The O’Gorman First Day
I had gone to public schooling all my life, not that I don’t see any difference in public school compared to private schooling. But, that’s not how I viewed in middle school once I was faced with the decision from my parents that I would start attending O’Gorman Junior High the rest of my middle school career, they were voices were almost muffled as my eyes were swelling up with tears. It was the worst day of my life, until the first day of school crept up on me a few months later. A backstory to the whole processes the concluded the fact I would be attending O’gorman was completely unbeknownst to me, I wasn’t really taken through the process I just remember my parents telling me they’ve decided, where they are deciding to have me schooled. I was not ready to be surrounded by these O.G kids, rich and snobby, nothing like me. I was raised in a moderately sized apartment, reminiscing to the penny pinching decisions my parents would constantly be talking about. I was the definition of an egotistical,
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To describe my thought of me being in that private school- horrific. I had the known the same people all my life, I wasn’t ready for this, this big change, big leap in my life. It was too much to handle I couldn’t bear it, the stress was going to send me to the hospital, I was going to be the first case of cardiac arrest at age 12. I was not a socially outgoing person. I was socially awkward. The status I was at though on my social aspect made me comfortable. I was that quiet, shy, awkward girl my whole and I was okay with that. I never had a problem my 6th grade year because, the people, the building it was nothing out of my comfort
This audience is typically heads of household that would have children in schools and would generally relate to the high school experiences discussed throughout this article. As Botstein pointed out, “Often the high school outsider becomes the more successful and admired adult.” These successful adults can see the viewpoint of the author through their own lenses and also realize that their success was not directly tied to the learning they gained in school but to the harsh realities they faced once they moved into adulthood. Although Botstein highlights the various problems faced by students in high school but to effect change he needs to gain the support of the parents, in addition to wealth. The only way to effect change in the American school system is to be driven by both the student’s parents and the individuals that can influence the school board.
Learning that school is something to be glad about was one aspect I will never forget. School helps spark and form the character of discovery in one’s mind. To find problems in the world’s society and attempt to fix them so future generations will not be forced to make that same mistake. Other than social media, education is the most powerful tool to train an adolescent’s mind. Coming from the Nobleboro Central School I have this story. The first trimester was a long one, I had never presented a project before and didn’t know the first thing about talking out loud in front of a class. Also, my English was considerably bad with papers handed in, in rough draft form. My English is still a little rusty, although my past teachers have guided me past the few trimesters preparing me for an average High School paper. Concludingly, the first trimester of public school was a real learning experience with mostly a C average in most of my classes which left room for improvement. The second trimester I had an understanding of school and was trying more and more on improving how I could understand teachers. This time of education at public school was the aha moment wherein I could explore the true reasons of presentations, tests and open book exams. The third and final trimester was a matter of consistency in grades. Because of this, most of my trimester average grades were in the B+/A range. Thankfully, because of this I had finished the 8th grade with most subjects having a yearly average of a
I perceived the worst of the school, I imagined it’ll damage my reputation. I’m coming from a private school to a public school for the first time in my life and I didn’t apprehend what to expect. I’d be driven to meet fresh faces, create newfangled memories and bonds, which I absolutely dreaded.
Our school added a new boy in 5th grade, Connor Gorman. Ample people thought he was attractive, including me. Every year it was normal to find the new boy attractive. This time was no different. Connor was a good-looking 5th grader. All the girls wanted him, but no one was brave enough to say they liked him. I was a brave little girl and every day I would try to talk to him and I’d call him hot. He did not seem to mind. I was just annoying him.
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.
No matter what I tried, I did not seem to fit in. I was constantly dealing with many bullies. It didn’t help that I’m shy, that my brother was ‘different’, or that I was good at school; These kids did not seem interested in school at all, and were only interested in being popular. I hated going to public school, so when I was in 7th grade I transferred to private school. For 7th and 8th grade I went to a ‘prep school’. I t was very difficult. We would have several hours of homework each day, and I had to write a lot of essays. For high school, I went to a Catholic school, the same as my father.
In the United States, getting an education is very important. Children spend thirteen years of their life learning English, history, math, science, and various other subjects so that they may one day be a productive college student or a working class citizen. In fact, “There are 33,619 private schools in the United States, serving 5.4 million PK-12 students. Private schools account for 25 percent of the nation’s schools and enroll 10 percent of all PK-12 students” (“Council for American Private Education”). Parents face many issues when deciding which school is right for their child. However, the factors that determine their choice of a private or public school are often the results of various essentials that closely mirror the parent’s ideology in regards to education. Parents should send their children to a private school because private schools have smaller class sizes, the curriculum is more challenging, and the school environment is much safer than public schools.
Eisenhower High School has shaped me into the women that I am today. At first, the transfer from private to public middle school was difficult. I did not know what to expect from public schooling. Immediately, I was met with friendly faces and extraordinary teachers. When the time came for me to decide if I would attend a private high school or Eisenhower High School I didn’t hesitate on my decision. Since my first day walking through the newly renovated Eisenhower halls, I knew I had found my home for the next four years.
Many “believed that public common school would contribute to a popular civic awareness and sense of political responsibility” (Gutek, 2014). Common school private school did not serve every youth. Many could not afford private
The short story “A & P” written by John Updike reminds me of my first year of public schooling. After completing homeschool my mother chose to place me into a charter school in manatee county for my seventh-grade year, school was very foreign to me along with the company it brought. Throughout my years of homeschool we spent our time traveling from state to state, or we were settled down. My first public school encounter was a dreadful yet fun year depending on the day, I was often the subject of class ridicule among others. I excelled in very simple academics in comparison to what my mother and grandmother taught me, with good grades came the offer of being an exclusive member of the safety patrol. As the year went on the safety patrol were given referral slips to pass out accordingly, mine was given often to a bully of a very beautiful face, reminding me of Queenie.
The first school I attended, I started there from pre-school up until 3rd grade. At that school, I was extremely comfortable because I was basically growing up there and I wasn’t the “new kid” ,but the move to the next school I felt extremely lost. Each year that I was moved to a different school, I felt like I had been losing little bits of my identity.
Transitioning to middle school was a difficult experience that taught me a skill that I will use throughout life. The jump from fifth grade to sixth grade is often challenging due to the change in teachers, learning environment, and pressure. In fifth grade I enjoyed a daily schedule of sports and social time with a small amount of time dedicated to homework. The fifth grade attempted to prepare me for middle school by giving me an increased amount of homework and more challenging material, however, faculty and administration still acknowledged that I was in elementary school and am not at an age where I should be given a large amount of homework. When I become a sixth grade student everything changed.
In the seventh grade I attended School of the Future. The previous middle school I went to was Ross Global Academy, a charter school in the Lower East Side located on east 11st and 1st avenue. I changed middle schools because Ross Global Academy lagged academically when it came to Science, Math, History, and English. The school eventually closed when I was in the eighth grade. Since Ross Global Academy, fell behind in key academic courses, I found it very difficult when I transferred schools and began going to School of the Future. It was very hard for me to comprehend the work and what made things worse was that since I was new, everyone bullied me. Sometimes, this group of girls who were thought of as popular would disrespect me by calling
The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.
Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,