High School Yearbook Analysis

New friendships kindled and I began to learn the way of the group, how they dressed, the must have brands, and the lingo used throughout the school. Again I made sure that I knew all the right things to fit in with the crowd to prevent myself from being “different” and judged.

This is related to me because of my fifth-grade teacher. She was my English and social Studies teacher. I will admit I am not the best at English and Literature school work. When I report card came out the whole class had low A’s and so much lower on their report cards. Everyone was shocked by their grades, I received a low “B” in her class. A couple days after receiving our grades for the quarter. The principal came to our class to tell us that our teacher had given almost all of us a lower grade letter because she felt it. I think it was because we were a

Success is an outcome that people will struggle their whole lives for. Whether it be a sport like football, or a grade in a class like math, people will endlessly find ways to become successful in their lives. While most students have an interest in sports or academics, my interest for achievement lies within a different category; yearbook. Being on the River Bluff High School yearbook staff has become such a dominant and meaningful part of my life that I would feel incomplete if I did not share my story of success.

Creating a yearbook has a lot more to it than one may expect. At first, I thought it’d consist of taking lots of photos, using a creative mind, and good writing skills. I wanted to contribute by doing all of these things and using the best of my ability as well. I looked forward to taking plenty of clear photos, writing good captions and making clever headlines since I’m good with words and I wanted to go out and be more social.

Besides observing those classes I was also in there to help the students and teachers. I would help answer questions for students and organized paperwork for the teachers. During my time at El Camino High I majority interacted with the students and teachers. The teachers at the school were very welcoming to me when I first came into to their classroom and during my time there. This really led me to feel very comfortable and feel like I have been there before and a person has become part of the school, which just made me very happy that they were exited about seeing a young student who wanted to do service learning and learn from the service learning but also be able to apply sociological concepts, theories and gain observation from the actual experience. The students were very nice overall, but did constantly ask me why I was there and when I explained it to them what I was there and why then they were very understanding and were meeting me halfway to getting things

I learned things from this class that I would have never learned in a classroom as a student. As a Teacher Cadet, I loved all the adults I worked with at my elementary school and had the uttermost respect for them. However, just as in the real world, not everything was always smooth sailing. There were times I got frustrated and I felt I was doing everything wrong but I had to learn to power through it because I made a commitment to not only the class academically for myself but also to all 19 of my students. By being in the classroom everyday, I gained a different sense of responsibility. The bond I made with each of those kids I cannot put into words. I truly looked at them and loved them as if they

At the beginning of the year, I was uncomfortable. I felt like I would not be able to learn as much because of the different environment I was faced with. Little did I know it would be the complete opposite; I would end up learning more than I ever had before in a traditional English class. I was a little uneasy about the classroom setup, rolly chairs usually formed in a circle, and typically a student led class. As the year progressed, I realized that the mobility of the chairs and the opportunity to openly participate in class discussions led to me becoming more comfortable in the classroom and also led to me learning more about how to become a better reader, writer, and thinker. I accepted the challenge of learning in a unique environment.

When students came in, they were calm and polite, a few even spoke to their visitors and seemed genuinely pleased that they had guests today. When the students came in, they knew exactly what they were supposed to do and did so quietly. The diversity in this classroom was nice to see and the students all interacted kindly to each other and with

They were so excited to have another helper in their class room from UCLA. Many of the kids were familiar with the university and our sports record, which I thought was pretty cool. They all spoke about college and about how they all wanted to go to UCLA. They asked me questions about what I was studying and what classes I was taking and what I wanted to do when I finished college. I was glad that I could answer most of their questions, but what impressed me the most was their college knowledge! Room 14 was filled with so many kids (a class with about twenty-five first graders *underestimate) and they were all really smart for six and seven year olds.Some of their parents were college professors and one student, Nam (I think that was his name) even shared with me that his dad was a physics professor, something else that I thought was super

