My Reflection Of Education : My Career As A Teacher

As a future teacher I was very intrigued that I was able to go into the classroom and do hands on activities with the students. I was able to do my field placement hours at an elementary school that provided numerous opportunities for me to work with kids and gave me a chance to broaden my horizon with some new ideas for teaching. Overall I was able to focus on motivational skills, diversity, testing, I got the chance to work with children with learning disabilities, I was able to see the way the teacher interacted with her students, and much more. Although it seemed like 20 hours was a lot, I enjoyed being able to be in a classroom and prepare myself as a future teacher.

When I was younger, I had a fear on competing in front of judges and my parents. My stomach would get butterflies and I would start to second guess myself. In 2012, I somehow made it all the way to regionals for gymnastics. Fast forward to the meet. I had one more event left and was having the best meet of my life. Right before I jumped onto the beam, I took a deep breath and told myself that I can do this. The routine went incredible and my coaches picked me up and spun me around. My parents were crying and I was so confused why. My name then got announced for placing fifth in the region and advancing to nationals representing the United States. From that day forward, I always remember to tell myself that I can anything I set my mind to. It has helped me become a better student and person. Throughout my personal journey in education, I have learned that being involved with something you love to do helps gain confidence in yourself, find your true passion in life and help develop good habits.

To be completely honest, I hated piano lessons for about four years. My mom enrolled me in a small piano school on the north side of town when I was about four years old. Every day I strengthened my fingers by squeezing a pink rubber ball, and my fingers were kept curved by the small pink pom-pom rabbit resting underneath them. I loved that furry little rabbit with all of my childish heart; I think that’s what kept me engaged during my elementary years.

My capstone is about education and training. My assignment in front of you is what I want to become. I love working with young children. They always put a smile on my face and watching them grow is amazing. Freshman year I took Mrs. Lynn Davis’s Early Childhood class. Taking her class opened my eyes, when deciding what career I want. The first three years of this pathway involved learning basic educational needs of children of ages from birth to age ten. Now, as a senior at Calhoun High School, I'm still taking Mrs.Davis’s class. Examining Teacher Profession or ETP, teaches us how we should start off our teaching profession. I put into training my teaching skills by volunteering at the Boys and Girls Club in Adairsville every summer. Volunteering at the boys and girls

Then Mr.Dangerfield decided to do a performance of The Princess and the Frog. So the afterschool program prepared to do the play. We would be doing the background music. Several weeks later, he decided to give an early preview of some of the music to the whole school. He let the students in higher grades perform. Then I saw an empty piano. I thought, Well, I’ll be in the real show (which turns out later I wouldn’t be in). Why can’t I be in this One? and walked on up to the piano and started playing along. When I did that, everyone was surprised. After we were done, I got a standing ovation. Everyone was happy. Then I went back to regular classes, and I knew that I could play piano. But that was a long while ago. So through all this time, I practiced whenever I could and could remember to. I became excellent at playing by ear. But then, my music died for a little while. Later on, middle school fifth and sixth grade rolled around. We had music class again. Then my brain remembered all the songs, the notes, and the music came back. Sixth Grade rolled on in, and hit me hard with more work, more responsibilities. Yet through this, my musical life survived, thriving on those moments when I could be alone and just play anything on the keyboard. First half of the year, we had Japanese. I hated that class, and couldn’t wait for when we switched to music. Then the halfway point of the year, and I started music. In fifth grade, we used recorders. But now, we used pianos. My main instrument. My music grew even more as we learned more and more on the piano, did more music. Then, as the end of the year started coming in, Ms.Barsamian, the music and drama teacher, decided we would do a little piano recital. She gave us tons of songs to choose from. But there were none that resonated with me, that I enjoyed playing, that I could connect to. And then I remembered. A song I had

My life has always been tied to the piano in some shape or form. I can remember the first notes I ever produced. They came from a large Cable upright piano that had sat unused and out of tune for decades. From my early childhood and on my relationship with the piano consisted of nothing more than fleeting encounters. Some days I would sit down and simply play notes I thought sounded nice, but mostly the piano acted as a decoration in my home. It wasn 't until moving to Oklahoma to be with my mother 's family that anything serious developed concerning the piano. I had always been far away from my family, so when I met up with my grandmother we took the time to catch up. She mentioned that my mother used to play the piano quite well. Up until that point I had never given the piano much thought, but I began to think about my mother and all the old piano books she had accumulated from her adolescence. That set in motion my desire to learn how to play and an eventual reappraisal of the way I looked at music and the world around me.

