My Favorite Experience In School

As we pulled up to the massive elementary school building, I begged my mom to let me stay home from school, just once. As usual, she said no. Realizing my attempt to get out of school was futile, I shouldered my backpack, swung open the door, and trudged over to the front door. I would rather be anywhere else than here. For the majority of my life, I attended public schools. It wasn’t rare for me to fail a test or even a whole class. It was because of these failures that I would get even more demotivated and threw away the idea of working hard or completing quality work altogether.

I took my seat after the bell had rung waiting for my teachers instruction. Today was the day I dreaded the most, grade check’s. My teacher called us up to her desk one by one, it felt like I was being called to the judge's bench. The room was dim; the only light came from tall white lamps in each corner of the room. I could hear each person breathing heavy, there were only ten of us. I picked up my head and looked around the room. Everyone sat twiddling their thumbs waiting their turn anxiously. A girl at the end of the table had her head resting in her hands while breathing deeply. The teacher called her name, and I felt my stomach turn upside down; I was scared for her. As her grades were read aloud tears rolled down her face. She returned to her seat defeated. Her sister sat right next to her shaking her head in disappointment. Her sister began to scold her in front of the class telling her how

Student experiences can be evaluated in a variety of ways and attributed to the quality of educational systems. At different ages, students are better suited to different types of learning environments and teaching methods; however, the effectiveness of schools and teachers continuously influences all school-aged children. Throughout this analysis, I will focus primarily on my experience during my 6th grade year in middle school, including how my success was affected by the effectiveness of the school and my teachers throughout the year.

From what I have heard about elementary school in America, I can definitely say it is not like the experience I had in the Netherlands. My elementary school was an international school in the middle of a large Dutch city about an hour away from my house. International, meaning there were kids from all over the world there, sharing their culture and building lifelong friendships without even realizing it. I certainly did not realize the culture or friendships I had picked up on until much later on and have only now come to appreciate the time I spent at that school.

Forever true to his word, my dad takes us all out for ice cream. I guiltily pick chocolate with gummy bears, and eat my ice cream in quietness. On the drive home, I sit in complete silence, while my family talks and laughs. When they ask me why I am so quiet, I say “I'm just tired, I stayed up all night studying for that test.” We arrive home, and I tell them that I am going to go to my room so I can get some rest. As I am heading up the stairs to my room, my parents call “GianLuca! Get back down here. There’s a call from your teacher on the answering machine about your grade!”

Cars that drive themselves, grocery shopping online that arrives right to your door, and copious amounts of forms of communication; we are living in a world of advancing technology. Each generation will have different social experiences than the last. Technology is changing rapidly, and teachers are trying to figure out how to incorporate this technology into their classrooms to help students learning, and make the job of teaching easier. I never knew how many technology resources there were, and how many different ways you can use them. After EDU 250, I have learned how to incorporate technology in my lesson plan, and how to make learning appropriate for the 21st century.

No specific memory stands out above the rest as my favorite memory in high school. I have had plenty of good experiences in school throughout the past two years. Some experiences I enjoyed are Agora of 2016 and Romantic Idol 2017. Both experiences were a product of Kinkaid’s class and work. Journeying around the streets of Toledo was the objective of my Agora group. Speaking an intro, reciting poetry, and coaching contestants were my favorite parts of Romantic Idol.

As we all know 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 life. My sixth grade year was nearing to an end, and I had a falling out with my best friends. Before this I had never experienced any drama. As a thirteen year old, I never thought I would experience something so devastating and heartbreaking. A couple months before the school year was ending one of my best friends and I were having a good time hanging out. As the day was coming to an end, her mother came to take her back home. My friends and I were very close and we are always sad to see each other leave. The next morning, I walked into school expecting to see all my friends and have a good time. I began walking towards them and I noticed a couple people glaring at me. Then I realized they were all glaring at me. A lot of people I didn’t know we even giving me dirty looks. The only two people I didn’t see was my best friends. As i went around school looking for them people began whispering when I walked by. The people where saying: “I can’t believe she called

One day late in October when the air has a nip and the sky is a beautiful pallet of colors, I was called to the art room which smelled like old paper and paint. Fearing I was in trouble for not cleaning something up correctly or worse because I messed something up, I started to prepare myself to go talk to the assistant principals. I walked in with my knees shaking, my palms sweaty, and a million things running through my head, but I soon realized that there were no principals nor was there a mess. What I did see was my art teacher Mrs. Robert and one of the three science teachers standing with the biggest smiles I had ever seen someone at the middle school give.

