The year was 2009. I lived out on a farm with my parents and little sister. I didn’t have too many traumatic things happen to me as a child. There were a few here and there but nothing serious. However, there was one event that truly was traumatic to 7-year old me.
It started off like any other day. My dad was out working with the cows while my mom was probably with the pets somewhere. Gabe, who was my dad's farmhand, was out doing chores and Danica and I were inside playing. It honestly was a calm and normal day. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay that way very long. No one on our property would have thought the day would change the way it did.
My dad is an air traffic controller up in Olathe so his hours are very strange. Well, this particular day he had to leave at 1:00 p.m. for work. Gabe stayed for a bit to finish a couple of things like good farmhands do. He was like a working bee, he never stopped until his work was finished.
After about an hour, the sky started to get dark, like really dark. It was strange that a storm that fierce would blow up in the middle of the day. My sister and I went outside to see why it looked like it was night time already. My mom noticed the sizeable, scary sky and she sent us inside. Due to the storm that was heading our way, she told Gabe to return home so he could possible beat the mysterious thunderheads. Unaware of how fast the storm was moving, she brought things inside to get out of the rain. She didn’t know that they most likely would
Since I was a kid, I had a ton of responsibilities, cleaning up after myself, doing chores, managing to not fight with my brother, although we fought all day everyday, but you know, it happens. One thing that I didn't know wasn't normal was parenting your parent. I go to school do all my class work and during recess and lunch I listened to all the other kids talk about going to the park after school and eating dinner together with their parents. When I got home from school, I had to do my homework and then take care of my mother. Bring her things she needed such as food, water, help her with many other simple everyday activities. Of course I wasn't the only one who was her “little helper” as she put it, my dad helped her and my older brother by two years,
Everyone needs assistance in their journey in becoming self-reliant. In order to shape a successful child, you must first analyze the foundation of that child. Children of minorities, especially Africans, have every card stacked against them. The schematics of this country is not designed for minorities to be successful and dominate the way it benefits the white man. From the moment the average African child is born he or she is at a relative handicap. This handicap remains with an African child into elementary school throughout high school, through graduation rates and standardized test scores. African are not only at a racial disadvantage, but they are at a social and economic disadvantage as well. Poverty is only a small part of the drawbacks
I just had a telephone conference with CH mother/Jessica Cahill. Parent inform his physician, Dr. Cardino, MD (GI). Starting on Monday, student will have to take medication before every meal and snack. (5 times a day) The medication is Sucride? Parent was not sure of the correct spelling. Parent was informed that we could administer the medication at school with her permission and physician’s order. Parent will come in on Monday to bring in the medication, doctor’s order and sign consent. There are no diest restrictions per mom, except that he is lactose intolerance and has “short Gut”. Parent is also taking student to a neurologist during the summer for an evaluation ton R/O ADHD, anxiety and depression. Informed parent to share the information
The Middle Tyger Community Center’s volunteer coordinator, Donna Dawkins, was very excited about my interest to volunteer with their This is My Child early education program. She was able to work me into the agency’s busy schedule and was also super understanding of my packed agenda and limited time. My first volunteer experience I spent in the one year old classroom. The teachers have a routine based schedule that is performed every day. Each student is to be dropped off, find their assign seat, eat breakfast, throw away their OWN trash, and then wait their turn for their health check. When their name is called, each of the children know what they are expected to do. He or she comes to the sink, brushes their teeth, and climbs up to the changing
When I was thirteen years old, I gave myself a shot. I was never good with medical things as a child, like never wanting to take medicine and absolutely hating needles. Many children, and even adults, hate needles but they just have to suck it up and deal with it. That was what I did for most of my life, until I had a very bad ingrown toenail. My mother made an appointment with a podiatrist and off we went. I had no idea what to expect, and figured they could just remove it with not too much difficulty. However, the doctor informed me that removing it would be extremely painful and that my foot had to be numbed before he could do the procedure. Naturally, I freaked out, especially when he pulled out the needle. In my mind, the needle was a
I was on bedrest with my first born from 20 through to 36 weeks. I went in for my 20 week ultrasound and left the hospital a week later. I had been told I had a 'Short Cervix', underwent an emergency surgery to have cerclage placed in my cervix to
I adore working with children. I devote a lot of my time to helping entertain and teach kids. My local church runs a summer program named ‘Sidewalk Kids Hours’ (SWKH). Through the past few years I have volunteered more than 150 hours to this program, as well as my local boy-scouts program. The majority of the time is spent preparing lessons, and creating props, instead of the two days a week we run the program. However, the majority of people who work with this programs are teens, so even though I am not working with children every day, I still enjoy every day I go in.
