Personal Narrative : A Trap Door In My Classroom

Over the past eighteen years I have been alive, there have not been any real challenges I have faced in my pursuit of education. I come from a family of immigrants that managed to find themselves a good life, away from the ghetto and the poverty line, through hard work. Both my parents had to move to a place away from everything they knew to learn English as a second language to give their children, myself included, a better chance at life, and I can gladly say their effort was not in vain. If there was one thing I struggled with in pursuit of my education, it would have to be myself.

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

I snapped back into reality and opened my door. I stepped out into the narrow hallway, and I rested my hand on the door knob. The door was almost closed when I had a sudden urge to sneak one last glance at my room. Not being able to let go of my room, I cracked the door open again. My eyes rested on the skeleton of the room, and I gently closed the door.

I find myself reading this short paragraph over and over(above). My topic sentence makes me happy and proud. Going back to school was the best thing I have done. I chose to talk about going back to school to the “future employer” because it shows I am motivated as well as dedicated. This class has brought a lot to my attention. The mannerism that is expected in the “business world” is to speak and write well. It is extremely important to know how to write (type) a meaning full and proper paper whether it is for school or work. I have noticed a great impact in my vocabulary and writing skills. My boss told me on Monday he is impressed with the new docs I typed up for our new clients (with no help from him). I was not excited about this class

As the door shut behind them, my stomach fell and I knew I would not be able to see the daylight tomorrow. We were suppose to leave this place with the inspectors and free ourselves from this suffering. I stood there as time ticked by, helpless and lost in my own thoughts.

Our task - to find the key from the door and escape. However, this will not end our adventure. Sinister complex in which we found ourselves, just huge. It is full of deadly traps and ghouls who want to eat you.

Imagine falling of a chair. Not that bad right? Now, imagine falling of a chair in front of the whole cafeteria. Funny? Yes. Painful? Definitely. So embarrassing that you hid in your teacher’s classroom for the remaining time of the school day? Sounds like me! After many years of mental preparation, physiological therapy, and complete avoidance of using chairs in front of others, I was finally able to overcome my tragedy. Like every other day, I ardently waited for lunch time to arrive. As soon as the bell rang, I ran to the cafeteria. I sat, I ate, and just when I was about to throw my food away…

My elementary and middle school years were excellent. I got good grades, on time to class everyday, never talked back to the teachers. I was the perfect student.

As soon as next weekend reached, I had wished that my mother had forgotten all about it, unfortunately not attending was not a choice. So as we were promenading into the music store I began to get apprehensive about working with engaging with a male teacher. NO!! I said in my head as i walked into the tiny room with a piano inside, my mom was not allowed in but could look through the window. For that was a reason to make me even more anxious to leave, but i stayed. Afterward I learned new keys on the piano, then we began to practice some voice vocals, this is where the outburst began. When the instructor politely asked me to do a certain warm up, I gave it a try but could not pursue the first time around, tears began rolling down my eyes like a waterfall on a mountain.

The class I am tutoring is a 3rd grade classroom at Palmers Elementary. Mrs Keri Shivle is the teacher of the classroom. I tutor Tuesday from 12:30 to 1:30pm. The times i'm in the classroom the students are always reading or doing an language art activity. The times i have been in the classroom i been working with three students. One is Jakiey and Lavonta and sometimes i work with Angeli. I do different things with them such as helping them with homework or reading to them and then having them read it back to me. We also play games such as vocabulary ones, phonics.

I hadn't seen the door before. It wasn't there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle. It seemed as though once I put my hand on the knob, it was stuck there. I slowly pulled the door open, and I was sucked into the pitch black room. It was so dark that it felt like I had my eyes closed as I floated through the air. Down I went, feeling like every second

As rain showers down onto the windows, I walk through the empty corridor with a small frown on my aged, scarred face. The wooden door at the end was my destination, and from the other side I could barely hear the sounds of a business partner my age frantically calling for help on his phone; yet, to no avail. Anyone who would have helped him already got paid a visit by me. When I arrived at the end of the corridor, I began to think back to everything that lead up to this moment. Thoughts of why I was doing this circulated through my mind as everything came back to me in a flash.

As a teacher, I’ve had the opportunity to work and interact with many professionals and families from different cultures. Personally, and considering the fact that I also come from another country, I’ve seen myself facing several cross cultural barriers.

Coming into this class I knew it would be difficult. Despite that, I know I have to take it and think it I'd best to challenge myself and learn the most I can from the class. Being in the class, a few things stood out to me that I knew were going to be more difficult than others. One of those things was part of the student learning outcomes, revision. I always have a hard time editing my own work, for whatever reason it is hard for me to see the little mistakes that I make. Furthermore, a lot of the time when I write I have a difficult time coming up with a good, well-written thesis or primary claim. In spite of the challenges I know I am going to face I am also excited for what I will be learning and how my writing skills will improve. The

I nervously nudged Future Hayden to walk up the stairs. When we got to the top, there was another door. This one looked like my bedroom door at home. It even had the same stickers. There was another door at the other end of the hallway.