My Personal Experience In Public 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 recall the beginning of my freshman year when I was thrown into the chaotic and hectic mess that is high school. Not only was I given a much harder course load than ever before, but I also started the year off with volleyball. This made my life so incredibly difficult. As if getting home from a game at 10 o’clock was not enough, I typically still had about an hour of homework to complete due to my honors classes. That season felt longer than a giraffes neck . From the long nights of homework, to the complete mental breakdowns, Freshman year was one of the worst experiences of my life.

It was fall of my final year of Junior High and I was excited to go into high school. In Arellanes Jr High School I was a very popular person but, my circle was very small. I was a short brunette that dressed like a tomboy. I was a honor band student and also a cheerleader, it was a weird combination for me. I had a boyfriend in the beginning of the year and his name was Isaac and he was the person that really motivated me to do better in school. Isaac was a tall, slim mexican boy that loved to draw. Once school finally started I would get up at seven in the morning to get ready for school. Then leave around 8:10 in order to not miss the bus to school. At my bus stop it was just a couple of kids because where I lived they called it the “rich new houses”. In the city of Santa Maria it was very small and low populated city where everyone knew each other and not many of the houses were really in the best condition. In my bus stop the kids there were the people that I would usually spent time with. Julie, Mia, and Alex were the people that I mainly talked to but then I started to notice that there was 2 new boys that were at the bus stop. I decided to step up and introduce myself. Once I introduced myself they told me that their names were Juan and Jalen. Juan and Jalen were best friends and I noticed that they were both not going in the right path. Later on throughout the year I started to become closer and closer. One day after school when Cheer practice was cancelled I was

I am from a middle-class family from Nepal. I never had an opportunity to go to private school because my parents couldn’t afford tuition fees of a private school. However, my parents’ weak financial condition didn’t stop me from getting an education from a public school. There were few public schools funded by the government and they were not as good as private schools. I went to The Rising Village School, which was better than other public schools. Most of the public-school lacked good buildings, quality teachers, quality teaching materials, diverse courses, and they are overcrowded.

My experience in high school had been rather amusing. I had a lot of friends and really considered myself one of the ‘cool kids’. I had tried so hard to fit in. The most difficult part of high school was not the rigorous AP classes or the immense amount of homework- it was ignoring others’ perception of you. I did not realize this until the middle of my junior year. My grades and relationship with my own family reflected upon my commitment to being the most popular kid in school.

Convinced that I would be seized from my family if anyone knew of my home life, I began to distrust figures of authority, especially those within the educational institutions I attended. In addition, it was nearly impossible to focus on school work while wondering if I would have a bed to lie on at night and equally as unachievable was arriving to school on time (and consistently) when each morning I would be coming from a different location. I saw myself as an outcast. I began nearly every year as the "new kid", forced to adjust to a foreign curriculum and then be reassigned in a matter of months. Friends became an inconvenience and I became more reliant on

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.

I grew up in a diverse spectrum of economic affluence. Attending public school exposed me to a wide range of economic lifestyles within my community. However, it wasn’t until I was older that I began to notice this. Due to my public school education, the friends that I had growing up came from various backgrounds. My experience growing up with, learning with, and forming friendships with people who have come from low-income families and communities has given me the skills to effectively teach low-income communities. In high school, I was part of several organizations that revolved around community service. Volunteering for organizations that benefit low-income communities and individuals has exposed me to the horrific conditions of poverty

I have not faced great adversity, but I have had a personal challenge that has shaped my behavior and thoughts. I came from a secure and caring family of seven. I bear a striking physical resemblance to and the same last as name as my half-brother. He is fifteen years older and an apparently unforgettable character. He is bright and crafty, also psychologically, socially and behaviorally challenged. Problems medication could not help with. I attended school in the very same small, rural school district with the same teachers and administrators as my brother for the first nine years. Whether my teachers believed that they were protecting me or others, I spent nine years under intense scrutiny. I worked too quickly or too slowly, I laughed too loud or was sullen. Teachers went through my desk and locker and any trash that I threw away. If a group of boys were heard using a ‘naughty word,’ my mother was the one called. My grades were good, attendance excellent, I wasn’t sent to the principal’s office but my teachers called my mother to ‘check in.’ Walking a fine line made me angry and wish I was invisible. In middle school, I settled for reserved and quiet, disengaged. I grew tall and

