Descriptive Childhood School

When I started school in Poplar Bluff I didn’t know anyone. It was close to the end of the school year so I didn’t have much time to make any friends. When school ended, summer went by fast and I went into first grade. It was scary! I was shy and still didn’t have any friends. Near the middle of the school year my class got to make JELL-O! It was blue, and we had to put goldfish in it. It was like the ocean with fish in it. I was the first to help my teacher, Mrs. Webb, because I was the quietest. My only

I remember I would rush home, like the superhero Flash, to start my homework. Since I was in elementary school student, I strived to do my homework, and I would want to study and be tested on material with my mother and with my special education teacher, Mrs. Gibson. I was about eight years old when I realized I was unique in my own special way; I came to terms that I learned at a slower pace. Later on, I figured out I had a learning disability, but before I knew about my diagnoses, I never felt left out of my regular classroom. I focused on getting the best grade in the class, and be successful in school. Mrs. Gibson was my case manager from third to fifth grade, and during that point in my life, I would tell her my biggest and darkest secrets most children would not tell their best friends. I was completely comfortable talking to her and I was inspired to become a teacher like her. One memory I recall is when I announced to my elementary school friends, classmates and teachers that I wanted to become a teacher, but choosing a grade level I want to teacher would be much harder than I anticipated.

Strangely enough, I continued to absorb all I could from my teachers. Right when I thought I had it all figured out with respect to words and spelling, Mrs. Reynolds, my second grade teacher, established my new relationship with sentences, writing, and more books. Our class room was just as amazing as the rest. There were pictures and posters all over the walls, with words I could read and new things to explore. The desks were scattered in small pods that nurtured diversity. In the back of the room there were shelves of books accompanied by squishy bean bag chairs and all things comfort. This would be the room where I wrote my first paper and read my first

From the moment I walked into the doors of Gertrude Fellow’s Elementary School as a five-year-old kindergarten student, I fell in love. I went into each day excited and ready to learn. This passion for school continued throughout my high school and college years. It is part of what drives my love for education. School was always an environment to be myself, explore new things, and to even make a few mistakes. As a young child, I thought everybody felt the same way. I was confused when peers said they hated coming to class, or couldn’t wait to go home. I couldn’t understand why anyone would hate something I loved so much.

When I entered Glenbrook South High School for my first day of freshman year, I was not excited to be back in school and I was definitely not ready to learn again. I remember the first class I had was English. As I sat in English, I recognized some people from middle school, but most of the faces were new to me. The teacher, I forgot her name, was very nice and welcoming. She asked us to pull out our “Of Mice And Men” books and asked someone to read the first page out loud. One of the students began to read out loud, and I followed along. After the first page was completed, she asked for a volunteer to summarize the page. No one volunteered so she picked from the attendance sheet. She picked me. I got nervous because I had no clue what was

Explain how the range of early years settings reflects the scope and purpose of the sector

As was mention before, the main purpose of Imagination Kidz Learning Centers’ is innovate the teaching and childcare business, creating a special bond between school-child-parents to grow our children in an environment full of love and discipline.

Two little girls with matching pink dresses, light up shoes, backpacks double their size skip off to the bus for their very first day of school. To a five year old, kindergarten was a big deal. The first time away from their parents, a new environment, and very intimidating older kids. I knew I was lucky, I got to take on this new experience with my built-in best friend and somehow, knowing that made all the difference.

Once again I found myself at the bottom of the food chain entering 5th grade. I had just moved back to Eureka as my mom realized she wanted to be closer to family, and I remember how scared I was. I came in the middle of the school year yet again, so there I sat in the library as I waited for my teacher to come grab me. I remember seeing familiar faces from the prior year pass by me on their way to first hour. I waited patiently, still no teacher had come to claim me for their homeroom. I realized I had been forgotten. What a great way to start off the new year... not. Finally a teacher came and got me and laughed about the fact that I was forgotten, which I failed to find as funny as she did but oh well. Looking around my homeroom I anticipated seeing all the same faces, quickly I noticed that there were A LOT of new faces,

Diving into past memories is something I am never found of. There is a lot of pain hidden behind some of my past experiences, but also a lot of triumph. It is always interesting to force yourself to retrieve some of those hidden memories. Sometimes the things you remember can be very surprising. Things that seemed long forgotten, can abruptly come back in a flash. The farthest memory I can recall about my own literacy experience is when I began first grade. At this stage, I remember feeling very confused about the whole purpose of going to school. I felt as if I was the only one not being able to keep up with the other children. I didn’t know what was cool, how to make friends, or even know how to play board games like “Candyland.” I was just not exposed to certain things that the other children in my class were aware of prior to beginning first grade. Most of all, I did not like learning. I liked doing things

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

The first month of transitioning from a home to a school environment can be a monumental change for any child. It is a circumstance that is both scary and exciting for most. The short story, “Charles” by Shirley Jackson, occurred during the 1950’s, at a young boy’s home and in his new kindergarten class. Laurie is a young, impressionable student who was attending his first year of school. Students in school need to feel special, protected, and receive attention from the teacher, but Laurie’s teacher did not seem to give him the reassurance he needed. At home, Laurie’s infant sibling was getting all the attention. While at school, Laurie did not adjust well in his new kindergarten class. This proved to be the cause of his new search for identity.

I remember the very first day of school, I felt isolated and misunderstood. When I got there all eyes were on me, looking at me as the new kid, I was sweating in the cold. I felt like going back home. In a classroom full of 7th graders, students were

My earliest memories of being read to was when I was about four or five years old, my mom had read me princess books along with cat in the hat ones. She knew that in order for me to fall asleep, she had to read me a couple pages of the book I wanted. The earliest memory I have of writing was when I started Pre-K, there I began to learn how to write my name. Like most little kids, my handwriting wasn’t the best but It improved over time. I only remember the teacher would give us a worksheet full of colors and we had to learn how to write them out. In Pre-K the students were basically forced to take a nap, before that nap the teacher that I had read us maybe ten pages of a book. All of my memories were

Fourth grade, one of my most memorable school years of my life, it was there where I changed my study habits and made an important life decision. I stopped applying myself in school and I decided to never be like my mother, to never have a job that would take me away from my family. Elementary was the same as everyone, the best of times of my life, school wasn’t much of a bother, I had no worries and lunch was the best. When it was time for me to even start, my family moved twice that year , so when I actually started I went in with my brother and it was with him that I noticed a difference between his ability to learn and mine. He always struggled with school, but I always found school work easier and hardly ever had difficulty. I recall in first grade my teacher would read these series of books called Junie B. Jones and wow, how I was hooked, the whole class would beg her to read more and more. Once I went to second grade I, like other students would continue reading the Junie B. Jones series but little by little I noticed that fewer and fewer kids would read. I can’t be for certain if it was all the books I would read, but whenever I had a vocabulary test I would remember them and never had a quick review right before the quiz, the point is I was good at school and my teachers could tell. Call me a narcissist, but I loved teacher conference because my teachers would always talk so highly of me and I could’ve never help it a smile would always come across my face no