My First Day Of Math

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It was the very first day of first grade. I starred at the dork across the room. He had glasses, a goofy bowl haircut, and a sweater vest. I recall thinking to myself I would never be friends with him, just look at him, he 's such a geek. Half of the school year had gone by and I made sure I never talked to him, not even one time. I had kept this record going for a while until one day I decided to take my dog for a walk. Walking him through the neighborhood, I noticed a couple of kids playing inside of a parked boat outside a house. To my surprise it was him and his little brother.

Freshman year of highschool was my first ever Algebra class. Growing up math had never been my strong point, I’ve always been English-minded. However, in my first year of what they call real math, the rest of my algebraic career was decided for me. Going into high school as a freshman you never know what to expect, what teachers are the rights ones, or what classes you should finish as soon as possible. That year I was placed unwittingly in a class run by a teacher named Kovic. Kovic, at this time, was two years away from retiring and had had tenure for years. The tenure position had totally dried him out and sucked him dry of all motivation to teach well in his classroom. He was lazy, sloppy, and completely incompetent and that is why I believe that tenure is the worst thing to ever happen to the public education community.

A bright but cold morning January in 2014, I woke up early, I jumped and smiled because it was my first day of school. First I went to take a shower; I thought, “What I would do in school today, who will be my teachers". Then I walked to the bus stop people looked at me like I'm not from this planet. I sat on a tree trunk waiting for the bus. The bus arrived after 15 minutes, I aboard the bus. The driver was a woman she was wearing a black shirt and brown pants. She told me “ Do you have the paper that shows that you have permission to go to school in a school bus” I stared at her and said “ No English”. A very good girl who was blonde hair translated into Spanish what the woman was telling me, "thank you" I said to her. Finally, I gave

I believe everyone is capable of learning math. Everyone has struggled with something in life, and I always had a struggle with mathematics.

Fahima woke up before her alarm went off. Today was a big day. It was her first day as a second grader at her new school, East Pennsboro Elementary. She got out of bed, brushed her teeth, got dressed, and put on her headscarf.

Anyone of us who has ever attended at school, we will surely never forget the first day at school. For me, I still remembered my first day at school because that is a memorable day in my life. Also, that was a special day because it was the first day that I discover a new environment around me. There are many things I had never known in this new environment, so I felt very nervous because I did not know anything. Furthermore, in my heart, I feel eager to explore the surroundings and excited to get familiar with new friends. In addition, I can learn a lot of new things at school which helped me expand my knowledge.

I held my breath as I scanned the syllabus on the first day of class. Then I heard my professor say “And in week thirteen you will present your research findings in your discussion sections”. Hearing this sent me into an automatic panic. Having to speak in class felt impossible to me. My flight or fight response was activated any time I anticipated the threat of speaking in class. I was sure to drop the class at any indication that I would have to talk, either by being called on or having to give a presentation. Sometimes I convinced myself things would be different and I would be able to handle it. It never worked, the results were the same; I didn’t go to class. All of my grades were based on papers and exams. So I would submit my papers and take the tests but not go to class. My half assed approach to participating in college was to take classes as if they were an independent study. I felt immediate relief when I choose avoidance until the guilt set in from getting poor grades, wasting money and lying to everyone. The vicious cycle only fueled my anxiety, my avoidance and my academic problems.

When I went in to pick my classes for my first semester at college I was super excited. Then they told me there was a mandatory class that all incoming first time in college students had to take. I rolled my eyes and sighed as they described the class to me. I would have to participate in school events, and had to go to the support center, and do things that I thought were going to be the big waste of my time. On the first day of class, we learned about the different topics that we were going to cover, and also about the assignments that we had to do throughout the semester. Even though I wasn’t too thrilled about the G.P.S assignment, I was even more scared about the final essay. I thought I wasn’t going to learn anything, and that I was going to have to struggle to write this final essay. Now that we are wrapping up the semester I can honestly say that my college education has benefited from taking this class. I have learned so much more than I thought I was going to learn. The things that I took the most out of were the financial literacy, time management, and lastly the professor.

