My Thoughts On My Experience

As an Autistic Behavior Therapist Trainee, I am constantly teaching Makena, the girl with Autism, life skills and hope that one day they will stick with her. Each day at work I interact with Makena and am able to see the progress she has made. One day in November, I arrived at work and started the therapy with Makena. To my surprise, she acknowledged me and said "Hi Ashley" without any prompting! Knowing that I was able to successfully teach Makena a new, seemingly insignificant, life skill, made me so proud of her. The feeling of successfully teaching is

During our fourth lesson on caring for goldfish, we were able to achieve the intended lesson objectives based on student responses, behaviors, anecdotal notes, journal entries, and teacher observations. I wrote and taught this lesson, while Ms. Meaghan was in charge of running one observation station. She also took anecdotal notes about student responses and quotes during the opening and closing of the lesson. This lesson was about caring for goldfish, and therefore, required the use of goldfish to conduct the lesson effectively. Since the classroom teaching informed me that the goldfish died, I bought six more and two aquariums for the purpose of this lesson. This lesson required a lot of materials and preparation, but as a result of the

--Today, while dissecting a dogfish shark, I was bombarded by memories of the dissections I performed during my junior year of high school. Mrs. Strieby’s Zoology classroom had been filled with the same cold, metal dissection pans and the same repulsive stench of formaldehyde-soaked fish. Because I had forgotten how the interior of the organism looked, I was filled with the same excitement and fascination when I saw its unusual internal organs. Various points throughout my life have a certain vibrancy in memory. I have noticed that these special periods coincide with learning new, captivating material; participating in events that disrupt my normal routine, or when I progress in my relationship with Jesus Christ. Second semester of junior year

First, I would like to thank each of you for all of the time and effort you put into the coop! The kids love the classes this year and we have grown larger than I ever imagined!! None of this would be possible without each of you!!

I’m sure we can all remember times when somebody went to extra pains to let us know we were appreciated. You know the type. Maybe a teacher went out of their to say “atta boy,” or “atta girl,” for a job well done. Well, the time has now come for us to they

I don’t know about you, but there is no food, flower, or gift that could genuinely express the gratitude I have for my children’s teachers. When I sat down to write this letter to my son’s teachers, I wanted them to know just how much they meant to me. As I poured my heart into this letter, I wondered what my teachers would think upon reading these words. When my son’s teacher responded, I was happy to see that the words I put to paper resonated with her, but more importantly, her response to me reiterated why I feel the way I do. See her response

My philosophy on this is so strong because this is exactly how it happened for me. I had a very influential teacher in my freshman year of high school that changed my outlook on everything. Freshman year was a rough year; trying to adjust to high school was proving difficult for me. I was trying to figure out who my true friends were, and it wasn’t easy. I felt alone and hopeless for much of the year. However, this specific teacher saw more in me than the feelings I had. She pulled me aside one day after class to compliment me on the potential she saw I had. One compliment by one person changed my entire life course. Because of the kindness and generosity my teacher showed me in that moment, I became a happier, kinder person. I strive every day to give that same feeling of gratitude and support that my teacher provided for me in a very tumultuous time in my life, to others who may need

The great President John F. Kennedy once said, “As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” (Goodreads, 1963). Gratitude is about giving recognition to another for the development and qualities that he or she has imparted on you. Adam Grant discusses the importance of showing gratitude, in particular, to the people that have made a large impact on one’s life. For example, he mentions in the video Always Wear Dark Suits, how teachers that fell that they are making an impact in someone’s life have less of a burnout rate as compared to those who do not (Grant, 2016). This illustration demonstrates that showing gratitude can

Teachers are one of the most influential people a student can have in their lives. My seventh/eighth grade teacher changed my life for the better. As I mentioned on the previous page, her name is Mrs. Mastrandrea. She is the most loving as well as understanding teacher I’ve had so far. My middle school marks wouldn’t of been as high if it wasn’t for her. Besides marks, she assisted me with my personal issues. Every time I would walk into class with a frown, she would cheer me up. Mrs. M would come check up on me, especially when I had all those conflicts in my life. I had no idea how I would even repay her back for all of this! I did whatever I could to help her out, for example I stayed back sometimes to help her clean the class. Also, I accompanied

My home has always been a place of physical, mental and spiritual healing for many people. My Grandmother is a retired nurse who loved people and was always administering treatment at home. Watching her helping to restore the health of people and bringing joy back to families every day made me see her as a superhero. Her passion and dedication for her job inspired me daily. She thought me how to combine knowledge, wisdom, and prayers to make an impact in the lives of people around me.

Hello , Im Jamie i'm 18 years old and I want to travel the world when I get out of college but that but that seems almost impossible for me .

When my brother was 7 years old he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. This was a scary time in my life, not just because my little brother had acquired an incurable disease but because he was on the verge of death when the doctors finally prescribed him. When my brother was first brought to the hospital I feared for the worst. I remember being yanked out of soccer practice and rushed to the hospital as my sister cried at the wheel of our car. The only thing we knew for sure was that my brother was so sickly and so close to death that if he had come in to the hospital a moment later all our lives might have taken a turn for the worst. When we were finally educated on the circumstances we would have to endure in the coming years, my family and I quickly rose to the occasion and set out to learn how to conquer the foreign invader. My mother and I spent countless hours in the emergency room, working with specialists and trying to master the caretaking of a diabetic. Because my dad was busy at work and my sister busy at college, my mom had a lot on her plate and I was more than willing to do whatever I could to help her out. This involved a lot of babysitting while my mother researched and more cooking than I had ever experienced in my life. Thankfully some good did come from this experience. My brother and I spent so much time together that year that we became inseparable, only able to spend short amounts of time away from each other. And to top it off, possibly the

A crisp, snowy night on the seventh of December, 2001. Slush crowded at the edge of roads. Cars trudged across the smothered streets. On this night, my mom gave birth to me. A quick learner, I walk and talk by the time I turn 10 months old. By the age of three, I ride bikes without training wheels. At only six years old, I attempted more advanced math while the rest of my class worked through addition and subtraction exercises. Throughout all of my early accomplishments and disappointments, I always took pride in the effort I applied to important events and even everyday assignments. This past year, I played two varsity sports, played for a club soccer team and the state soccer team, and maintained a 4.0 gpa through it all. Even when I was swamped with homework and practices, I still found time to push my mind and fitness an extra mile. I aspire to lead, not follow people. I always want to be the first person to soccer practice, the first person to finish a race, and the person who others go to with questions in class. The hashtag that epitomizes my life is #firstneverfollows.

Sitting in class for the first time, it was half of what I expected. I expected to sit by people I didn’t know, learn about old things in new lights, and writing a lot of papers. What I didn’t expect was me hating college. I am not as creative as some teaches would like, but that isn’t my personality, and I dint want it to be either. I fully expected college to try and morph me into a perfect little student that I knew I wasn’t. College so far to me hasn’t been fun and I will treat it like Wal-Mart. When I say that, I mean that I will get in and get out as fast as possible. If I pick up stuff along the way then alright, but if I don’t, then it won’t kill me.

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