Preview

Personal Narrative: The Surfside School

Good Essays
Open Document
Open Document
1138 Words
Grammar
Grammar
Plagiarism
Plagiarism
Writing
Writing
Score
Score
Personal Narrative: The Surfside School
I grew up in Coney Island, Brooklyn in the 90’s. I lived in one of its many New York City housing developments. As a child I can remember the elevators and stairwells of my building smelling rank from urine. I can still see and feel the bullet holes under our mailbox from a shootout that happened under my bedroom window when I was seven. The chain fences that squared off all the grass areas of our complex. I can still see the poorly painted monkey bars, and the wood-chipped seesaws on the black tarmacs behind our building. Across the street and a little more than half way into the block was my second elementary school. I can’t quite remember why I had to leave the first one, but The Surfside School is where I have most of my elementary school …show more content…

I was one of two Black students in seventh-grade honors math, and the only one in my section. Mr. Driggs was also jokingly named “The Devil” because no matter the season, he was always hot and would force the students to sit in the class with the windows open. The Devil had a tendency of publicly embarrassing me in class by highlighting the things I didn’t know or understand and not allowing me to exhibit the things that I did. I can recall one particularly embarrassing incident when we received our tests back. He menacingly slithered around the room placing our tests scores on our desks and eyeing us from the top of his glasses. When it was time for him to deliver my fate he slammed the test down and shouted as if he wanted the world to know, “FAIL!” It was one of the worst experiences, I tried to refute his statement and said “a sixty-eight is not failing” to which he replied “in honors math it is, you need a seventy”. The person next to me tried to console me but I could feel the anger boiling inside of me like a pot of oatmeal on too high trying to bubble over.
Immediately following this experience, he proceeded with success to dismiss me from honors math and send me to regular math classes in the middle of my seventh grade year. Everyone was wondering what I was doing there and I resented having to be pushed to a lower level. This moment of my life made me lose interest in math and to this very day I avoid it whenever possible out of fears I built up from that horrific


You May Also Find These Documents Helpful

  • Good Essays

    “Slow down, future leaders of America at play,” a sign engrained in my memory as a result of the numerous volunteer trips I took to Mountain Mission School. Mountain Mission School (MMS) is a Christian boarding school and home to many children, who come from devastating backgrounds and poverty. Receiving no government funding, Mountain Mission School located in Grundy, Virginia operates solely on private donations and generous charities from churches all over America. In addition to a school, MMS played a key role in my life. Not only was MMS my home but also my church starting from second grade up until I graduated high school.…

    • 686 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Powerful Essays

    Jonathan Kozol

    • 1005 Words
    • 5 Pages

    Jon Kozol was a substitute teacher who had worked in Boston for nearly 5 years now. Kozol’s text moved in chronological order throughout the story. He recently had landed a full time substitute job at Roxbury Elementary. He goes on about the trials and tribulations of working within a “segregated school.” It was segregated by economic status essentially. Children that lived in the ghetto made up the majority of Boston’s public schools, nearly 60 percent of which were black. Kozol also tells the sickening stories of racism that occurred in the school he worked in. Male teachers often beat their students when they disobeyed, and the vast majority of the times the child was black. When I black child spoke out of turn or was “disrupting the class” they were often sent to the cellar to receive whippings. These “disciplinary actions” would almost always leave the child in tears and covered in welts for the next several days. One story I found to be incredibly sickening was that of Edward. Edward was one of Mr. Kozol’s fourth grade students. Edward was also severely mentally challenged. Yet teachers still felt the need to beat him, often times leaving him bruised. Edward would cry all throughout school nearly every day: in English because he could not read, in writing because he could not write, and in math because he could not add or subtract. This child was in fourth grade…

    • 1005 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Powerful Essays
  • Good Essays

    Williams Elementary School is located just off of interstate 75 and home of the mighty Eagles. From the outside it has the appearance of a typical school with screaming students, rushing parents, and screeching buses. It is made out of boring brown bricks and beige stucco boarding near the top of the building. The inside features a prison-like setup, only with more vibrant colors. There is a double door leading into an office with multiple faculty and staff. In order to actually enter the school, you have to be buzzed in by the round and hyper man at the main desk. Once in the building, you will see that it is shaped like a large square with hallways extending from four sides. The hallways are full of colorful painting of eagles, laminated…

    • 963 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    As you all vividly remember, the Jersey Shore took a pounding during Hurricane Sandy. The winds, flooding, and whipping sand plummet the shoreline and communities forever changing the landscape.…

    • 262 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Gates Essay #1

    • 501 Words
    • 3 Pages

    My eleventh grade year was arduous. Not only was I concerned about passing five Georgia High School Graduation Tests (GGT), but math III was complex. math III was full of foreign concepts and equations. Overtime, I grew excited about learning new concepts in math III. My teacher was a great influence upon me. He regularly encouraged me to work hard. With his support and endless determination I was committed to succeeding. A few weeks went by and class was going great. We were learning how to plot linear functions, factor polynomials, and how to find missing sides on a right triangle. I was very consistent with studying and reviewing past assignments. I knew if I did not study I would not pass the tests. As the end of the semester grew near, I grew concerned about the final exam partly because I had forgotten a few of the earlier lessons in the class.…

