My Education Experience

Education has always been a cornerstone in my family. My grandfathers were both headmasters of schools in rural Bangladesh. At a time period when graduating from high school was a feat on its own, both my grandfathers were college graduates and wanted to improve the condition of their respective birthplace. They instilled in their children that although a formal education was great, education did not just stop there. You can find education everywhere and anywhere. Even the person who is dirt poor

I wish to introduce myself as Elizabeth Nisha Pradheep, a young Commerce graduate from University of Chennai, India who wishes to do a course in Education. I do have an aptitude for teaching and want to take teaching as my profession. From my early childhood itself, communicating in different languages has always fascinated me, as a result of which I know six different languages today. When I was growing up, the various modes of communication started fascinating me further. I was brought up

When looking back at my education in the past, I would say that I am happy with my overall experience. I do think that there was some areas that were more challenging than others, but this was a reflection of more than just educational factors. We consider all of the things that happen in our lives and pile them into different experiences. When thinking about specifically my educational experience, I feel accomplished and thankful for the kind of education and support I received a while in school

My education was not the best that I could have received. I am originally from Pennsylvania, but my parents and I moved to Florida right around the time I was to start kindergarten. The public-school education system in Florida is not the greatest compared to other states, especially not the area of Florida where I have grown up. I attended two different elementary schools, two different middle schools (one private k-12 school and one public middle school). I was fortunate enough to attend one high

with me. Then in my 3rd grade year at Wagner Holt Elementary School, my mother and father were told by a doctor what was wrong with me. They had been told that I had a learning disability called slow processing. Which makes it hard for me to normally process and comprehend information that I'm being taught. After hearing this, my parents quickly met with my teacher and doctor to discuss what options there were to help me overcome my disability. Next thing I knew, I was being told by my parent's that

was two years old, I was consistently having surgeries on my right-hand due to hand disorder called syndactyly. The privilege of having consistent help became my down fall, I wasn’t motivated to do the work on my own. My fifth-grade year was the reality check I needed to endure to realize school wasn’t just a waste of time but a necessity to my future. I had a cast on my arm from surgery and was dreadfully struggling to keep up in any of my classes. I failed math that same year and, was clinging to

One experience that has shaped me as a person is my specific learning disability. This disability was diagnosed when I was a child in early elementary school. Due to this, I was unable to learn information at the same rate compared to a normal person. As a result, I was held back a year in my elementary years. Over time I’ve adapted to it with the help of the school’s faculty special needs area and taking more time in independent studies to keep up with others. During that time, I became more aware

After my mother passed away my brother and I moved in with my aunt in Westchester. She was emotionally abusive to both of us and this impacted our performance in school. My brother struggled a lot more and because of that he was placed in special education classes. I defended him when he was teased by my aunt and I noticed the difference in how teachers would treat him. When I got to high school I suffered from depression. I attended summer school for three summers because I became less interested

Throughout my life, I have grown up around individuals with exceptionalities. I was taught, judging other individuals is never the answer. Instead I had to learn to understand why others had different struggles growing up than me. I gained a good sense of understanding from my mom. My mother has worked in the healthcare field for the past 16 years. She has experience in managing and working in group home settings as well as assisted living programs. During this time, I have volunteered to help with

When I was asked to reflect on my experiences in EDSE 316 and the fieldwork, I had to think long and hard on how I would sum up four months of classes and fieldwork into four pages. I have learned so much about the various disabilities and how it has change the world of special education. I think a better term would be the “endless possibilities of education”. It wasn’t too long ago when children with disabilities would be stuck in a room in the back of school only to be seen in the beginning and