When freshman first enter the school they are told to enjoy the next four years because it is the best time of your life and it flies by quick. At first I did not really agree with this statement in fact I was dreading the next four years but now that it is my senior year and I am close to graduating I could not agree more. High school is almost at an end for me which excites me but also makes me sad because these past four years have been the best worst years of my life.

I was in 7th grade starting to read The Outsiders in class, I absolutely loved it so I rode my bike home as fast as I could. I had stayed up late until I finished the book my eyes tired and drooping from reading for so long but itching to get this book finished. Once I had finally finished it I was so happy but ready to find another great read I could sink into. I had always loved reading and learning new things in general. I wanted to know how things worked and was naturally curious but somewhere in my school career I had lost my ambition to learn. I began to think I was too stupid for all this, I was developing a fixed mindset thinking that I couldn’t gain any more knowledge than I already had that I was stuck. When I should’ve been fostering a growth mindset, trying to learn from my mistakes and grow from them. In my school career I have had many times I have fallen into these two mindsets or lost motivation all together.

One of the greatest moments happened when I was in the eighth grade. It was when I started wearing the hijab for sure and I lost a lot of my friends. I felt really lonely and I started sitting by myself during lunch for the first time ever. I stopped getting invited to birthday parties and whatnot. One day during my English class two of my friends that weren’t talking to me at the time came up to me and told me they supported my decision. They explained to me how hard it was for them because they’ve never seen me with the hijab, but they also wanted to try it because it was new to them. My English teacher, Mrs. Fernald overheard us talking and said: “why don’t you bring us hijabs tomorrow, we’ll wear it with you”. I was really excited and was so happy that I started getting teary simple because I felt good to know that I wasn’t alone. The next day I brought them hijabs and put it on for them and we took a picture together. That picture still means the world to me. I started wearing the hijab because I felt like it was the right thing to do, but it was a hard transition. My friends kept telling me to take it off and kept asking if I was having a bad hair day. It was hard for me to explain it to them because they kept asking why now? It was hard to explain it to them in general. That moment showed me that my hijab wasn’t stopping me from doing anything and that people would support me if I showed them that my hijab didn’t change who I am.

Have you ever experienced a time in your life where you just did not care about anything? Is that normal? I do not want anyone to think I was depressed or anything because I was not. I just was not happy. I am not sure exactly why either. Maybe because I did not really hang out with people or even talk to people. I blame myself for that. I could have hung out with all my friends they were almost always free. Now that I am looking back at it I think I tried to seclude myself from everyone. I liked being alone and to myself. I have always been kind of shy and before 6th grade I was an utter loser and did not have any close friends. But the summer of 2016 was different because I had all my best friends I simply just did not want to hang with them. When the end of the summer came around, soccer was starting. I was really excited because I love everything about the sport and I was going be able to play at a varsity level. The only part that gave me anxiety was the fact that I might not like or want to be friends with my team. After a while I learned to love everyone. We got to practice with the boys almost every day and we always had the funniest conversations and best practices. I was finally starting to feel like myself and I am not hundred percent sure if it was because I was playing soccer all day, everyday or because of the people I was with.

Have you ever stepped up and did something you didn't think you could do? It may seem scary at first but once you do it for the first time it's not all that bad. Well it was an early summer day. It was my cousin Pepe and I, going to football practice. It was there were my cousin and his friends would make fun of me. I hated every part of it because I felt annoyed and I felt unwanted.

I’ve been anxious about college admittance since I first learned what college was. When the first trimester of fifth grade ended, and I learned that my good name had been sullied with a B+ grade in my reading class, I was unreservedly hysterical until my mother finally cornered me into my bedroom. I imagine she was getting snot-and-tear stains out of her woolen sweater for days.