My Thoughts On The Teacher 's Voice

School was the same as yesterday, full of zoning out. When I got home from school I ran into my room and threw myself onto my bed. I laid there for a good ten minutes or so. I was scared to death, but at the same time I was so excited. I knew I would make it, but I was still terrified though. The fact that I was in the first group to go made me a lot more nervous. In a way it’s a good thing so I wouldn’t have to think about it and get more nervous than I already was. Once I had got ready I laid right back on my bed. I’m not sure why I was so tired, but I clearly was. If my mom wouldn’t have called me I would’ve been dead

As an observer who often sees students getting in trouble for what they have done, I never would have thought that one day, the student would be me. I am unable to recall exactly what day of the year it was, but I remember what happened clearly. That day, everything seemed to go so well; I had a great day with my friends and the school day was coming to an end. Suddenly that evening, at 2:12 PM, my day began to get worse, as if I got jinxed. During passing period before my last class, I decided to go use the restroom and unsurprisingly, the girls restroom was packed. By the time I got to class, I remember clearly that I had arrived a second or two after the last bell had rung. That day, my teacher happened to be standing by the door during passing period and when I got to class she said, “I want you to write me a page on why you

For some reason, I start the conversation every day, even though I know how it will end, maybe it’s because he is easy on the eyes. Unfortunately almost as often as my conversation, I am disgraced at for making small talk. I like all people do not like being impressed, and having happen in front of you know who, only makes it worse. As the teacher remarks on my “unfortunate” behavior, I can't help but notice my head lowers. Upon the completion of her speech I fight back tears. I sit, sloughing, ankles crossed, with my hands in my lap for what feels like hours, really only five minutes. Then, just as I begin the work, I hear “Fifteen more minutes!” I think to myself how did a hour long class come to only fifteen minutes, time fly when you're having fun, and this is not my kinda fun, then I think to myself I have no time for math problems I have thirteen more minutes. I rush to complete the assignment, unable to move on after I make a mistake, did I mention I also have OCD. To my amaze I complete the worksheet. As I leave the class I promise myself next class would be different. I told you how I have that conversation everyday, so we know how that works

I was walking down the hall of Leaning middle school as a teacher came up to me. It was my science teacher Mr. Clark. He had some very important news. I had to do a science experiment that could cause death if it went wrong. The reason I had to do this was because I failed a science test.

Heart racing, knees shaking, arms trembling; it was the first day of my sophomore year and I was about to enter my AP World History, class. My palms were sweaty; I didn’t know what to expect, but afterward, the teacher gave a brief overview of the course. He mentioned how it was rigorous and demanding course, and it would prepare us for college-level courses, such as developing our speaking skills and helping us receive college credits. We focused on teaching the class about the content, which was good opportunity to defeat my fear. At this point, I had to get over my fear of presenting in front of others, but the thought of it tortured me. All I could think of was my 10-year-old self speechlessly standing in front of many students with so

Recently, I read an article by Jen Orr called “Raising Our Teacher Voices: A Call for A New Generation of Leadership”. Ms. Orr is a teacher in nearby Fairfax County who was chosen as a 2013 ASCD Emerging Leader. Consequently, she was asked to serve as a panelist at ASCD’s 2014 Whole Child Symposium.

I had arrived at my destination- a lot sooner than I wanted to. I hurried in the classroom to get the best seat, which was always in the back row by a window. The professor walked in with an energy that I had never encountered before. She carried herself with an air of confidence. She spoke with certainty. She introduced herself and dove right into the first lesson before the first five minutes of class were even over. She informed us that today we would be introducing ourselves to the entire class. I could feel myself becoming nauseous. My hands started shaking and my mind started sorting through a million cliché facts about myself. I could not seem to think of my favorite color at the moment. I am an average, boring, normal eighteen-year-old girl who has a crippling fear of public speaking. That is as far as I got before I heard the professor call my

Afterwards I calmly lead her through the torrential rain to attempt to find my mom who somewhere in the wild mess of people. I grab Ashley’s arm so that she does not get lost in the crowd and I am able to locate my mom. At this point Ashley is near tears, so my mom and I lead her under a set of bleachers to wait out the rain. I realized at that point, I had never felt so calm before, because usually I am the one who is terrified at little things and cowers behind others. Yet at this moment I realized I couldn’t be that person, for the sake of my best friend. After about twenty minutes the rain slightly let up and after finding my dad and brother we all quickly walked to our car, exhausted from the night we silently drove

It was a very hot sunny morning, as I walked in the crowded, small hallway of Conquering Word Christian Academy, I had a very mean facial expression my face. I slowly walked in the class and took my seat in the small, dirty brown desk. As class was about to begin, I saw people looking at me with very intense eyes, in which I then turned around and asked everyone what they were looking at with an angry tone of voice. My

When I came into class on Tuesday I was surprised to see that I was one of the last people to get there, because I left 15 minutes early. When I sat down I noticed a girl wearing a purple shirt; only because that's my favorite color, and later on in I found out that her name was Megan and she is left handed like my sister. As class moved on Dr. Brown realized she left some papers in her car, but she found a copy in her bag and she was so happy that she didn't have to go all the way to her car, so she gave us a 10 minute break while she made copies. Then after that was done Dr. Brown made the class play bingo with using are classmates names as the bingo pieces. The first person that put their name

It was just another regular Tuesday morning; the sun was out shinning bright, wind howling, birds singing it was just simply a beautiful day. I was excited to find out my graduation was less than 6 months away. I’d always drive to school as soon as I had my car and was able to start driving. Just like another regular day at Haines City High School I went to all my classes which were just four daily. Thought out the day I was in a bad mood, not because something happened but for the reason that I was not able to sleep all through the night. I woke up moody and not in the mood for school I was driving sleepy which I should not have been doing in the first place. As soon as the bell rang for lunch which also meant if you had a car you could leaving during lunch, I left still sleepy; as I’m driving down the street there is construction so I stopped as the stop sign. When I look I started to drive off when all the sudden I hear a beeping and I look and it was too late. The women hit me head on, I was so mad at angry, nervous that I did not

I was taking english for one of my subjects, our class was around twenty students, we sat on a table of four facing the chalk board with windows at the back that had a great view of tall trees, and the walls were covered of colorful grammar posters. One day during class, we were asked to read a short story of our choosing. When the teacher called my name, I stood up from my sit and walked infront of the class, I felt nervous for this was my first time reading infront of people in a language that I am not yet comfortable with, I took a glance at the tall trees to feel some ease then I opened my book and started. While I was reading, I can hear in the background the giggles and whispers of my classmates. I started to feel conscious and begun to think "why are they doing that" so I hurried and finished my reading. One of my classmates

I went to read my book and I noticed that it was a way harder to read than it had been in days past. The teacher then told me to pay attention and I noticed that I could not see the teacher’s face as well as I usually could. Everything around me was blurry and I was nervous. I could not see the board or anything else in the class, I asked to go down to the nurse because I thought I just had low sugar, the teacher said, “Ok.”

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep

As my class arrived in the computer lab, I was tentative about whether or not to remark to the teacher that I was having breathing problems. Back then I was ten years old with Asthma ; I was extremely shy every time I had to interact with my peers. I was supposed to type a mini-essay for my computer class, but the lack of oxygen reaching my lungs made feel overwhelmed. At that instant, I decided to go up to the teacher to request to go to the nurse’s office because my throat was hurting. Surprisingly, she said I could wait because she didn’t see it as an emergency.