My Personal Experience : My 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.

Today I had attended my first class of the Summer 2017 semester. I enrolled into the course EDUC 252 for multiple reasons. One reason for taking this course was that it is a requirement for the Bachelor of General Studies (BGS), an undergraduate degree program at Simon Fraser University (SFU), and this course fit perfectly into my busy schedule this current semester. Another reason for my enrolment into the course EDUC 252 was my pursuit of becoming a teacher. I believe this course will help me as a prospective educator with providing me with various opportunities to develop myself as a reflective practitioner. I have been interested in becoming a teacher for as long as I can remember. Unlike many other children who often had a list of aspirations when growing up, I was adamant on the fact that I wanted to become a teacher and would always announce “when I grow up, I want to be a teacher.” I believe this is a result of the positive impact that my former teachers had on my educational experiences. These teachers played a significant role in my life, helping me to build and accomplish my educational goals. Some of these teachers, I still keep in contact with. For example, over the last few months, I have been shadowing and volunteering in my former Kindergarten and Grade 6 and 7 teachers’ current classrooms.

Six years old, with my hair carefully braided into two bunches on both sides of my head, looking around at a school I’ve never been to before. It was my first day of school and I had no idea where my classroom was or who my teacher would be. Eventually I ended up where I was supposed to be and the first thing I noticed was a funky peanut shaped table located by a huge window towards the back of the classroom. My teacher's name was Mrs. Jones, a very tall woman with a love for flamingos. Her classroom was full of brightly colored posters with educational information displayed and several flamingoes hidden in plain sight. There were about twenty other children in the classroom, but I was too scared to go up to anyone. I stayed in the corner closest to the door, unable to make the first move, waiting for someone to notice me. Everything started out easy and one by one each student was taken to the peanut table. When it was my turn, I realized that we were being tested. Mrs. Jones kept on saying that my score didn’t matter and all she wanted was for me to do my best. The test contained several reading passages and after I was done I was asked to answer multiple choice questions about what I read. I answered the question the best I could and once I was done it was the next person's turn. At that time, I didn’t realize why we were being tested or what was the point of it. How was I supposed to know that this test would be used to separate our class into different groups of reading

To say I enjoyed our field trip to Epic Elementary would be an understatement. I learned so much in those two hours, and I have found myself thinking about Epic a lot over the last week. Anytime I attend professional development, I 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.

It 2 years ago, my Dad handed me the phone. It was Mrs. Brownlee on the line, who my Dad had gone to Cate with, asking me about my day. After a nice 2 minutes of talking she told me wonderful news, I had gotten into Cate. It had been a lifelong goal of mine. I started to ponder about how much fun it would be. The next morning I started to tell my friends and realized that Parker Bowlin had also gotten in. This made me very excited, I would not be going alone.

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 zero motivation. After changing majors a couple times I dropped out my Senior year. I went back to college as an adult in 2014, again a Mizzou, and did wonderfully.

Personal experience is something that happen to you. It can be good or bad , or can help you in your future. My personal experience is when I found out I wasn’t graduating with my class. That day showed me that I shouldn’t have been playing around I had ever thing but my English 4 credit and passing the FCAT test. After trying so many times I just give up. I felt like I didn’t belong here and school wasn’t meant for me. I hate the fact I didn’t get to graduate with my class. I wasn’t really upset just disappointed that I didn’t take school serious.

When others see me, they assume that i don't want to talk them because i'm shy but i just don't want to embarrass myself but when you get to know me more i am very energetic and happy person.

When I was in junior high, I found my group of friends. I thought we would all stay close forever, but things changed throughout our years in high school. I went from feeling like I had a family to feeling like I been left behind and forgotten.

I walked into the school. My parents were right behind me, and I tried to keep my breathing at a normal pace. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. I can do this. I told myself. It was the day of the audition — my audition — for the Regional Arts Program, more specifically the visual arts section. I didn’t think I’d even make it to the front door of the school, and yet here I was.

Difficult this word best describes my experience throughout high school especially my senior year.What made this year so stressful you’re wondering, well let me tell you.This was the last year of school which was exciting but terrifying all at the same time; this meant I would learn how to live in the “real world” but there were two problems.One being I wasn’t prepared for the world outside those doors. my second problem my past failures were catching up with me and I had to fix them if I wanted to continue with my future.

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.

College never really intimidated me. I always got decent enough grades, had friends, and participated in sports during my High School years. Nothing really worthy of a scholarship by any means, and my family was unfortunately not in the financial situation to send me to an out of state school. They always did everything they could for me, So my first choice (in state) was University of Denver. However, as my family lived pretty far in Boulder to be exact, I moved into the dorms on campus. That's one of the worst decisions i’ve ever come to.

Everyone was looking at me. I felt like everyone was judging me because of how I was dressed, because of how I looked, because of how I spoke. I was in my first ever day of school in Kindergarten. A world where everything is new to everyone there. A world where it was especially new to me. Even though I was born and raised as the first child in my family in Kansas, I grew up learning Spanish and very little English words. That is until, I started interacting with more English speakers, such as my teachers and peers. Other students that I encountered with my first years were just adapting to school however for those other students, like me, struggled a little more from learning everything in a whole new culture such as the English Language.

Outdoor E.D was a time to make memories, to experience something that was different then just going to school everyday. Going to Outdoor Science School was a fun experience I’ll never forget. Hanging with my friends, learning about nature, and being on my own were all pieces of the experience I want to remember. I not only learned about the forest, but I got experience something I never had before.