Okay, so I was in first grade. Lisa Frankel's first grade classroom, one of the biggest in the whole school. It had a single stall bathroom in it and one of those foam mats. You know the ones I’m talking about right? They’re made of this foam material and they’re shaped like puzzle pieces, so you can just buy them separately and put them together. They had a rug too, with the alphabet on it because first graders need help identifying letters or something [laughs uncomfortably] I don’t know. So yea, Lisa Frankel's class, she was pretty nice. Her teacher’s aide was an ass, but I’m getting to that. We’re little, and our handwriting is a disaster, so we’re practicing writing the number 8. Up until then the trick was to draw two connected circles,…
When they called us down for the assembly we went down class by class, and they were talking about the B.L.I.G.H.T (Big.Learning.Important.Georgia.Horrible.Test). During the assembly I was just doodling in my notebook until I drew a life like zombie picture of Principle Wright. Then Vice Principal Monk took the notebook and then 5 minutes later I was in the Principal's office.…
Oh no, not again. A crowd of amused snickers erupted from behind me. It seemed as though my teacher had forgotten to accessorize with her pitchfork and horns this morning. I looked up at her and crossly glared. Apparently, no number of parent-teacher conferences could deter her from her “we sometimes have to do things we do not want to” mentality. I looked down at the page and read very slowly, stumbling and whistling through every s, sh, st and everything of the like. I sounded like an angry teapot. This was my own personal hell, and I had an audience. Boy, were they having the time of their lives. You would have thought that I was the world’s best stand-up comedian.…
I personally gained a lot from listening to the guest speakers. They changed my views on a few topics, such as the education system in K-12 schools. I am vey grateful of them taking time out of their busy schedules to address some of the topics that are rarely ever discussed. There won’t be many times after college where I can have mentors share their insights and…
Vigorously shaking, profusely sweating, and nervously _____– I could barely grasp the note cards in my hands while 30 sets of eyes were glued on me. Preparing to do the unthinkable – speak in front of a crowd of judgmental peers – I constantly doubted myself, bringing my self-confidence down to its all-time low in a matter of seconds. As nine years of skills learned through speech impairment classes suddenly vanished, the teacher announced my name, signaling that it was my turn to deliver a speech that I would have to pass in order to graduate high school. I managed to introduce myself without stuttering, but when my confidence began to rise, so did the students’ chuckles. With a shaky voice, I continued my speech. Stuttering on every other word, I couldn’t help but see my peers – some I even considered friends – covering their mouths, trying to hold back the laughter, and I knew that in their minds, they were making fun of me. I finally finished my speech and quietly sat down. Choking back tears, I anxiously waited for the bell to ring. As soon as it rang, I ran to the girls bathroom with tears rolling down my cheeks and sweat stains showing through my shirt. How could I embarrass myself that badly? Did people really make fun of me that much? Did I even pass my speech? Unable to think straight, I decided to go to the library rather than face my so-called friends. The next day, however, I was forced to confront them, and of course, they made fun of me and I laughed it off as if it was no big deal. From then on, I swore that I would never embarrass myself like that again. That night, I searched through my room to find my speech impairment notes, and immediately started studying them. Of course, it was not an overnight task in overcoming my fear. I endured many other speeches, kids constantly making fun of me, and even teachers commenting on my stuttering. It took a few more tears, a lot of deoderant, and continuous practice to…
The weekend before classes began, the dormitory staff held orientation events for the students. There was a cook out, some social activitiesand a band. I couldn’t understand the language, the food was inedible and I was too embarrassed about my English to take part in the activities. I came to…
Communication in general is very important in today’s society. It is used in many occasions such as school, businesses, relationships, and personal needs. There are a lot of different forms of communication used in everyday life. This includes talking, signals, hand gestures, or simply any kind of emotion. For most people, it may be difficult to understand those who are deaf and blind through their unique form of communication. This form of communication is known as sign language. Sign language is a very important factor in communicating with those individuals who are deaf and blind. It is not only useful for the deaf and the blind understand each other, but the other individuals who help and deal with their needs everyday. Over the last few decades, sign language has also been very common and useful because it helps preverbal infants and toddlers communicate with their parents, such as asking for milk or by simply saying “yes” or “no.” Creating a website that explains the basics and structures of sign language will be useful to many people who may need to communicate easily and effectively with those who regularly use that form of communication.…
