How School Overflow Has Become A Growing Problem At Carver 's Small Campus

It was mid-morning when I pulled up to school, still wondering if I made the right decision by enrolling. Instead of feeling calm, cool, and collected the only thing arriving early did was increase the feeling of impending doom. My mind was racing a mile a minute. Am I going to be able keep up to the bright minds fresh out of high school? It was time to find out.

Overcrowded schools are one of the many reasons why America is falling backwards. With high birth rates and continuous immigration flow the classroom has become overcrowded. The best way a student can learn is if the attention is not so divided. With large classrooms having over 30 students, it makes it almost impossible for a teacher to attend to each student equally. “Slavin (1989) reviewed those studies that lasted a minimum of 1 year and had 20 students or fewer. He concluded that substantial reductions in class size have a small positive effect on students” (Synopsis of Class Size Literature). Classrooms should be small enough for a teacher to perform well without divided attention. In smaller classrooms, students are recognized for their contribution and participation. Students can respect the work of their peers individually and learn from them and help maintain order. They have more time to be collaborative, work creatively, think critically and draw their own predictions. In “Every Classroom Teacher’s Dream”, Patricia Handley states that “Teachers have more opportunity for personalized assessment with students, such as individual conferencing. With a small class, teacher can maximize best teaching practices, heightening students’ academic achievement” (6). There is ample evidence on how a small classroom can improve so much.

After I leave my class, my stomach starts to growl louder than I’ve ever heard. I didn’t have time to make a lunch the night before because I was busy working on my heaps of homework. As soon as I hit another building, sweet aromas of grease fill my nose. My mouth’s

Apparently, all high schoolers can be consumed with work, studies, and socialization events. We passed through the crowds of students as we made our way to the lunch hall, a good meal would be a pleasant solution to wake up the sluggish soul. My friend was in the middle of his conversation and I was a zombie with my eyes attracted to the lunch line, when they strayed away to movement, folders and sheets of papers compelled to gravity flew out when a girl lost her grip on her binder. My first and only reaction was to leave, I interrupted my friend with a soft groggy mutter that I was going to help her, so without his response, I

At overcrowded schools, material issues resulting from greater class sizes directly impact the classroom. Quantified into state spending per student, resources grow increasingly strained with each additional student. A 10-minute online activity becomes a 20-minute activity in a class where there are not enough Chromebooks, requiring students

overcrowded school. As uncomfortable as change can be, it will all be made in the name of

The transition from Grady High School had become a starting point of a new life. Slowly but surely, it found its way into adulthood. Where I embraced a new sense of responsibility and maturity. At this given time and day, I was responsible for following the rules and regulations. These set of rules was being enforced by the principal named Dr.Bockman. Students did not appreciate her position as being principal, yet her job was to support the Grady community. She had a very strict job and she took it very seriously. Nevertheless, I made my first entrance into the steps of being in high school. I walked into Grady High School with an overwhelming fear of anxiety and depression. I had no idea what the expectations was gonna be. So, I knew that

This year, the united federation of teachers, New Yorks teachers union, did a annual survey and they found out that 7,000 classrooms exceeded the limits acceptable for proper learning. Students should get more individual attention for their learning process and to be able to perform better in grades. The size of a class is very important for many schools like this one because of educational

I woke up dreading today, my first day back to the jail I call high school. I had a surprisingly wonderful time over the summer, but now it’s back to waking up early and late nights filling my brain up with subjects I won’t even remember when SAT testing comes. As I was walking into my first period class I noticed I was struggling to carry my belongings. I ignored it until after school, when JV

As I look around the cafeteria the happy students of cherokee peacefully enjoy their only true break they have from the various stresses of school in their day. Suddenly the 5 minute bell runs through the halls at 10:56 completely and utterly shattering the false illusion of happiness that lunch has created. A intense panic erupts, countless students simultaneously start shoving the large remainder of their lunch down their throats. Smiles turn into tears as students who lab day it is must leave their friends, their food, and their time for only relaxation in between the times of 7.35 to 2:26. At the same a whole separate panic occurs. Students who have lab first half of lunch face the problem of trying to find their friends eat their lunch and somehow make it to their next class all within

Instead of talking, I turned my back and grabbed my lunch sack. I took my lunch, and sat down with my friend group. In previous grades we had to sit with our class, which truly sucked, but now we didn't. Lunch has always been one of my favorite times of day, it still is. Earlier that day I left my breakfast on the counter which made me extremely hungry. I raced out of the creaky old wooden door my house could barely support and rushed directly to school. I knew that later my mom would have a stern talk with me about wasting the good food, but in that moment all I could think about was lunch. I began to starve, my blood flushed with the instant pleasure that euphoria brought as I gazed upon my phenomenal pizza stromboli. I gazed while my mouth hung open, taking in none of the conversation going on around me. My salivary glands began generating glittering drool that raced down my face as though it wanted the stromboli more than I did. I almost chowed down on the heavenly meal I recently unpackaged, but the lunch lady showed up out of nowhere. She asked me another question, one that had me scared, nervous, and dizzy all at the same time. This question made my

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep

I had butterflies in my stomach all day and when it came time for lunch I barely had an appetite. I made sure I was the last one in line for lunch so I could assure I would be in the classroom for the least amount of time. Then my worst nightmare happened as Mrs. Madden called out, “Everyone who is in chat-n-chew come to the front of the line.” Since I knew she knew I was in the group I slowly made my way to the front. I led the class into the lunch room and picked out my lunch knowing that the chances of me eating any of it were slim to none. I slowly walked back to my classroom, blue tray in hand, growing more anxious with each step. By the time I made it to the classroom the rest of the students had already arrived. I sat in the only seat open and listened in to the already started conversation. As the sponsor mom asked more questions about the book I became less intimidated because I liked the book a lot and was able to answer pretty much any question she might have asked. I grew more and more confident and I answered one of her questions. Just like that, all the fear that had been building up inside of me for weeks

My observation was at Green Valley Elementary School, a small public school near my house. I observed Mrs. Fields kindergarten classroom on an early Monday morning. The first thing I noticed was how crowded the classroom was, there were books, backpacks, learning centers, and children everywhere. The class was fairly big, with sixteen children and two teachers but it was not very diverse. The teacher seemed aware of the classroom cluster but worked around it, she spoke kindly to the children but with authority. Overall the classroom looked and worked like any other

As I trudged bleakly through the double doors, slowly sitting down in my seat, and listened as the cushion deflated underneath me, I wondered whether I could just go back to my dorm and sleep. Thoughts ran through my light-headed brain, all I could really think about had to do with tissues, and lots of water to mask my hideous cough. I hated being sick, especially during school. Nevertheless, I still went to every one of my classes, even if I felt horrible. I always told myself during times when I felt like giving up, just one more hour, just one more day. Just like me, thousands of people went through similar situations, but the way they respond to them showed their own personal perspectives.