Monday was sweet, emotional and so addicting. This is my first read from author E.L. Todd and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but this book hooked me from the beginning. I loved Hawke and Francesca. They were so hot together and I couldn’t stop myself from reading.
My first child observation took place on Wednesday the 21st of September. I was observing the younger preschool room, there was an age range from 2-4-year-olds. I started my observation at 3:00PM in Mrs. Amy’s classroom. It was a typical classroom. In the room, there was students’ artwork around the room, tables, and sinks modified to the students' needs. It was a students’ birthday so all of the students were given juice and a cookie, and due to the sugar, they all went outside immediately following snack. The playground included a sandbox, bikes, and a play set.
My experiences with children in educational institutions and pursuit of becoming an elementary education teacher have enlightened me in discovering effective ways to read to and with children. When I work with kids, I review and select a book that is developmentally and cognitively appropriate for their age. Before I read the book to the kids, I read it to myself and see the message of the author and I generate potential questions to ask the students. Often, I ask students if they are familiar with a certain vocabulary word or if they have experienced an event that occurred in the story. I like to relate the content in the story to the students, so that they can comprehend better and learn from the story skills that will benefit them in the
So maybe the new generation that my daughter is growing up in is something I have to
I had few negative reinforcement as a child. For instance, I remember going to the store with my mother she was making grocery at a small store in the country. However, we did not have a car, so where ever we went we walk. This was an incident happen when I was only five. My mother was getting groceries, I decided I was going to pick up a piece of penny bubble gum. Well that’s was not a great idea. There’s my negative reinforcement. When mom was getting ready to check out at the store, she stated, “Where did you get that gum?” I said from over there. “Her question was, did you pay for that?” I said no. She had the lady in the little country store pick up the phone act like she was calling the police, on me. As a child at
Parents are the embodiment of child development and identity. They are the background of their progeny, a reality some may find difficult to accept. I was once amongst those individuals, struggling to accept the different clothes and cultural differences which set me apart from the rest of the class. My mother’s silk headscarves, flower-shaped nose piercing, and tan skin was enough to capture my classmates’ attention without any effort to hide their discrimination. As heads turned and whispers spread, no one bothered to recognize the maternal love she held as she surprised me with pizza during lunches and watched over me on my adventurous field trips.
From as far as I can remember I kept to myself as a child and most of my interactions with other children my age were negative. Growing up, I had a speech impairment and most of the kids my age didn’t have the patience to attempt to understand me. My family was very supportive of my issues and didn’t seem to mind it, but once in a while advice of words of wisdom from my family weren’t always pleasant. My scale from one to ten on verbal abuse from family members go from one being my grandmother who was kind and accepting to ten being my sister who made me feel horrible.
In the beginning of this educational journey I thought I knew a lot about Child development. Factor man is that there is a lot about child development that I did not no. Most of the few youth theorists Word known to me and I study some of them however most of what I have read I have forgot. I’ve always Love Learning, so I find the journals and discussions extremely interesting. Some other things about child development I knew but did not know the technical terms for them. For example, I understood that kids learn at different rates but I didn’t have a a good understanding on how the brain develops. Brain development is an element that I overlooked. My perspective and understanding of child development has evolved because I always knew or