My Experience In My School

My Middle Ages When I started Middle School, I was nothing close to the social butterfly I am today. In fact for my entire first two years of middle school, I didn't have much of an identity. Or friends. I wasn't a part of any clique, or involved in any clubs. All I did was keep my mouth shut and blend in. I literally had no passions, no ideals, values, I just followed the crowd. But as my middle school experience went on, some drastic changes happened to me. And no, not puberty. Here is how it

life is full of experiences. Some of those experiences do not affect our lives, where as others are very significant. On my way into eighth grade I made the decision with my family to be home schooled. I learned many useful things, and it’s still fresh in my mind. The lessons I learned from my experience has strengthened my character immensely. My middle school years were the hardest of my life. I experienced more sadness and stress in those three years than an average adult experiences in their whole

My School Experience Starting since 6th grade I always found a way to get out of going to school or doing my school work. I put in more effort in skipping school, not doing my work, and in extracurricular activities than I would at school. I was lazy a person, I was a C student, I was that kid who everyone expected him to fail. Until my junior year I thought school was a total joke, what changed my perspective about school was during the summer when I realized that my grades sucked and no school

hated school and everything that had to do with it, but I always enjoyed making up stories. It was my way, even as a small child, to escape everything. I have always had a very vivid imagination and writing was my way of channeling that. I enjoyed writing about events in my life but would always add a magical twist or have someone there to save the day. On the day, my teacher approached me as I was sitting in class and not paying attention as usual. My notebook was full of all the workings of my imagination

morning, my mother tugging on me. I ask, "What are you doing?" in a tired voice. She replied, "Get ready, Armani!" That's when I remembered, that today was the big day, where I would go to school for my first time. In a hurry, I jumped out of my bed and put on my clothes. I've never seen my parents so happy before, and I was confused why. I wasn't quite sure what "school" was, but I knew it was a place where kids like me went and I will learn things. Thinking about it, scared me on how my experience

I did great my Freshman year while living in the dorms and loved my chosen path of becoming a teacher. My academics suffered when I moved off campus after Freshman year. During my Sophomore year I had a disagreement with my Education professor on how to teach a class and dropped his course. He did not believe that anyone could properly teach a lesson outside even when the topic was parts of a tree. This decision lead to an even greater downfall in my academics, since now I had zero direction and

A gentle tap on my shoulder from my mother woke me every morning, providing me with the sheer motivation I needed to develop the desire to attend school. Every day was a fight for me to push through school as I was the wallflower that never seemed to blossom with my peers. This rejection in my early school years prevented me from focusing on relationships and rather on grades and my passion for music. I determined myself to be an outcast since I could never make a friend that desired to talk to me

try to take one idea away to try in my classroom. After leaving Epic on Wednesday, I couldn’t just pick one idea. There were so many valuable take-aways from this experience. I have been to Jeni’s website multiple times this week. Wednesday when I got home I made a copy of her data tool and implemented it into my classroom on Friday. I’ve always struggled to track daily progress in math. We use an exceeded, mastered, progressing, and needed support scale in my district. I recoded the sheet the Jeni

of a throne.” Entering school on September of 2016, I started off slow and bad thinking it was just the aftermath from the long fun summer I had. After a few months, my grades began to drop, I was missing school, and I was making bad decisions. Academically and personally, I was digging my own grave without my knowing, but soon I gathered my faults my mistakes and my ongoing issues and tried to start clean. I started to realize more and more as I went through my high school years up to now how important

My School Experience I think school experience is individual and for many reasons. Mine had good points, rough points and moments where I couldn’t function to even attend. They don’t have the same services that they do now as when I was in school. Many people believe that school prepares you for life and your future. I always felt like school was a place to put kids but didn’t really prepare them for the realities of life. I wouldn’t say my school experience was bad, I just always felt bored.