At four years old, my mom made me take piano lessons. Given my stubborn nature as a child, I would only practice when absolutely forced by my mother. Hovering over me, she'd scream "You'll thank me later!" as I miserably sobbed while playing the G major arpeggio for the fiftieth time that night. Of course, my mom ended up being right. In ninth grade, I moved to Hilton Head Island, South Carolina to play tennis at a boarding academy and was forced to live on my own. Alone in this new environment, I turned to the one thing I had known my whole life: piano.

But when I was about five, I was really interested as to what that big shaped box looking thing was. I remember this so clearly because I looked up at my grandmother and said, “Nana, what is this big square thing here do”, and she looked at me with a big smile and said, “That’s called a piano!” I will never forget the smile on her face when she opened the key cover off of the piano and watched me bang away. She laughed and laughed and when I was done she looked at me and said “you are truly something special and boy o boy dose your nana love you.” From that moment I have looked forward to playing the piano every day and in which I do. I look forward to seeing that smile on her face because nothing makes me happier. I have taken piano lessons for 11 years now but is this part of my story it doesn’t matter how I got to where I am with the piano, what matters is what it does for me and how it makes me feel. As a person of love and compassion, I have always felt like it was my duty to raise people when they are down, to brighten my surrounding area with words of confidence and a blinding smile. I have always felt like it was my responsibility to help people feel better and be that shoulder to lean on. But through all of that I have never felt like I have had that. Through every back stabbing moment to every falling tear, I have always had to find a way to pick myself up on my own. And the piano has helped me

Even as a toddler, I would always look up to the students of the school, yearning to learn what had my home had been developing for so many years. Of all instruments, I singled out the piano, which my mother had been teaching and studying for her entire life. I wanted to begin lessons so badly that, as my family now recalls, I would interrupt students’ lessons just to plead to my mother. At first, she was reluctant to give in to my demands, but soon, I became the youngest student in the school at the age of

I was raised into music. As long as I can remember, my father has been playing his guitar and singing songs ranging from lullaby’s to today’s top hits. Whenever the television was not on, my father had his guitar in his arms while he walked around the house, serenading anyone who would listen. It is from him that I get my musical ability, my keen ears that can always pick out a tune, and my deep rooted love for music. My father is the driving force that led me to the piano.

When I was six I had my first piano lesson. I was extremely shy and the only words that came out of my mouth were “hello” and “goodbye”. I was stubborn and I refused to play the warmups. My teacher was driven to insanity, which was probably not good for her health because she was elderly. I think she might have just given up on me because she stopped teaching me and began to complain about her life. When my mother realized that I still had no idea how to play piano she cancelled all future lessons and demanded a refund.

I sat down on the regal piano bench, and began to play. I played every piece I knew and even some I didn’t. Music swelled from the beautiful grand piano, and I nearly couldn’t bear to leave when my dad called me to the car. That was on a Wednesday, when I had come to church early with my dad. Every time I get to my church early, I take advantage of the quiet and solitude to perform my favorite piano pieces. Usually, nobody hears me, and I go on in peace. But on that particular Wednesday, something different

grow more complex. Through music, I welcome opportunities to expand my friendships as well as my instrumental horizons. I began studying piano at age six. For the next five years, my mother lived vicariously through my musical education, which her family had not been able to afford. In fifth grade, as I was becoming an earnest piano student, I was selected to commence violin lessons and play in my elementary school

I never knew it was so easy to learn piano online until I got to a great Website that set me in the right direction. I had always had an ear for Music but I never got around training myself to play any instrument. My passion for the Piano began when I was 6 years old. My Mom was a Music Teacher who played virtually all the Musical instruments. She put my siblings through the rudiments but felt I was too young to begin my lessons. The combination of College, life events and other issues made me to shelve my Piano interests. I had to focus on the things that were important to me at the time.

Teaching is not just a job that I perform because I expect a reward at the end of each month; it is my passion and I feel extremely satisfied with every successful lesson. I like to help the society, and teaching gives me a great opportunity to do so. I am passionate about educating my students, so I work with them and motivate them to lead them to find inspiration in learning. I use different strategies to engage them and share with them the knowledge.