My School Should Be A Butterfly

My class was very lively at first, but as the year progressed and the more lessons we had, the staler it became. It didn’t matter how many activities we did, we completed them for the sake of it without any enjoyment; eventually our behavior at school affected our behavior at home too and due to this none of my classmates were able to develop any kind of passion. We went there to learn, went home, did our assignments, and repeated that over and over and over again. All the habits that were imprinted onto us became harmful to the point in which half the class would shake in terror if they missed an assignment, the guilt of not doing it the night prior eating us away which in many cases caused nausea. During the five years we were in primary school, all students belonging to each classroom acted the same way as their classmates. We all had the same morals, and those who couldn’t handle it were removed by their parents or by the

Part 1: To be perfectly honest, I’ve never had a time where I have felt very isolated or very included in a school setting, well not a time that is particularly memorable. But, from talking to my friend, Caroline, she remembers her senior year of high school she was had a writing class and the majority kids in that class were the “cool/popular kids.” She recalls many instances where her teacher, Mrs. Upadhyay, would mock or make fun of the questions she would ask or the comments she would make in class. There was one instance where there were a group of popular boys in class and they were insanely chatty. Her teacher never asked them to stop talking but when Caroline turned to her partner to ask a question she was immediately called out. Another instance was when Mrs. Upadhyay was lecturing and a lightbulb went off in Caroline’s head. She thought she would say something that would really impress the class and help them understand the lecture. She raised her hand, when her teacher saw it instead of calling on her she chose to ignore her. Caroline thought it was okay though, she would wait until Mrs. Upadhyay was finished. Shortly there after, a popular boy raised his hand and she stopped her lecture to call on him. Caroline was completely appalled by this. She immediately cut off the

At the beginning of the year, I was uncomfortable. I felt like I would not be able to learn as much because of the different environment I was faced with. Little did I know it would be the complete opposite; I would end up learning more than I ever had before in a traditional English class. I was a little uneasy about the classroom setup, rolly chairs usually formed in a circle, and typically a student led class. As the year progressed, I realized that the mobility of the chairs and the opportunity to openly participate in class discussions led to me becoming more comfortable in the classroom and also led to me learning more about how to become a better reader, writer, and thinker. I accepted the challenge of learning in a unique environment.

When I was in the fourth grade, I moved from a small Lutheran school of 100 to a larger publicly funded elementary school, Lincoln Elementary. Wow. Lincoln was a big school, full of a thousand different attitudes about everything from eating lunch to how to treat a new kid. It was a tough time for me, my first year, and more than anything, I wanted to

At the beginning of my high school experience, I continued to feel self-conscious about myself and how the people around me viewed me. I felt that every time I sat or moved, I was taking up space that I didn’t deserve. In classes, I was met

I was a third grader when I was enrolled into school, although I was fascinated with the idea of being able to attend school my heart race against the hours every time I am there. Being an English learner, I felt alienated by my classmates every time it was recess or lunch. As I was sitting in a corner under the shade, I was listening to people laughed and giggled with each other made me wish that I was them. Unfortunately, I could barely memorize my alphabets and numbers. I was enrolled in the English learner program, I had no idea what I was doing in class besides looking at my classmates digging for the textbook that I recognize by looking at the cover.

Honestly, I never get anything in the class, I can’t ask a question to my classmate until the end of class time, the only word I know is “Good morning” I am scared to play with others, I am a dumb in the class but outside; I am not the one in the class, that was the first week in grade five when I shifted from “French-Kinyarwanda school” to an English speaking school.

One thing that was problematic for me was the anxiety and sheer nervousness I had of starting this observation. Like I said, when I meet new people I become almost hermetic, so having to go in to someone's classroom that I didn't

To think that this would change my motive about the situation, it did not. I didn’t care. What I cared about was having to wake up every morning at 7am and go to school. Thinking to myself, I could be sleep right now. The rooms were cold and the seats were uncomfortable. I watched pointless videos. I thought it would be a chill environment because no one wanted to be there. Teachers were very uptight and strict. The goal was basically to get out of there as soon as possible because you worked at your own

I was a third grader when I was enrolled into school, although I was fascinated with the idea of being able to attend school my heart race against the hours every time I am there. Being an English learner, I felt alienated by my classmates every time I am presence. As I was sitting in a corner under the shade, I was observing the girls having a fluent conversation with each other made me wish that I was them. Unfortunately, I could barely distinguish the differences between the alphabets and numbers as I hesitate to pronounce them. Deep down there were the antagonistic side of me that persist me to keep pursuing cause it will significantly define me amongst the other later on.

A shot of excitement washed over me like a wave washing onto sand, as I stepped into my fourth hour of the day for the first time. Stopping in the doorway, my eyes took in the small space that was in front of me; the long wooden desks with bright orange, metal chairs resting at their sides, to the small black bookshelf that was covering the back wall. In between was the long black table protruding from the left wall and dated couches with floral print in the back. As I finally stepped into the classroom, I saw the teacher. She was an older woman with short, boyish style gray hair, she had a plump frame and was a little bit taller than my 5’5 frame. On the bridge of her nose rested a small pair of circular glasses. “Hello class, I’m Ms. Naz,” her voice boomed. I scrambled to take my seat that was, thankfully, near the front. Scanning the classroom once more I hoped that I would find some of my friends. Seeing a girl who was in my second hour class, I made a mental note to try and talk to her later; beside her, I couldn’t find any of my newly made friends. I’m just going to love this class, a sarcastic voice in the back of my head exclaimed.

school that was very structured, rigid, and demanding to a place that was still academically challenging, but based more on community learning. This challenge came at the end of fifth grade year, towards the beginning of sixth grade year. The move was even harder to cope with because I was leaving all my friends who attended school with me for many years. Luckily, when I changed schools

I reintegrated into the high school in my hometown, Milton. The plan was to either attend Essex High School or South Burlington High School, but that did not worked out because of my residency in Milton. At first, the integration into MHS felt overwhelming. It was until the second semester of my

School nurses play an integral part of the school system. They oversee school health policies and programs. They provide a holistic approach with regards to the students health needs. They provide quality health care by using their clinical knowledge, skills, and judgment. They want to make sure the students are safe, ready to learn, and be successful in school. School nurses not only provide for care and safety of students and staff but also focus on the need for incorporating health solutions into the educational setting. They are responsible for the promotion of health education which they consider appropriate for the students health care need. Through my service learning experience, I was able to recognize the major roles of a school nurse, how my teaching impact the students, and what this experience taught me as a nursing student.

Although I receive much appraisal in the class for my quietness, this wasn’t always the case. Soon my, mom got calls home about my quietness and it came up in school conferences. I I remember the weirdness of the classroom's emptiness during conferences. The walls were usually a dull tan with dusty floor. I should know cause every day of school was a sneezing fest for me. The rooms were also silent with empties child graffiti desks and tables, it felt like a prison. Don't get me wrong schools has always felt like prison, conferences confirm these feelings. As usual, my teachers sat at their desks to say “She so quiet and it’s hard to teach her” and “ I’m worried about her participation.” My mother replied always reply with “she isn’t shy” and “you should see her at home.” I always felt guilty when these things came up. There was alway this huge lump in my throat and I instantly felt my body become flustered with heat.