Failure To Succeed In Elementary School In Mexico

America. Schools in Mexico may not have computers like most schools in America do. Some schools in Mexico do not even have access to a cafeteria or school buses.

What were the different ways that the establishment (police, school administration) responded to the walkouts?

In the first few years, I was reserved. Because I only hung out with the people I knew and rarely stepped out of my comfort zone back in Florida, I acted the same way moving to Georgia. Making friends wasn’t important to me because I was used to being isolated. Going on to high school, I came to a realization that I needed to step out into the world. I knew that I couldn’t always depend on myself. I needed to make connections and branch out. I took my chances and joined clubs to help not only myself but others as well. High school was also the transition of my life where I started focusing on my grades. I started working harder and as the curriculum started to get more difficult, it only motivated me to be more diligent.

I was very shy and awkward during my adolescent years. A cringe-worthy yet endearing moment of reflection of suppressed memories. I was the fourth child out of five, to two immigrant parents. We were a low income family with no budget for vacations or expensive school trips. Socially I was not accepted. I was always the outlier. Subsequently, I was bullied and it impaired my childhood for quite sometime. I felt as if I was sentenced to social death that I just could not replevy before the end of adolescent years. Other students taunted and jeered at me habitually; even with uncontrollable factors. I specifically remember my Haitian heritage being one of the domineering methods of my torture. I recall that being subjected

I got bullied a lot so that kind of stopped people from wanting to talk to me in the first place. When they did they saw a weird anti-social kid that wasn’t fun to be around or maybe that’s how I see myself reflecting on everything. Can’t say much about that has changed though. When I did get friends I had a problem where I’d get overly attached to them; as a result you could’ve insulted me every day and I’d still call you my friend. I think it was my want for one with the fact I was really, really dense;consequently most of the people I met weren’t great people to be around and a lot had some sort of bad habits, I still always had a book with me as once again an escape from my at least how I saw it sad and boring life in

Mexican Americans in the education system have been treated unfair. From the Mendez v. Westminster to the low number of students graduating from high school and moving to a higher institution shows that the system has done nothing to help these students. By the help of the community wealth theory many of the few numbers of scholars who have been able to reach these higher institutions have been able to put families, schools, peers, and other influences for their benefit and for helping them enter these systems which are not welcoming to them. Various aspects of these systems need to be change from the diversity of teachers and desegregation in and within schools around the US which would influence the communication and thoughts that Mexican

I was a very shy kid. Making friends wasn’t my cup of tea when I was younger. Based on this you can imagine how nervous I was when we moved. Joseph Campbell wrote in The Hero With a Thousand Faces, “It is only when a man tames his own demons that he becomes the king of himself if not of the world.” I was preparing to start school again in August when I decided it would be smart to begin associating with kids my age in the area; so, I began spending time with my cousin Lief. After spending some time with Lief, he introduced me to some of his friends and taught me to how to appreciate

The first being that I am extremely clumsy, and the second being that I had no idea who I was and in an attempt to create an identity I distanced myself from my friends. As a preteen I was two things. Polite and humble. Wrapped into one word, noble. These three words I would hear incessantly, until it drove me absolutely crazy to the point where I thought I needed to be known for something else instead. I became sarcastic, superficially charming, witty, and even uncaring. I blended all these things together and came out with the me of a few years ago. With my jokey, happy go-lucky nature I could make more friends who were attracted to outlandish personalities. With my sarcastic and uncaring personality I learned to pretend to manipulate people in an attempt to keep myself from caring too much about them while getting all the attention I wanted in return. However, I soon realized it wasn’t working. I noticed people didn’t like me for who I was. They liked me for who they thought I was. There lay the problem; I didn’t even know who I was at this point. I opened up to some close friends, and brick by brick they learned to break me down until the noble core returned. They shared encouraging words, thoughts, and helped me overall realize who I really was, am, and will be. All of these events still come back to me and make me realize one thing. No matter how smart I think I am, there are some things I can’t do on my own. My family, friends, and teachers have helped me figure this out. Even then, they all had their own little lessons to teach but overall the main point remained. You can’t go through life

Unfortunately, part of my high school learning experience has been learning from my mistakes. During my sophomore year, I was put on a five day suspension from school because I failed a random drug test for marijuana. When this happened, it seemed as if my life stopped and ended. My parents were shocked, my teachers were shocked, and even I would have been shocked a few weeks before this happened. Going into tenth grade, my reputation at my high school was that of a quiet student with great integrity and that is how I had been perceived my whole life. As being looked upon as an introverted person I was always encouraged to interact with new people and make new friends. I did just that but then found myself associating with the wrong type of

