Camuy River Cave Park (back in 2004) was refreshing and enriching in knowledge, historically, scientifically and spiritually. That experience brought the best out of me, as a human being and a nature lover, by giving the chance of experiencing a whole new level of peace and tranquility.…
My name is Laura and I’m a busy mom of three wonderful kids. I’m going to school for nursing and this is my first science class online. I’ve recently become a stay at home mom and I’m enjoying the change of pace. After graduating I hope to get a job where I can work a couple of days a week so I can still spend time with my family.…
Before this year I was always dead set on being a high school history teacher and thought that I never wanted to teach anything else. During the fall semester I was placed in a sixth grade class for my observation hours and at first I was kind of upset about it. Once I experience a middle school classroom I was still on the fence about what grades I wanted to teach, but I figured I would take this course anyway. I am so happy I did because I decided I want to do my student teaching in middle school. I have realized this is such a unique time in children’s lives and I want more of the molding aspect rather than solely teaching like at the high school level. I want to not only educate students in history, but also have it relate to their every…
(More dramatic beginning) Choking and laughing through the cigarette smoke as I sit around the smoking area listening to the seniors tell their crazy drunken stories and cat call at the numerous ladies. This is the dream for any freshmen, but not what I expected when I was thrust into Younglife weekend camp January of my freshmen year.…
It was the middle of the school year, and I had just moved into Duluth. I was begging my mother to put me back into public school. At the time I was being home-schooled but I hated it. So one day, my mom told me "since you want to go to public school so bad, I'll let you go soon." I was happy! I could finally make some new friends and go somewhere I wanted to go. Few days later, we went into the school I will be attending called Northview High School. We went to go get interviewed, but the lady that interviewed us was very rude. She was not hopeful or even encouraging. She told me and my mom that I was going to fail all my courses and will have to wait til the end of the school year. Basically, she wanted to hold me back. Who would have known how right she was. In the end, it worked out and I was able to attend Northview.…
I was the kind of guy who always strove in order to get the highest grades but yet hadn’t decided what to do in the future. I wasn’t worried, I knew someday I would find something in what I was good at. I got to live with that thought for some time until I got to attend middle school, where I stopped worrying about my grades and managed only to pass the subjects. I spent most of my time sleeping due to the frustration of not knowing what to do in the future. Most of my middle school experience was tasteless. I hadn’t friends at all, and teachers used to discourage their students about their future. “You're not going to college, you’ll not be able to do it because you’re poor” used to say, Mrs. Vazquez, the math teacher who instead of giving her class, talked on how much his son had accomplished in college and how we would not be able to attend. That was about to change.…
Even though it was December is was a hot brisk day. We were at Bethalto East Elementary school and I was rolling the ball and one of my old friends said…
Growing up I spent most of my childhood in Vietnam living an ordinary life. My parents were not risk-takers until they decided to quit their career as educators and move to the United States. Knowing that life in America will be challenging for immigrants, we mentally prepared ourselves to be fearless and get through every obstacle that is in our way. No matter how prepare we were, being a newcomer was frightful. When I first step foot on the land of promise, there was a mixed emotion suddenly rushed through me as a signal telling me life here will not be easy. We faced will endless obstacles and the language barrier is the most, the biggest challenge for us. Personally, I think learning a new language is difficult and requires a lot of hard…
There are parts in life where you learn a lesson sometimes the easy way or the worst way. See as in me sadly enough, I end up learning the rough way look see I was always a troublemaker in school even when I was in preschool. Sometimes I wish I can change ,but i can’t it’s just my personality. See I would Had fix all that if just do my work and pay attention, yet it all that is boring.…
I own learning was associated to reading the research papers of the other M.Ed. students, as well as through the summative evaluation done by my principal. Reading the very diverse research papers, I gain wonderful information of things I could (and will) implement in my classroom with my ELs. Some examples are related to the use of journaling for various learning opportunities, how big is the influence of motivation in relation to Hispanic males finishing high school, as well as the importance of analyzing prescribed curriculum in order to organize scaffolding activities that will assist ELs. The other learning was connected to the summative evaluation in which my principal mentioned things that I have done throughout the year. He was…
Before 7th grade, I never actually believed in bad things. I just didn't think of them as things that actually happened to people. I don’t even know why I thought that, I was actually a pretty nice person.…
Once I regained my consciousness I found myself in the seat replacing the pale man from before. I noticed a change on my hands. I was no longer brown-skinned, but pale. Deathly pale. Just like the man from before. Perhaps, even more pale. Or maybe it was just the contrast from my original appearance.…
Waking up to an average morning walking outside in the crisp morning air to get breakfast for myself. After I ate I headed for school to finish those standardized tests at the end of 6th grade. So far my class did well and was eager to get them over with. While I was in my zone working on the test, I could hear the clock ticking away every precious second passing. I had to get done with my English test before recess. Finally I looked at the clock and the time read 1:53 pm, just with a few minutes to spare, I finally had finished my test. I was glad that one was over with, as I raced home to grab a quick snack before I had to return to school.…
I have been at St. Margaret School for 9 years. In these 9 years, not only did I grow academically, but also spiritually. I was taught to love my friends, family, myself, and my enemies. I was also taught to respect God’s creations and all the things around me.…