Hearing so many good things and bad things about college I didn’t know what to expect and look forward to. That change my junior year knowing different college come every year I didn’t really pay it any mind what college I wanted to go to until ODU, Virginia State University and Virginia Teach came. It was Virginia State first year of visiting out school and I knew I wanted to go there I start getting e excited for college that were talking about their experience at college and what to look for when we graduated if we decided to go to college. Eager to start a new chapter college sound like it could be a little nerve wrecking but I thought I could handle it.

It’s the first day of school for me and my first class of 1st graders. In walks a little girl, she is wearing a beautiful blue head scarf. Her name is Berra. While talking to her parents before her first day of school, I know she is from Istanbul, Turkey. She moved to the United States when her father received a job as an architect. It was important for me to know this will be her first year in school. Children in Turkey begin to receive a free education when they 6 years old. This differs from the U.S. because children can begin school at age 5. The Turkish tradition and culture is one with great influence from the surrounding countries. It is located in Western Asia between Europe. Istanbul is located between the Black Sea and the Sea of Marmara. Istanbul is the largest city in Turkey with a square footage of 2,063 miles. The city holds the country’s economic, cultural and historical heart. Not every woman or girl wears a head scarf but it is up to them and their religion whether they choose to wear it or not. It is important for me to know the most I can about my students culture and her way of life so I can help set straight any common misconception my young students may have. I also want to give every one of my students the best education possible. I can only teach my children if I know who they are. I need to know what is important to each of my students and what interests them. This means doing my research on where my student is from and discovering

I walked through the door on the first day of school, everybody turned and looked at me

Have you ever met a person that you thought was the worst person in the world, but it turns out to be a blessing in disguise. Well, that is the feeling I got the first day of the 10th grade, when I first met my new homeroom teacher. It was the first day of school, and I was super amped. I was at the High school where I wanted to graduate from. The first day started off as normal as it could be. Everyone was standing around making sure they were being seen in their new fashions. I was more excited than they were, because I was finally able to transfer to the school where all my friends from the old neighborhood attended. This was going to be the best year ever, so I thought. The 8:00 a.m. bell rang for everyone to report to their first class, and as I walked to the door there was a lady standing there smiling and telling everyone entering the door, “Good Morning”. I knew at this point there was about to be a problem. Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not a morning person.

Do you remember your first day of school? I think we all had mized emotions that first day. For some of us we were scared, not really knowing what it was going to be like. For others, it was exciting, they wanted to start this new chapter in their lives. So how are you feeling now? For some of you, you may be feeling happy. Others here probably feel relieved. Still, others here may feel sad that this chapter of their life has come to a close. Well, no matter how you felt the first day and no matter how you felt the last day, you have been through a lot these last few years. You have made it through troubling math problems, long essays, and piles of homework. Yet, you all made it here. You never gave up, you never wanted to take the easy way out. For some of us, it could've been just as easy to go get another form of a high school degree or even quit school all together. You didn't do that! You were strong, you made it through it all. Still, it wasn't always hard. We have experienced good times these last few years as well. No doubt you have made good friends, aced hard exams, and hopefully now have a new perspective on life. Truly, there is not much different from school life, and life in general. In life there will be times to knock us down. We enjoy the good times but we also prepare for the bad times. How can we take what we learned from school to help us in life? We made it to the end of school and what a happy day this is! So how do we make it to the end of life with that same smile on our face? How will we make it through the hard times we are sure to face? We are going to answer these questions through this speech.

Ring, ring, ring, the school bell goes off. “My first day of school and I’m already late I tell myself.” As I run up to the school doors I can see all of the teachers closing their doors ready to start the day. Luckily my class is still open and I run inside throw my things in my locker and make it to my classroom just as my teachers closes her doors. It was just like any normal year but that’s about to change.