When at Park Hill Elementary School I was placed in a kindergarten class with Mrs. Maes. When I first entered the class, the environment was warm and inviting. All the students were interested in what the teacher was saying. After the teacher was done taking, she introduced me to the class and mentioned to the children to be on their best behavior and show their school ROAR. ROAR is a set of school wide rules that all the students follow. Throughout the day most of the students followed these rules, but some students did act out. The teacher proceeded to deal with each situation according to the student. It seemed like the teacher had specific rules to her class in addition to the school wide rules. In the class there was a student teacher, …show more content…
When they did stations, which I was lucky enough to teach at one, the students did arts and craft, a reading station, identify and looking at new words, and lastly a observing and writing a questions station. I was placed at the question station where I help the students write out a question they had about an animal. The teacher notified me that her class was all advance spellers and if they didn’t know how to spell something, they should sound it out. I found this to be true due to the students sounding out complicated words like dolphin and weather. Lastly, the school was filled to the top with parent evolvement. In the article Are Schools Doing Enough to Learn About Families, the author describes the way parents are perceived, “Parent engagement recognizes that much of what parents do to support their children’s education may not be visible to educators.”(Pushor) I find that in Park Hill, the parent’s actions and efforts are greatly visible to not only educators, but everyone at the school. The parents that volunteer have a great amount of support from the entire school, making them more willing to help out with …show more content…
Maes used in the classroom. I really enjoyed watching her teach and connect with her students through learning and communication. She would also describe why she did different activities, so I was able to gain even more perspective on how the classroom was running. Relating back to Fullan’s reading I found that Mrs. Maes was able to exhibit this action, “Moral purpose keeps teachers close to the needs of children and youth; change agentry causes them to develop better strategies for accomplishing their moral goals.” (Fullan) Having a teacher that is able to relate and put the children’s needs before your own really shows an incredible teacher. Mrs. Maes was able to address each student in their own way, and was able to schedule one on one time with every student in the classroom without taking away learning time from other students. I really hope I can do something similar in my on classroom due to the positive impact it had on the students in her class. I am also happy to say that I could and would like to use different techniques in my future classroom to help make learning fun. I would also like to add to my philosophy that it is totally possible to have a class of incredible and over achieving students, if you are willing to work with them and help them learn their
On April 08, 2016, I arrived to my designated school, Cypress Point Elementary School. Upon my arrival to Cypress Point Elementary School, I went to the main office of the school to see the assistant principal, Mrs. Dewitt. She could not make it to school on time, due to her having car troubles. The secretary told me she would notify her that I arrived and to set me. As I waited for Mrs. Dewitt, I noticed quite a few students having to call home due to violating the school dress code. Mainly it was more girls violating the dress code than boys. I am assuming from what I saw, the children only wore clothes that they saw the adults wore, or whatever their parents picked out for them. During this time, I noticed a little Asian or Hispanic boy being brought to school but he was supposed to be at home due to suspension. The secretary asked him “Why are you at school?” This young man told the secretary that his mother brought him to school. The secretary informed him that he needs to call his mother so that she
I went to the same elementary school from kindergarten to 5th grade, Suncoast Elementary School. My brother, my sister and I all went to Suncoast Elementary school from k-5th. My sister is still in elementary school, but once she gets out she’ll either go to Gulf Coast or Powell. My brother, my sister and I all had the same kindergarten class room but always had a different teacher. At that school my brother would hang out with the people in the office often so when I got there they all knew my name and was extra nice to me. This is only about my experience from kindergarten through 3rd grade.
The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite
At a school in Texas called Hickory Hills middle school in 1999.It was a normal day for Timothy John he was stealing a nerds lunch.
As I started running out the car I noticed I had forgotten my posters I had for my classroom. It was so much going on in my life, that I didn’t believe I could make it this far. "Mrs. Stacy, do you need help carrying your stuff to your classroom?" Said Mr. Jacob who had settled his classroom right across from mine. "Oh your help would be soo useful at this moment Mr. Jacob!" As I gave him the two big boxes of books that were filled with rain and mud from the thundery rain I ran back to my car to get my posters. Mrs. Stacy was just starting her career at Tennessee in Hicks Elementary School. An art teacher who had just graduated and moved away from the big city lights and into an old small town. She was just getting used to Mercy Town, a few miles away from an old cemetery.