When I arrived to America though, my expectations were altered. I thought in America it would be even more diverse and easier to get along with other races because they are from all around the world. I got along well with everyone in elementary school when I was little so I assumed it would be similar in high school. But it wasn’t exactly true. When I first began attending the public school I got along with people but I realized that I was in a group full of Asians. All my friends were Asian and I didn’t hang out with anyone from a different race. This was very uncanny—I didn’t even mean to but it ended up that way naturally.

“Learning sucks, school sucks and I suck”. The prior statement can describe my mindset l during my formative years of education and my beginning view of college. This negative tone was because I had struggled in school and always received low marks in classes pertaining to English and writing. I believed that I was stupid and uneducated because teachers would point out my flaws, but never show me how to improve in my areas of weakness. I was fortunate to have friends, family and mentors who helped lift my spirits and motivate me to become the learner I am today. Below I will discuss how my struggles in the public school system and how they impacted me. I will then discuss how they diagnosis of ADHD played a crucial role in my development inside classroom. I will discuss how family played a role in my understanding of what it means to be a learner and how their push for me to read continues to help me today. I will conclude with how I see myself as a learner today and how my past, present and future all play a crucial part in my continued growth and development.

This caused me to look outside the family for acceptance, bringing me both happiness and misery. As a child, school became the place where I felt I was able to achieve and I would strive to do my best for the inner satisfaction it provided, and for the attention I was able to receive from my teachers. Knowing that my mother would not care whether my grades were good or not, I never felt I was reaching my academic goals for her sake, but for an unattainable goal that would make me feel accomplished. This result never came, and my early adulthood was spent consuming drugs and living a solitary existence.

Each year of school you meet new people and experience new lessons. The school year comes with many hardships and downfalls, but it also comes with some good times. For me personally, freshman year was the not only the toughest year of school to get good grades, it also had some of my most traumatizing life experiences and lessons. Freshman year was not all bad though. For example, I met many new people that I cherish dearly in life and made solid relationships with new friends, teachers, and coaches. Ninth grade is the foundation for the rest of your high school career, so I tried my best to succeed not only inside the classroom, but also outside of the classroom, and I think I achieved my goal.

I believe that everybody should be confident and stand up for themselves. I believe in this very much and I always will. I believe in my statement because of an experience I had last year, in eighth grade. I had gone to a private school with less than three hundred kids from grades k-8 from second grade to the end of seventh. It was a small school and it was very clicky. Everyone knew each other and whenever a student would leave, everyone would literally get mad at them, even the teachers. I think I’ve gotten my point across that the private school was not preparing me for real life. I made an independent decision to leave that school that had held the people who I considered family. I decided to go to public school for the first time since second grade, and I didn’t realize how nervous I was until I found myself standing alone in a corner on the first day of eighth grade at a place that I had never imagined myself attending. I didn’t really know how to socialize with new people because I had been so used to the same people for six and a half years. People thought I was awkward or shady. Everyday I hoped someone would come up to me and befriend me, but this didn’t happen until the second week of school. I was sitting at a sticky lunch table by a few acquaintances when a girl tapped my shoulder and asked me to follow her. In my head, I was confused because she was considered a “popular” girl. As I followed her out of the cafeteria, she said “You’re about to get yelled at.

This year, at the age of eighteen, I lost one of my good friends I have had for eight years. It was without a doubt, the most traumatic experience of my life. Braydon was a handsome, happy individual who brought light to the room. He lived three houses down from me in the small town of Ucon, Idaho, and throughout the years we attended church activities and school together. Through my personal trials, I have learned to listen to the promptings of the spirit, turn to my Savior Jesus Christ in faith, and obtained a greater testimony of the Savior’s ultimate sacrifice.