    • 501 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    These past few years at Lionville Middle School have been some of the most memorable and exciting parts of my life. I came to Lionville Middle School from Shamona Creek Elementary. Shamona Creek elementary was much smaller than the gargantuan, new middle school. Also, there were so many more students and teachers. I expected the middle school to be filled to the brim with classrooms and I was correct. Some of my first memories here are quietly coming into the school and looking for my classroom. I did not even know where to go or how to get there. All around I saw kids getting to their classes right away, while I was stuck in the hallways. Fortunately, I saw a friend and followed him toward my new classroom. When I got my new locker, I had…

    • 197 Words
    • 1 Page
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Good Essays

    Gallons of sweat trickled down my face while I seamlessly ran up and down the track. At times, I didn’t think I would get through it. It was an everyday struggle to continue my journey down the path of success. At practice, we would relentlessly run and run and run until our breathing neared nonexistent. I, for one, could barely keep up, but the fight inside of me did not die out. My coach would tell us that our meet was nearing and our will to win kept pushing everyone harder. We ran three to four miles a day with little to no breaks. He would yell motivational phrases to push us, but in all honesty, we just wanted to get back in our beds and sleep the day off. Although this is true, It became important to me to work to better myself and though…

    • 409 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    It was around this point that I began to lose my motivation to do any class work whatsoever, and my grade suffered for it. One day, Mr. Brown held me after class and told me that I had the lowest grade out of any of his students that he has ever taught. With that as my motivation, I studied long and hard to get my grade up, and in the end I had barely passed the class with a sixty-nine point eight average.…

    • 749 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    This was very frustrating, for both myself and my teacher, because at the time I was in a school for early and rapid learners. My second grade teacher had tried to convince my parents to remove me from the school because I did not “belong” there, but I knew I did. After all I had passed the test, just as every other student, and was awarded acceptance into the school. To this day I am still very thankful that my parents did not remove me from the school, because it helped me grow into the person that I am now. Being in a very competitive environment, academically speaking was very…

    • 672 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    At the beginning of ninth grade, I was slowly recovering from clinical depression, a cruel, brooding disorder that makes one feel as if they would be content with drowning in the endless unforgiving abyss of the ocean. Along with this pestering grim recovery came the stress and lingering anxiety of potentially failing a freshman math class. Mr. Albaugh, my ninth grade math teacher, was a fairly young, arrogant, but undoubtedly intelligent math teacher. He would always have some kind of smug retort to a student’s question, and upon the remark, “I do not…

    • 822 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Since the beginning of my AP Calculus class, I knew that problems were bound to arise as I found myself not being able to understand what others perceived as “kindergarten math”. Problems I normally answered with utmost confidence converted into an internal conflict of increasing self-doubt and confusion. My eyes became geysers gushing out gallons of tears. Numbers rearranged itself in an ineligible fashion, a foreign language. It was as if every aspect of the universe integrated…

    • 347 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    I dropped out of that middle school, “slipping through the cracks” as my math teacher outwardly predicted we would.…

    • 343 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Before the school year started, every student had to take standardized math test so that the teachers could evaluate the student's’ level of understanding. The teachers thought that I was “borderline advanced” but they still placed me in the advanced math class anyways. Glowing with excitement, I was tremendously proud of my understanding of math and was extremely eager to be in my first advanced class.…

    • 325 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Why? My seventh grade math teacher was a ‘yeller’. Any excuse she could find to yell at a student, she would. One day during a lesson, we were going over shapes, circles specifically. Learning how to calculate the circumference confused me beyond words. “Excuse me? I can’t remember the right equation for circumference. What is it again?” I questioned. “Are you serious? Have you not been paying attention this entire class?! I said it about 50 times already!!!” the teacher roared. In my disbelief, I sat in shock and remained…

    • 459 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Academic Strengths

    • 652 Words
    • 3 Pages

    That year, I took Pre-Advanced Placement (Pre-Ap) Algebra II with the best math teacher I have ever had, Mrs. Robison. During the first couple of grading periods, I maintained a B- average in her class. This was different, considering that I was used to having such high grades in my math classes. One day after school, I decided I would arrange a student teacher meeting to discuss my grade and the steps I would be able to take to improve it. While meeting with Mrs. Robison, she gave me some of the best advice I had ever received. She told me, “Jermyah, math comes easily for you but, if you do not study and apply yourself, your goal of having an A in this class, or any other class for that matter, will never become a reality.” From that day forward, my previously jaded outlook on math was transformed into an attitude that would allow me to get the grade I desired. The following year, I moved on to Pre-Calculus. In this class, I used everything I learned…

    • 652 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays