My First Day For A Teacher

My eighth grade year of Middle school. I had many challenges, with making friends and subjects. But one challenge was mathematics.I knew my eighth grade year was most important when it came transferring into my high school years, yet I didn’t do anything to raise my grade in mathematics at that time. It wasn’t until two I had a very low grade in mathematics on my report card at that I realized I needed to do something about my low grade. So after that report in math, I really was determined to really bring that F up to at least a B or A. So I remember I started to go to after school tutoring to get help with my math subject. They placed me with a teacher named Ms.Alice. And she really helped me with my subject.

The twenty-five stories that are contained in the book, My First Year As A Teacher, are about real teachers and their experiences during the first year of teaching. Each story is different. Some are about memorable students while other stories are about some of the hardships that are encountered as a novice teacher. The diverse sampling of stories in this book gives insight of what kind of problems one might encounter as a teacher, yet they also describe how rewarding the profession can be. I found it rather difficult to choose only ten stories as my favorite but after much consideration and rereading I decided on the following stories because in many ways I could relate to the students as well as the teachers that are given life in these stories.

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.

Kindergarten and 1st grade was an introduction to Lake Elmo Elementary. In kindergarten, my teacher was Mrs. Mankowski. She was really funny and always made everyone laugh. Ms. Dawn was a student teacher, who was very nice and helpful. She was my favorite part about kindergarten because she always made sure my friend, Krista and I were partnered up. Kindergarten was great because we did many of fun things like having the Halloween parade and a 6th grade buddy. In 1st grade, Mrs. Tibbitts was my teacher. She still remembers me and hugs me every time we see each other. Before 1st grade, I had no idea how to

My third grade teacher’s name was Ms. Brockbank. From the first day I met her, I knew we had a bond. She knew that after school there would be nobody at home besides my siblings and I, so she would invite us to her classroom for after school snacks. It was usually nothing more than apple

A school day went like this, we’d go to breakfast and wait in the line scoping out the cafeteria to see who we’d be in class with and who we’d get in trouble with. Then there comes first period with Mrs. collins, she teaches social studies and her class was pretty boring. I’d take notes each day and secretly laugh at my friends as they’d try to doze off, constantly looking at the clock knowing that in an hour I’d be in my “fun” class where I could relax. So it's time for next period and this was science class taught by the coach of all boy sports so we didn’t do much. We opened a book on our desk to whatever page he had written on the board, and the rule was: whenever someone comes to the door act like you’re working. Now, don’t get me wrong occasionally we would do assignments and take a quiz or two, but we had it pretty easy, except for the days after the games and the boys did bad. A victory meant we would watch a movie and a defeat meant we’d have to read the chapter, answer the questions at the end, and turn our work

The school I was in for kindergarten to 5th grade there was only one class I stayed in for the entire day. My mom was little upset because her final child was starting school. When I hear “kindergarten” I think of Mrs. Otteson. She has been a great teacher who cared about my grades and wanted me to do my best. My first friend was Andrew Escamilla. We met in kindergarten and became friends from then on. We really didn’t see each other that often, because we both had different transportation to school. My teachers were Mrs. Otteson, Mrs. Blesie, Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Rotoli, Mrs. Lacy and Mrs. Monnahan, Mr. Charnesky and Mrs. Blehm. Seven of eight of them cared about my grades and helped me get to the place I am at to this day.

When I first started Kindergarten I went to Challenger K-8 my teacher was awesome I couldn’t ask for a better one she was super nice and understanding when I was younger I had a lot of energy so if I got up in the middle of her reading and started spinning in circles she wouldn’t care she knew I couldn’t help myself so she let me.

For middle school, I had one great teacher that I really enjoyed. It was during my last year in middle school and I had Mr. Weisend. I met him at food lion one day sophomore year and I was so happy to see him. I’d just like to say thank you too him for always making class interesting and always giving us free time at the end of class. He also let me be a teacher assistant and that was fun because after cleaning I got to play games. He even impacted my life through social media by encouraging me.

I had always loved my first-grade teacher, Mrs.Bradley. She would have a station in daily five called writer’s workshop. Daily five was five stations at the beginning of the day to help us start the school day. One day my best friends at that time Zoe and Samantha had made a book series without me. I had gotten really jealous about that. Their book was about a person that could turn into a mermaid. I always remember that memory as funny now but I guess it was a big deal in first grade.

Let’s be honest, thinking of a teacher that was memorable for reasons that don’t include, giving F’s, giving homework, or giving detentions … is kinda tricky. But there was one teacher who impacted my life in ways I never thought were possible.

Sadly to say, I didn’t really have a teacher in middle school that made a big impact in my life but I matured on my own and got my stuff together and put my work first and girls second. When I graduated 8th grade I was so excited because I had accomplished something special but I knew that wasn’t the end but in fact a beginning to an even bigger obstacle, high school. I still remember on the day of graduation my mom went alone because my dad was working and after I told her that this wasn’t the last time she would see me walking down for a diploma because in couple more years I would be doing it again. That was a big deal because she never graduated high school neither did my dad because my mom had me and they had to care for me.

Ding! Dong! I grabbed my backpack and my violin head out the door. "Dang it! for minutes to put this away and got to homeroom," I thought. I scrambled down the stairs, skipping a couple steps and ran fast. Faster than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest. The bell seemed to yell at me like my mother would. The wind was so strong that it nearly took me off my feet. Running through the irony gate with its creaking sound, seeming to laugh at me. But, I did manage to get in. Three minutes left. I ran like a runaway train while seeing the cream colored walls of the school running with me. As I opened Mrs. Price's door, I bumped into an old friend. She started talking all of what happened so far in her first year, it felt like hours ticking

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

The night before my first day as a teacher I was scared. It was something totally different for me; it was something I had never done before. Yes, I have made some microteachings at the university, but that was not the same as been in an actual classroom with kids observing you and waiting for you to teach them something. In my head, there were questions such as What am I going to do? What should I tell to the kids? Is this how it is supposed to be done?