Mrs. Jacques Expected A Lot From Us From The Beginning Of My Life

She talked about how studying night after night was very stressful for her. I have also stressed about school work on many occasions, making me know the feeling very well. We both had to work hard to keep up or try to get ahead. “ I did not sleep during those years”(223.) I was tired and stressed out like her, even with the education we both already knew. After some time I realized I needed some help. Jordan’s help was a small study group that her roommate formed. My help was also a study group and a tutor that made me feel just about how she felt. I feel like if she had a tutor she could have felt the education earlier like how I did. “ Finally, I felt I was really learning things, really going to school.”(223.) Having that group and tutor made me feel just about how Jordan felt, not stressed anymore because we finally understood what was going on and being said. We both can reach out and defend ourselves with our own

I can't imagine myself going through that, I asked Melissa, "were the classes difficult?" She replied, "in all honesty, yes, it was extremely

When I first met Grace she was struggling in her French class because she didn't know how to study in a way that suited her learning style. Grace is a visual learner which means she requires to write out and see the words she is being taught. She is a very quiet student who will not ask for help unless you talk to her first and ask her what she does not understand or if there is something she needs help with. When I first started working with Grace her mom had contacted me asking if I could help her with her French. At the start of the semester Grace’s goal was to get some help with going over her lessons so she could learn how to study for the class on her own so she could achieve the best mark that she could.

When I was in my sophomore year of high school, I had a music teacher named Ms. Valentine who taught vocal and piano classes. Ms. Valentine was known as the “mean dad” of the vocal department, because she oddly reminded everyone of a dad instead of a mother, I know it’s weird. She never took the phrase I can’t from a student, and she would never put up with anyone’s bullshit. She believed there was no such thing as “I can’t”. I had the pleasure of having Ms. Valentine as my choir director, sadly. Ms. Valentine was known for assigning students to critique boring plays and concerts.

When I was a senior in high school, I was placed in night school for two different classes. One of them was an english class and the other was a history class. I had two different teachers for the classes. One of them was on us like crazy, he made sure that we were actually tthat we didn't get while we took this class in school. He would grade us hard, make us do so much work and we were not able to turn in work that was done half fast or he would rip it up and make us do it all over again.

The one and a half semester I lived with her is my hardest time since I came here, it’s still more or less depressed me even now when I think of that period. Although I still want to understand her behavior and words using the knowledge I learn from this class rather than simply saying she is mean. This is undoubtedly a painful but also interesting experience to

Metropolitan area, I felt that I would be able to meet the rigor of the college-preparatory program of Georgetown Visitation. But it was there that I met one of the hardest classes I had experienced, freshman year Physics. As my teacher said, “It’s like a wall between the knowledge in my head and the words I wrote on my test.” I sat in class every day doing my best to understand and comprehend but as much as I went to see my teacher and listened to my tutor, it seemed like I could not make the grades. I studied and tried so hard I focused more on physics then studying any other subject that my other classes suffered. I felt like I was a failure and did not belong in a school like Georgetown Visitation, because all I seemed to do was struggle and

Starting school was a big problem for me. I had learned that school wasn’t as easy as I thought it was. My fifth grade teacher, Mrs.Chang. Mrs.Chang is not like any other teacher. She gives so much art projects, homework, and classwork that I almost couldn’t even catch up to the class.

was Mrs. Huber who made English a terrible subject for me. I did pass the class with an A but I did not gain anything from her class. She would mostly explain us about her life and achievements, that had nothing to do with English, but students would ask her more questions to distract her. She was a great teacher but didn't have the qualities that I wanted in a teacher. For instance, teaching students on how to create a good thesis statement or how to create a works cited page. Mrs. Huber made us read a new book every nine weeks and just write quotes from the book and write how they

One of the greatest barriers I had to face during school was repeating the first grade. I remembered being devastated when I heard the news, my parents were quite devastated as well, I didn't know what to do. I had to see my friends and cousins go on ahead without me, I was all alone. The reason for my repeating of first grade was because I fell back on the learning material and was always off task. Don’t get me wrong it was challenging to understand my teacher Mrs. Robbins from Argentina, she would speak with an accent at times. Summer was in session and I spent most of my time thinking about was I was expecting next year. The thought of it itself was frightening, another year of first grade, I was anxious about meeting my new teacher and

Unfortunately, when she arrived to the Island there was not much time left for the classes to start; she started school two months after the classes had already started, in that case she was a little behind and it was hard to get along with some of her teachers. For her English class it was hard to

I remember the first in class assignment on Jacques. I sat there for twenty minutes before even putting the pen on paper because I had no idea what to write about. After the end of the assignment of was fairly certain that I was going to fail this class. I made very general observations about the speech. The observations started with basic summary and not too in depth analysis, what I was accustomed to writing in high school. I said in my untitled passage about Jacques speech, “We can do anything and be anybody and we are not forced to have a predestined role chose by a director”. That was the farthest in depth I went about the human condition. I did not even mention the word human only in my first sentence when I was restating the question as my opener. The class was allowed roughly

The worst teacher I have ever had was my second-grade teacher, Mrs. Mark. There are several reasons why she was the worst teacher I have ever had. When I was younger I really struggled with school. I loved to go to school but I had a hard time grasping certain subjects. Unknown to me at the time I had a learning disability. I was later diagnosed with short-term memory problems, visual-motor integration and processing deficits (something to do with my neural pathways not connecting properly). I often would see words backward or the letters would get jumbled up but I did not realize this was my problem. Mrs. Mark just believed I was dumb. She really felt like I was a burden and I could not learn. She often would blow off the questions I have even if they valid. She even told my parents that she would just pass me, even though I was failing because there is no possible way I could understand any of these subjects. Even though this teacher gave up on me my parents did not.

I had a teacher in eighth grade that really frustrated me. Some of my older friends had her the previous year and had warned me about the difficulty level of this class. I was still determined to excel in school, so I took the class and hoped for the best. Upon meeting this teacher, I could immediately tell that she was different than others in the building. Since this was an advanced level curriculum, she expected more from me than most of my others teachers did at this point. I told myself that I would not let my nerves get to me.

my 5th grade teacher was always very strict and “mean” at the time. Yet, still she would want to