Being The Son Of A Teacher Is Hard

I remember it like it was yesterday, I had just skipped from 9th grade to 12th and I graduated from Maggie Walker Governor's School in Richmond, VA. I was valedictorian, I also gave the Graduation speech. Graduation was over and I didn’t know what to do, but then it came it

Of course, my parents were also my role models but there was a difference between my parents and my teachers. Being a daughter of immigrant parents had its obstacles. For example, when it came to completing my assignments I struggled because of my parent’s low proficiency in the English language. I was not receiving the assistance and support that I should have been of receiving. Having a positive and strong relationship with my teachers facilitated my decision to seek for the assistance I needed. My teachers never looked down on me or embarrassed me because I could not grasp the material at the same pace as the other students. They understood my situation and offered my family and I the assistance we needed to best aid in my success in accomplishing my work and contributing to the learning environment of the classroom. I was never given any kind of privilege or special treatment. I always worked diligently to thrive in my courses. Without that strong and positive relationship with my teachers I would have never found the motivation and inspiration to continue with my education through grade school and attend a four-year institution.

A sense of humility came over me as I searched to find my way. It was difficult to make new friendships overnight. In this time I learned to branch out and find the right people to build relationships with. Sometimes it was hard to find the right people. I had optimism that the year would go great, and I overcame the doubts in my mind. The treatment I received from my classmates was humbling. Their appreciation made me feel comfortable in my new surroundings. Looking back to my first day at Larned makes me realize how great it was. I learned valuable lessons about myself and how to become a better person because of

It was a complete transition from inner city schools to the rural countryside, this school was a turning point on respective of my previous school's education, the school curriculum was alien to me as was agriculture, school sports, cross-country running, the teacher that taught Agriculture, also taught Physical Training. It's hard to explain, coming from the inner city, and all of a sudden you’re plowing your first furrow with a cultivator, this was a totally new concept for me, the school had a snack bar that opened twice a day, and all in all, school was not too bad after all.

That year was grueling to get through but as the days went by I started to get used to the different feelings I was experiencing daily in mylofe. This was a life lesson to me, it made me tell myself constantly that “I have to be a good person no matter what comes my way”, I cannot stoop to such a low level of selfishness of only making myself happy and not people that surround me. It shaped me into the thoughtful young man I am today. During my first year at Mary Carroll High School, I felt like everyone was identical to me, no one had an impact on me in a star stunning way at all, until I switched schools to Branch Academy. Here, it feels like I found my inner self, I feel untroubled and I can get used to the people here, met my girlfriend here and I instantly connect with

From worrying about essays and biographies so we could graduate the next year was a struggle and at that I still had to worry about passing the english EOC. I couldn't trust anyone then because they was so fake and messy.Only person that I trusted was my girlfriend and my handful of friends that I had at the time and that's because I was shy to meet new people but I started growing out of that when we had a lot of new kids join our school. Junior year flew by so fast I didn't even realize it was already summer. My brother had already graduated and we were getting ready for his graduation party and his birthday party the next day we got out of school. His party was great and all his friends came out and celebrated with

My first day as a seventh grader was crazy. Once I got off the bus, I walked into the building and found myself not knowing what to do. So, I just followed the other kids to see where they were going. After following them, I found myself in the gym. Everyone was talking to their friends and comparing their schedules to see if they had any classes together. I looked to see if I could find any of my friends from last year, and fortunately I did. They were sitting on the other side of the gym at the top row. I walked up the bleachers stairs and sat by them. I had not seen some of them since the last day of sixth grade. Then, I saw Mrs. Grieb and Mrs. King come up to give us a first day of school speech.

The results came in and for the first time in school history the cheerleading team advanced to semi finals. That moment is one I will carry with me for the rest of my life. We now hold the national title of 16th in the

At the end of first grade my parents decided to move. They wanted to move because they wanted to change schools for me, but are old house that I had lived at would only let us go too slv, and my parents didn’t want me to go to slv. So they decided to move. All though we had only moved across town, it felt like a world of difference. My old school was a small, desolate private school in Santa Cruz. We only had one class per grade. My first 1st grade class had only 17 kids. Now I was going to the big, scary elementary school with over 100 kids and more than 30 kids in my class.

First graduating class has quite a nice ring to it but when I was in middle school I never imagined it would be about me. Senior year has so many different meanings to me but the one that stands out the most is remembrance. So much of my life was spent doing school work for hours on end or talking to my friends on the phone about something trivial. I didn’t ever think to look back on how I impacted those around me or if I was actually living my life instead of just going through the motions. I thought I had so much time left in high school but when the letter in the mail came for senior portraits I knew that my time was up.

“Thanks. You have done really well too! How many have you scored?” I said trying to avoid bragging. I looked at the other team. They wore blue and black jerseys with big, white numbers on the back. They caught every pass, made every shot, and got every ground ball immediately.

As far as I can remember my mother has always been supportive. I had a hard time adjusting to going to school. I can remember when I went to Head Start my mother would get me dress and have a pep talk with me about going to school and what I would learn. The van would blow the horn and the tears would begin to fall. I did not want to go to school she would have to pick me up and put me on the van. She would be there after school waiting on me to find out what I learned. “School engagement has long been seen as an important component of school completion (Estell , 2013)”.

My mother was a nice woman and feared the dishonesty of guardians and the litigation which would inevitably arise with them, and so she herself set out to be all in all to us. In general, she succeeded very well by dint of her exertions, but though she paid out fees to schoolmasters for us, she did not have the heart to get annoyed with her sleepyhead of a son, for she thought it was a loving mother's part never never to upset her child.

When I reached senior year, things began to really improve from there, since I was no longer the girl that everyone automatically assumed to be a freshman. I was able to attend my classes to greet some of the faces that I already knew, and take on my last year knowing that it would all be over soon. By then my school spirit had began to sound audible, but it didn 't overshadow how I felt about the nearly approaching day of graduation.

As children, we absorb information and learn from experiences that mold us into who we are. Many individuals impact a child’s life, but the most powerful and influential role lies in a devoted teacher, a teacher provides growth to students as a gardener would to a garden of flowers. Each child can bloom into a thriving flower so long as you water their garden with optimism, love, patience, and guidance. Throughout my educational experiences I was lucky enough to have educators who poured their knowledge and optimism into me, and now I would like to reciprocate that back to students who are in the position I was once in. Balancing life and school is hard enough for a student, but a powerful and caring teacher can steer you in the right direction. In this autobiography you will read about my educational background, experiences that influenced my decision to become a teacher, and what I believe the role of a teacher should be in a student’s life.