How did I get in this position, freezing cold in a cemetery soaking wet in the rain digging up a coffin?Well, let’s start at the beginning.”OK Students here we are,the Greensberg cemetery!”Please be dutiful!”Miss Jennings said.You might be wondering why are the students of Greensberg Middle school in a cemetery?Well the mayor of Greens Berg just passed.Ah! Ever since Mayor Green has been gone all the people in town have been weeping their eyes out.Anyways,as soon as we got there we were given a tour of the place like we have never seen it before.When we got to the late Mayor’s grave, we stopped for a minute and then keep going.For some reason I stayed oh, did I mention he wasn’t even barred yet!CRAZY COOL RIGHT!I looked around to see
“So I started this new diet, and I can’t drink wine. These kids are making it very hard to keep that up,” the Rosehill Elementary School librarian, Mrs. Harrington, siad to me in passing. I paused my book shelving and gave her a quiet chuckle while she went to go teach the kindergarten class that recently arrived. For the next thirty minutes I heard screaming and shouting about sharing crayons while students ran up and down the shelves, nearly running into me in the process. Once the kindergarteners left, Mrs. Harrington was making her way back to her desk, but whispered to me, “You know what? I’m going to have a glass tonight. I deserve it.”
During my time at Shenandoah Elementary School I observed Mrs. Fiol’s 2nd grade class. Her class is an inclusive class. I noticed that some students that seem to be advance still have behavior problem, which made teaching difficult. I learned a lot during my time in her class. I learned that you must flexible because the class must go on, and just because part of you lesson does not happen the way you expected it to go does not mean that you should give up. I learned that while it is trying to create an inquire lesson it is not impossible. With the correct resources and modification any student can perform an inquire lesson. I learned that an inquire lesson is better than the traditional way of the teacher just talking at the students. I also
This plan took place in 8th grade year, I was a new student at Sunland elementary. It was around September when this event occurred. I learned to not try to impress others making bad decisions that could lead to big trouble.
Within seconds I had a decision to make. My heart was pounding, my conscious started to kick in, should I act or should I blend in? Everyone was laughing, it just didn’t feel right. It was like any other day at Tippin Elementary School, roaming the halls I stopped by this boy named Tommy. From a glance, he seemed timid, shy, and a bit nerdy but he was the kindest person you’d ever meet. On the opposite side of hallway walked the jocks or so-called “cool kids.” No one dared to speak up against them, it was as they were wanting everyone to fear them. All of a sudden the toughest of the group slowly walked up to where we were sitting, opened up his water bottle, and poured it all over Tommy. He slurred racist and inappropriate comments, kids all around me began to burst out into laughter.
On February 9, 2016, I began my first day as a volunteer at Nora Sterry Elementary School. I walked to the site with Carmen Garcia and it took about a half hour. On my way, we easily noticed the difference in Nora Sterry’s surrounding community and UCLA’s. Passing the freeway about a block away from the elementary school, homeless slept on the side walks of the streets.Though UCLA is near this location, the university is sphered by cool shops and tall buildings in Westwood. Not many would think that just a couple blocks down, a community would be impoverished. (Definitely a surprise)
Recently, I met with the head custodian, Mr. Antontio Rhodes and accompanied him on a school grounds tour and interview on the maintenance of Magee Elementary School. Mr. Rhodes spoke with a sense of pride as we walked the perimeter of the school. The state of the art learning institution contains 76,063 square feet and 35 classrooms which accommodate K-4th-grade students. In addition, the school has rooms for special education and inclusion rooms, physical therapy/occupational therapy, dyslexia and music classrooms. Furthermore, the school has four computer classrooms, intervention labs, a library, cafeteria, and gym all under one roof. Mr. Rhodes keeps the school immaculate by using an organizational cleaning and staff delegation schedule.
Orendorf Elementary School, a place of many memories and much learning. What was the most treasured part of each day? Recess after lunch, of course! This was the time to play silly games, like hop-scotch and jump rope, and hang out with friends to discuss the latest in “who likes who” and “which boy has cooties”. This was also the longest recess of the day. My friends and I tried to finish eating our lunch as quickly as possible because the sooner you got finished eating, the sooner you could go outside to play. After eating, Denise, Julie, and I quickly cleaned off our table, packed up our lunchboxes, and then raised our hands to be dismissed from the lunchroom. As soon as Mr. Little told us we could go, we quickly made our way from the cafeteria
As the sun started trickling into the windows, students were just starting to arrive at South Christian High School. As the few students that showed up early walked through the halls making their way towards their light blue lockers, one of the many lined up along the walls in between the classrooms. Some were decorated with sports signs, some of those with anchors lettered with the surnames of the owner of the locker. You could hear the clock ticking, counting down every minute until it would send out an ear-piercing ring and send students shuffling off to their first class of the day.
Growing up a seven year old girl that couldn’t fight wasn’t what you would call a “good life.” All throughout elementary school, I had to deal with being tripped in the hallway, and bumped into at the playground. That was My average day at Niblack Elementary. I was use to the everyday life so who was I to go against the norm. One memorable day made my whole mindset change. I never thought in a million of years that I, Malia, would ever stand up for myself in such a powerful and impressive way. Well I did, and it all started just in my kitchen.