I Am Just An Average American Girl

I started school in a big building for the first time I remember it the most because I spent the most time in it I had a teacher named miss laurence she was the best she let us watch Bill nye

I started drawing when I was 16. I was cursing 10th grade, or how is called in my country, Dominican Republic “Segundo de Bachillerato”. It was recess. I was alone in my classroom that day, besides two or three people who were just killing time there, and I didn’t had much to do with my time. I was at the last book of a series of books which names I can’t remember and If I recall correctly the last book was very boring for some reason so I didn’t wanted to read it anymore. So, looking for something to do, I stood from my seat and walked boringly down the aisle of chairs and that was, not my first interaction with art, but the first time I remember i liked art or paid attention to it. Yerkis, a guy of my class: short, chubby and well mannered

I was born on April 23, 1994 in Brampton, Ontario. I have lived in Brampton my entire life. I completed my undergraduate degree at University of Toronto, and now I am here at York University completing my BEd. I am someone who values helping others above anything else, which is why my dream has always been to become a teacher. This is something that I will accomplish, and nothing will stop me from achieving my dreams!

It was not until I reached kindergarten where I first learned how to write. Having parents that were not fluent in English and worked almost all day, I found school being the gateway to my academic success. Learning how to trace letters were the first steps to my literacy journey. Every morning, I would sit in my assigned seat where I had my very own box that contained my crayons. My first task was to trace my name on the paper with crayons, something that every kindergartner is anticipated to fulfill. I remember having so most trouble, everyone has trouble from time to time, but in my case it was all the time. Once the bell rang for recess, all the kids ran right past me to go play outside once they finished writing their name successfully. I was always the last one to go and my teacher, Mrs. Ross, would have to slowly spend more time with me, holding my hand and tracing my name so I could get the hang of it. I did not have the same help at home as I did in school. Unfortunately, my parents could not help me with any of my school work; I either had to be self taught or I had to turn to my teacher for assistance. “The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me.” (Hellen Keller) I can relate to this quote because my kindergarten teacher was someone who inspired and motivated me to go past all odds. Like Hellen Keller, meeting Mrs.

I was born May, 30th 1989 at Wadley Medical in Texarkana, Ar. I was born to Kym Crispino from Queens, NY and William Lee of Hot Springs, Ar. My parents were young when they had me. We were very poor at times, but they always made sure I had what I needed. I was an only child, but grew up around plenty of cousins. I have lived in Texarkana my entire life. My parents split up when I was twelve, and my mother and I moved out into the country on a dead-end street with no children in the area, I became very sheltered and a little socially awkward.

I started out in Lindbergh at the age of three where I went to preschool for two years. I remember taking naps, playing on the playground, and snacking the most. After I finished preschool I went on to kindergarten. My first year riding a big school bus vs the small they use to pick us up in for preschool. I remember my kindergarten teacher Ms. Dorn who taught me the alphabet and how to count. My first grade teacher Ms. Hansen taught me how to read, write, add, and subtract. I remember my second grade teacher Ms. Welinski who help me further my education in the world of history, math, reading, and writing. My third grade teacher Ms. Cox retired my third grade year, but her lasted year she taught me how to write in cursive and to multiply.

Now it was time to say goodbye to the house, and move back to California where most of the family were at. When I moved to California I moved to Salinas at the time I was in 3rd grade at a school called Kamman. My favorite teacher was my 3rd grade teacher her name was Mrs. Vierra she was a nice lady. My least favorite teacher was Mrs. Cunov she got frustrated at us really easily, and picked her nose right in front of us it was gross. In 5th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Spencer he was my favorite male teacher because he was the man that taught the class to make paper airplanes. It was fun because it made class so much more interesting. In the beginning of the year I attended at Kamman then a few weeks later I moved to Monterey where I attended the rest of middle school at the Monterey Bay Charter

Fitzgerald and Ms. Mendoza, Ms. Fitzgerald taught Launguage arts, and writing, then we would go across the bathrooms and Ms. Mendoza would teach us everything else. In 2nd grade I was in a class with on best friend Maddison, but somewhere in 2nd grade we weren’t friends anymore and I still have no clue why. My other best friends were Holly, Alex, Ashely, Grace, and McKenzie. During math class one day I began a weird habit where I chew on the side of my check, I thought I had stopped but it came back this year. I learned how to multiply big letters and write big words. I loved going to dance, hanging with family, being with friends, and going to b-day parties, I hated speech

In my earliest years, I can recall one of our projects with my 1st grade teacher. It was very memorable for me, because we went all out for it. The project like most of us in that class remember was to write a story. The story was Flat Stanley. I was mostly ahead of my game in my early years. Then, there came my 5th grade year, The teacher i had in that class always got on me, for not paying attention. I almost got held back that year because i couldn’t focus. That year onward, was a struggle for me.

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.

I was born on September 17th, 1978 at Cedar Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, CA. My Parents, Raul and Mirta Pascual, had immigrated from Argentina a few years before I was born. We were living in La Puente, CA when I was born, but when I was about two years old we moved to San Dimas, CA. While Living In San Dimas, CA I attended Gladstone Elementary School, Lone Hill Intermediate School and San Dimas High School, where I graduated in 1997.

I was born on November 2, 1734, in the Boone homestead in Birdsboro, PA. I even had my own fur trading business near my home (like the one you see here). Though before long I made it a traveling business because I never could stay in one place for long. At a young age I began to wander, getting farther from my homestead every time, all of which led to my many adventures.(The Trailblazing Life of Daniel Boone and How Early Americans Took to the Road (Cheryl Harness Histories)

My time spent in elementary school was filled with new and exciting experiences. Starting public school meant being able to meet new friends and teachers, and learn about the world around me. I was nervous to begin school, but once I was comfortable in my new environment I created many great memories I hope to cherish for many years to come.

Elementary school started out as a bore but moved on to eventually being fun and enjoyable. I grew to love school and learning during my fourth and fifth grade years at Zia elementary school. My teacher taught me the value of history and American History

When I was a child I had many happy memories. I was born and raised in Lowell, Michigan. A small, rural town with very little diversity. I attended schools in the Lowell Area School District from kindergarten through 12th grade. As I sit and reflect on my elementary school years, I have many happy memories. I had positive relationships with many of my teachers; especially in my K-4 years. Mrs. Pomper always made me feel welcomed and always greet me with a smile. Mrs. Sterly taught me to read and Mrs. Ham always had confidence in me. These are three of my teachers in my early years I will never forget. My grades were good and I was motivated to try my best in everything I did in school; even if it was playing soccer and volleyball which were definitely not in my skills set. My view of school was positive, I loved going. I had friends, great teachers,