She was confused as to why we did not have our regular meeting prior to class. I was surprised by her inquiry since we all agreed upon a rescheduled meeting. I reminded her of our group’s decision but she believed there was an additional meeting on Thursday as well. She continued to question me as to why we did not attend for our assumed Thursday meeting. Her tone of voice subsequently became angry, as she directed her frustration towards me. I felt that she was blaming me for not only my absence, but also for the remaining members. It seemed unfair that she would only voice her concerns to me and did not question the other members who later arrived in the room. As a result of her actions, I found it difficult to remain calm when speaking to her. When she continued to raise her voice at me, I started to become irritated. I felt that she was treating me in a disrespectful manner. I raised my own voice in retaliation, which turned our conversation into an argument. Our increased volume became loud enough where it gained the attention of students in the class. I found it embarrassing for others to witness an altercation between a group member and myself. As a result, I lowered my voice in hopes to avoid greater attention. This helped end the argument a few seconds before the start of class. As the argument came to an end with this particular group member, I found myself reflecting on the incident. I was astonished with the

Due to the principal hearing the incident and after her week probation from teaching she treated me like I didn’t even exist in her class. The teacher I once looked up to had abandoned and isolated me by putting my desk in the other end of the classroom. Never talking to me, calling on me, or even making me feel part of the student body. Due to that experience I will always see myself working for children making them feel safe, loved, and cared for. But most of all when there is conflict between students I want to hear both sides of the story, while being fair with the children under my

English’s classroom was right beside the stairs and she was extremely strict in every way, but especially about being quiet as we traveled the stairways and hallways of the school building. My friends and I were about halfway up the stairs when two boys burst through the top doors and pounded down the stairs as they talked loudly to each other. We stopped, our mouths gaped open, watching them descend the stairs and exit the bottom doors to the outside. Just at that moment Mrs. English entered the stairwell. She was extremely upset about the noise and disruption to her class. She saw us girls making our way upstairs and pointed at us saying, “You there, into my classroom at once!”. You see, Mrs. English’s punishment for making noise in the stairwell was to sit on the floor in the back of her classroom through the entire recess period. I was devastated. My friends and I were not the guilty party. Couldn’t she we were innocent? Didn’t she know my friends and I weren’t rule-breakers? In fact, we were all 3 hall monitors and, when on duty, helped to keep the rowdier kids from being noisy and running in the halls. She didn’t even ask if we were being noisy, or if any other kids had come through the stairwell. She was just angry at being disrupted and looking for someone to blame. We were her victims, the ones made to pay for misbehavior of two boys who seemed to be oblivious to any rules or to Mrs. English consequences for

It’s always a great and rewarding thing, knowing that the class you are attending, is a big step forward in your learning, to improve and build on the skills already

Yearbooks are and will always, in my opinion, be a waste of money. You have colorful pages of overly excited students, half of which you had no idea existed. People that have never spoken to you before would ask for a signature in their yearbook. Unfortunately, my mother wanted memories from my childhood and demanded that I buy one. Flipping through the pages brings back countless memories, both honorable and despicable; what I think about the most are the people I’ve met throughout the years, that at one point were significant to me. Growing up making friends occurred naturally. You started a conversation-mostly being about your favorite kid shows- and you had successfully made a friend.

There are three extremely important events that shaped my view of life during this course. Firstly, when I was in this course around my third year, we decided to document our memories in a notebook. This was a notebook we carried around everywhere, and whenever something interesting or exciting happened, we would write it down. We got this idea from a teacher who did the same when he was a student in a similar course. It was a simple spiral bound black notebook, but every time someone said something entertaining or positive, we’d pick someone to write in it, and this person would record this in the notebook. This was something only my class did, and it made us feel extremely unique and close as a class. Before this, we weren’t really united and didn’t feel as close to one another—but as soon as we began this, we were a patriotic and supportive class. This journal was a transition between us being just a couple of distant girls to very close sisters; through this journaling, I felt united with my class and could confide in them with whatever I was going through. It was always extremely exciting for me as the youngest in the class to see my elder peers write about me, or something interesting about me. Writing our experiences down and keeping a record of our memories helped us keep it fresh, and at our party at the end of the year, we read what we’d written down as a class and laugh about it. As we went on to the fourth year, we tried to continue to do so, but the teacher who