I attended a small charter school in Westland, Michigan. Between these walls, I broke and regained my pieces. My cultural difference set me apart from most of the kids - my accent, the way I dressed and the way I behaved. Social interaction with my peers were difficult because they didn’t know how to connect with me. When they did try to communicate, the conversation always provoked me. For instance, during the first week of school my table partner introduced herself and so did I. She asked where I was from and when I answered she was stunned. She later informed the rest of the class and for the rest of the day I was bombarded with outrageous questions like: Do you guys live in trees? How did you go to school? I felt so diminish as my peers indirectly stated their thought about people like

In elementary school, I liked hanging out with only certain people that I knew I could trust. I didn't really go around trying to make a bunch of other friends because I thought the friends that I did have were going to be my friends for life. When middle school approached, I realized I was wrong. My friend’s attitudes changed and they weren't the nicest to me anymore. I had a hard time trying to find other people to hang out with because I wanted them to have the same interests as me and I wanted to be able to trust them. I ended up finding the perfect group of kids but it took awhile and it was hard to understand why my other friends left me for other people they just met. I also had to start getting used to new classes. In 5th grade when we started Spanish, I wasn't sure if I'd like it because just the homework in my core classes was overwhelming but on top of that I had to learn a new language! Becoming bilingual wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be. In fact, being in Spanish helped me do better in my other classes. When I got home, I would tell myself that the sooner I got my other homework done, the sooner I could work on props for Spanish or finish writing the lines for our skit. After a while, I was as cool as a cucumber. I was no longer stressed about Spanish homework or finding new

Imagine someone, like myself, being shunned by her own peers in school simply by acting a little different. I was labeled as weird, annoying, and a whiner. The way that I approach with others may not be the most appropriate way to gain some friends. The way I act when I am cheerful, down, or irritated may also be different and the fact that I would leave class for speech therapy a few times a week may not be as normal as I thought it was. However, I did show some intelligence in class, especially math while struggling in Language Arts. Over the years, I manage to grew out most of my speech problems but retain my own unique personality and behavior. Eventually, I made some friends in my high school years and even graduated with honors from

Once the school year started I was able to start talking to kids that came from others schools that were not from Mueller and make friends quickly. Now I have some of the greatest friends. Also about three months ago I had my quince and yes I was not shy or anything, but I didn't really dance much at my party because I didn't really feel comfortable doing it yet . A week later It was the school dance and at first I was just sitting down because I have always been like scared to dance in front of people, but not that long after I was dancing with all my friends. Now I have better social skills. Not so long ago I had to start going to a church youth group. I was scared because I knew that I was not going to know anyone. When I got there the first few times I was nervous and scared to go but then I met this guy named Gabriel and since the moment I met him I could be myself around him and know he is a good friend from the group.

Throughout sixth grade I wandered the school halls glancing at other students smiling and laughing. All I wanted was a friend to associate with in those times of need. Low self-esteem was a result of me being alone. Many times, I struggle with classwork and homework due to not having the courage to ask questions. My grades were slowly decreasing and what I thought I knew became blank to me. Not having confidence in what I knew affected me.

In Mexico, basic education is divided in the following levels, Preschool, Elementary, Junior High, High School, and Universities. Preschool is required for all children from ages 3-5. Students upon completion receive a graduation document which is required before entering primary school. Their third year of preschool is equivalent to America’s kindergarten. The main objective is to promote the comprehensive development of emotional, social, physical, and cognitive skills in young children, while meeting the expectations of their age and social environment. Elementary school or Primaria is required for all children in grades 1st through 6th grade education consists of general education, indigenous or bicultural education, and community programs where students are introduced to the scientific and social disciplines including biology, chemistry, physics, foreign language, arts, and technology. Junior High or La Secundaria comprising grades 7th through 9th, it is part of the basic compulsory education system. At this level, more specialized subjects may be taught such as Physics and Chemistry, and World History. There is also the tecnica which provides vocational training, and the telesecundarias which provides distance learning for students in rural communities. High school or preparatory o media superior which consists of grades 10th through 12th is not mandatory and are only found in urban areas and makes education costly for students living in