Descriptive Essay On Home Teaching

I would grade papers and tests for Walton-Verona Middle School's 6th grade reading and math teachers. This was a unique experience as it allowed me to see the struggle that teachers went through. Most of the reading papers I graded were not very good to my standards. There was punctuation and spelling errors and sometimes the students would even spell their name wrong. Also I would grade the papers while class went on and I was able to see how teachers dealt with the students. I was surprised and in awe with how swiftly and easily the teachers were able to calm down the students and keep their own temper when they would have to repeat instructions over and over again. I had always known teaching was a stressful job, but seeing it with my own eyes further confirmed it. I have a new found respect for them. They deal with rude kids a lot for a living and still are able to be kind and polite. They even become parental figures to students more than the students' actual parents. Seeing the teachers in action and not be a

A seemingly ordinary young boy named Herman Mudgett was wandering the woods that surrounded Gilmanton, New Hampshire, when he discovered a house. He had not come across it before, so he decided to explore what was inside. The door was already open, and the condition of outside convinced him that no one was living in it. Herman first noticed an upstairs landing that overlooked most of the common area. The home looked as if no one had ever occupied it; the walls were white, but looked grey due to the overwhelming amount of dust, and it was almost empty. Herman decided to continue his tour upstairs. When he finally reached the second floor, he carefully looked over the unstable railing to observe the space from above, although it did not look much different from the lower view. Herman continued to wander the halls until he heard a loud thump in one of the bedrooms.

Home school had proven to be a waste of my time. I found out about Job Corps through a couple of friends who had attended the school. I decided to go to the Brunswick Job Corps. I spent 10 months there. I would like to say that I used all that time wisely, Of course not. It wasn’t till month seven that I started buckling down and finally got my General Education Diploma (GED). My life has now begun to go in the right direction. I came back home. My mother worked for Delta at the time so my mother, father, and I took a trip to Hong Kong, China, a business trip for my mother, an educational trip for me, and for my father it was a stroll down memory lane. My father spent some time in the city of Hong Kong when he was nineteen, and he got to show me around the city when I was nineteen. Of course for myself, once we crossed the International Date Line on the way there I was of age to

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve known what I wanted to do. I am one of those people who was blessed enough to realize my passion at an early age. As far back as I can remember, I’ve wanted to become a teacher. I can remember as a child sitting in my room, surrounded by my stuffed animals (or students, as I saw them) and forcing my younger brother to sit still and quietly do the work I assigned him. I even had two baskets which I kept on my little wooden desk; one for my “students” to turn in work, and the other for more work which needed to be graded. I spent many afternoons

I was home on leave after serving 15 months in Iraq, spending time with my family and connecting with people I haven’t seen in a while. My mother arranged for me to speak to my brother’s 3rd-grade class since they had written letters to me while I was deployed. It was something I felt that I owed since the letters were cheerful and really helped when I was over there. I was a bit nervous because I have never done something like this before, public speaking was not a strong suit of mine. While visiting with the students and answering questions I fell in love with being in the classroom. After finishing my commitment to the military, I continued my education and got my degree in Elementary Education. I am currently finishing up my 3rd year in teaching 2nd grade and love every minute of it.

For the past nine years I have been involved in a program called Jamestown Community Center, an after school enrichment program serving kindergarten through eighth grade students. I started out as a student in the program and became a teacher assistant as a highschool student. What got me into becoming a teacher assistant was seeing other high school teacher assistants be able to be strict with us, but at the same time be our friends. I admired their maturity at such a young age, and noticed how Jamestown was very supportive with each of the teacher assistants. Last year, I was assigned to be the teacher assistant to a first grade class who had just gotten a new teacher. I advised her to give the kids tasks in order to get the students to get

Social classes are a dividing system for people of a nation or country, and have existed for as long as history can date back. In the past, it has designated people to certain categories that determined the opportunities and privileges that they could receive. In the past, the social class a person belonged to was determined by which one he or she was born into, and this label generally stuck to someone for life. In more recent history, broadened opportunity has opened up an escape for those stuck in the lower classes. The social class a person is born into has become a starting point in life, and where somebody ends up is decided by his or her determination. In Toni Cade Bambara's “The Lesson,” the theme is about learning that a

Dread and sorrow wash throughout me. We spent so long in this cursed building to prevent us from ending up like we did. I furrow my brows. The foul smell of rotting old wood came upon my senses. Now, I could only taste dryness in my throat. This attic has still not changed one bit.

“It’s not fair,” I huffed, “I don’t want to leave! This is my home!” My mother’s brown eyes stared back at me, filled with a knowledge and understanding I had yet to possess and would lack for years to come. She left the barren living room, leaving behind a trace of the fruity perfume she always wore. It was futile to argue; the boxes were packed and ready to be loaded onto the trucks in a few hours. Having nowhere else to sit, I descended to the floor. The light oak wooden floorboards that used to be clothed in rugs were now naked. In the next month, new pairs of feet would walk on these boards.

cabin, and it was covered in vines. When they walked in, the door creaked and it was pitch

Parenting styles are as diverse as parents themselves. Parenting is one of the most challenging and difficult responsibilities a person can face. The way a family is structured is called the parenting style. Parenting styles are collections of parental attitudes, practices, and non-verbal expressions that characterize the nature of parent-child relationships. Because individuals learn how to parent from many different examples including their own parents, role models, society and life experiences. Parenting techniques can vary greatly from household to household, however, experts believe that parenting styles can be broken down into four main categories which include permissive,authoritarian,authoritative,and

When separation threatens the relationship of two sisters, they make a goal to learn how to read and write but only Nettie had the ability to attend school she declared that “she will….’just have to go to school and learn for the both of them.’” Many cultures have different aspects of who can learn certain topics and what is an appropriate level for different individuals that can have a major influence on the cognitive development. The journal article, “All in the Family: Connecting Home and School with Family Literacy,” described of how children’s brains are like clay that can be molded and shaped in certain ways forming to the cultures approve behavior. There is no age limit on when children begin to read or begin learning, and parents have many opportunities to try new techniques to teach their child reading depending on culture believes. Every culture has different believes and strategies but these are technique that I have found can be applicable for many different cultures starting within the home.

Life is a process where the most unexpected happens. When growing up you face many problems, and later accomplishments, but the hardest part of life is having to cope with the transition from childhood to adulthood. Many people fear the fact of them having to take on various responsibilities and not having the same support or dependence as they when they were a child, but those encounters are the ones that shape you and help you become a responsible and independent individual.

Alan received a phone call and left the house early, to exercise his recently reinforced South Carolina machismo in a meeting with the “excavating contractor,” much against my will, but I decided to let it go. The emotionality in this house, well diagnosed by my friend Caetano, has the maturity level of a 25-year old, an embarrassment to us both, but as the word “embarrassment” has just been erased from the dictionary, forget about it. The two man — by the way, having the contractor, in fact, been discovered by me, and recommended by the architect I chose (can you hear me?) — will have their

In this story the author tells us about a girl named Sylvia, the narrator, who lives in a very low income family. A place where school is not a priority. A place where it is more important to be strong and hard, than to read a book. This was the thought anyway, before Miss. Moore moved in. She was a school teacher who took it upon herself to teach the neighborhood kids. On one summer afternoon in particular she was going to take the kids into town on a field trip. The kids are not at all happy about this because they know it is summer break and they are not supposed to be in school in the summer. They would rather be at the pool playin’, but Miss. Moore knows that if these kids want a chance at a better life,