Then I coasted until my sophomore year of high school, I was filling out my schedule for my junior year. There was a new teacher named Alexis Rivera, I thought hey it’s a new teacher, it’s a female why not give it a try. So the next year came and was I totally wrong, this teacher was not new and was not a female. It was actually a French male who studied school in Mexico at the age of fourteen, he also taught in Mexico and France and he had a strong accent which was hard to understand. So I thought ok, I can do this still it’s just algebra two no big deal, so a couple weeks went by and it was like a train hit me and didn’t stop or even brake, I was so lost. He soon realized that everyone in the class was lost, so he changed up everything with notes and showing more examples then actually talking about since it was so hard to understand him. And I was already so far behind and lost I had no motivation to do anything in his class anymore. So when I was getting warning grade reports sent to my house and to my coaches and they saw I was getting an F in math, so they weren’t very happy and neither was I. And you can guess my classmates and I weren’t very happy with our teacher and our choice of choosing him for this class. So I went to my…
Alexandra Goforth ECI 430/445 Microteaching Self Reflection Microteaching Self Reflection My microteaching experience showed me a lot about working in front of a classroom. It was very interesting to see how my lesson plan changed as I began to teach. I really enjoyed this project.…
Well, what happened was that a stranger had just came up to me saying to pass my bag! I was scared and I gave my bag. They looked through it and chucked out all of my 11+ papers. I was shocked! I knew Gayathri teacher was going to be angry! Then they asked me where I live. I said “I…I…I live in 128 March Road!” That…
The whole day was probably the most confused I have ever been in my life. I get to school not knowing where I am supposed to go and I can’t tell the counselors anything because I didn’t understand. Eventually I get to my classroom and I sit down. Something I did not know about elementary schools was that there is this thing called “Assigned seats”. After a lot of pointing, strange hand gestures and slow speaking, I understood that this was not my seat. Since I wasn’t in my ESOL class yet, the teacher just sat me in the back and made me listen to books on tape while holding the corresponding book in my lap. I didn’t know it yet, but this eventually got me hooked on books and at that moment in time, my eyesight began its slow steady decline.…
I barely managed to keep up with the lesson as math was not easy. But I convinced myself to work harder and aim for the top. When break time hit, I gathered all my courage to greet a girl sitting next to me, named Anne. After some chatting, we decided to have lunch and halfway to the canteen, I excused myself to the restroom but was lost. As a timid, I dared not ask for directions from people nearby. Instead, I traveled all around the school and eventually returned to my classroom, where I saw Anne waiting for me anxiously. I explained everything to her, and she kindly guided me to the restroom.…
It was 24th February 2006,morning 6:00 am when my alarm started ringing loudly. I jumped up excitedly not being able to stand. It was my first day at Da Vinci International School! I was going into KG1 (FS1 as they call it in Dubai). As soon as I knew it me, my mom and dad were on our way to the school. I was dressed in my newly bought clothes; everything I had there that moment was new. The drive was only 15minutes long but it seemed to be gone in a blink’s time. The next minute I was there standing in front of the schools wooden gates with lots of other people, who had shared the same experience as me, rushing in full of pleasure. As soon as everybody had gone in we made our way to the principal’s office where I than sat down and waited. Eventually the principal,’Mike’ came in and had a seat. He first welcomed us to the school and asked me some questions including: my name, nationality, age, birth date etc.…
Right when I got out of the car, I had no clue where to go. I saw a couple of students who looked my age and I followed them to the assembly. There were around two thousand students who were studying in the school and there were over one hundred staff members in the school. My class schedule was hard for me to understand. I could not find my classes on time. Also, I couldn’t ask other students for directions because I did not know whether they were in my classes. My first class was Biology, and I was already late for the class. Fortunately, I saw a security guard walking around in the hallway, who helped me to find my class. That day for me was about to get a lot more complicated with locker trouble, and getting lost.…
It was four weeks before my graduation, the day that my swimming test was appointed. I arrived at BMS Pool feeling really nervous; my heart picked up speed and I could feel my palms cold and sweaty. My aunt Jannel accompanied me because I could not imagine going there by myself. When we walked in, I saw no one was in the front desk, but across from the desk I could see the swimming pool, and my ears were greeted by splashes and squeals from a bunch of little kids taking a swimming lesson. They seemed so excited like they just received presents from Santa. After a few minutes, the kids’ swimming instructor started to notice me and my aunt, so she came towards us; she introduced herself and then asked if I had an appointment. I told her that I had an appointment with Ms. Jane. She seemed clueless but sent me to change into my bathing suit while waiting for Ms. Jane to arrive. I did what she said; my aunt and I went to the locker room, and I could still feel my body was so tense. I had to calm myself, so I began to chant in my head, “You can do it! You need do it for yourself and for your diploma!”…