Personal Narrative: An Interview With An Educator

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

When I first think of education making an impact on my life, my immediately goes to the teacher that inspired me to pursue the field of education: Mr. Quesenberry. The truth is, I never expected to enjoy his 8th grade Civics class. Though I had many wonderful social studies teachers before 8th grade, each year history was always one of my least favorite subjects, and I expected Civics to be the same. Before I took his class, I thought that the government was just a bunch of old rich guys who made laws and ran the country, and I didn’t have the slightest idea about the many complicated issues that the United States was facing or about what I could do to get involved and fight for my values.

I was born in the Caribbean not until I was nine years old that I move to the USA. Growing up in the US was not easy for me, because having to learn English was so hard that at time make me regret my mom did that to e but i found a way to make it easy for me when I surrounded myself with friend that did not speak my language for me learn it faster way to learn because for me to communicate back to them i have to try my best,I felt left out being unable to understand what the teacher was saying I and the fun the kids was having was not the type of game I’m used to was hard but I learned faster that way because I motivate myself to be able to learn fast enough to be able to participate with my class in their activities.

My substitute teacher, Mrs. Johanson, was awesome. We were My class was lucky that our real teacher, Mrs. Vanderlip, was having a baby. If she didn’t we wouldn’t have helped our school. Anyway, Mrs. Johanson was cool. She challenged us to the point that we chose the challenge over the easy. She pushed us to be our best and to have fun doing it. She did get us side tracked just a bit but then she got us caught up by the end of the week, sometimes we’d even been ahead of the other classes. She was awesome.

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…

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.

Growing up, I’ve been told the same line over and over again, “Make sure whatever you grow up to be, you will love.” With this advice, I began my life journey of finding out what I wanted to be. This advice haunted my life for multiple year as I struggle to find what my life would become. This constant struggle had myself worrying that I wouldn’t find anything I would love. Eventually, my final decision was made. This is to become a special Elementary Elementary Teacher. Entering the field of education, not only seems what's right, it also seems like I could change the generation of children.

The song starts with hamilton along in his room, in a city away from his family. You can obviously that he is stressed and tired, and a little bit homesick. When out of nowhere this bombshell Mariah Reynolds knocks on his door and pleads for help. She greets Hamilton with:

"Louis McClymont, the nurse will see you know."As I took the dreaded walk to treatment room B, my fear of needles began to take over, the only time I ever had a jag before was when I was a baby, and that was too long ago to remember. I took a seat on the administering table; the nurse could see my body was shaking with fear. She tried to distract me from the enormous needle that was heading my way. "You're having a jag for yellow fever, where are you going?"

What I expect to learn from this experience is turning what I learned in the classroom and using it in a real world setting. In addition, using this experience to grow and develop these skills to be able to further my abilities for the future. An internship like this would use my both my passion of politics along with my degree path of political science in the confines of future career path. To learn the fundamentals of Representatives have not only impact on local policy but also the influence they have on national policy and how both local and national policies influence one another. Furthermore, I have been born in raised in Holland, MI and have always been interested in the political backbone of West Michigan. Not only would this be a

Were you ever homeschooled? I was! My entire pre-collegiate school experience was in the home, with the exception of a handful of external classes, all extracurricular. Understandably, my parents were concerned about the current system of education in the U.S., and wanted to give us the children the best circumstances for success possible. Throughout Elementary and Senior High, everything was excellent! Upon reaching Junior and Senior years however, college was looming heavy, and I knew that I needed to become familiar with working under other teachers, working with a group of other individuals, and working independently of assistance.

I’ve always felt like I don’t matter. I walked into my house when I growing up and instantly I was on my own. My mother would go through depressive episodes where she lock herself away from for days and when she came out, she was a shell of herself. I lived without love. She’d go through weeks of boyfriends and one by one I’d see them come and go. Only one stayed, but he was the worst. I’d wake up sometimes to him breaking plates or shouting drunkenly. My father died before I knew him and this was the only thing I had close to a father. He’d scream and yell and his roar sent me shivering back. He’d break me down and belittle me. To him I was just a disappointment. I wish it was different. I wish I could do something. The New School is my place

I was surprised how many of my classes taught me these concepts; I knew those classes were setting out to teach me not only the material specific to that class, but also valuable skills that can be used in a variety of situations, but it was still surprising. While I was going through my list of classes I realized that even though some of them are unnecessary for my degree I don’t regret taking them as I learned much more than I thought. I found that most of my classes built upon the skills I had learned in previous classes, even when those classes had nothing to do with one another. I learned part of a skill in one class and the rest in a completely unrelated class later.

I got a 68% percent on a history test. My teachers, even some of the teachers that I favor dearly, look at me with their mean and vicious eyes. I try to greet them in the nicest and sweetest way as I can but never get the genuine reply I want. I go to some of my classmates to talk to them about my struggle until I realized I don’t have my go-to friend. That was my life 2015 was the year when I finally got into a prestigious private school called Collegiate School, having just transferred from a public school. The common wisdom that people had been that private school’s curriculum was more hectic and more difficult than that of a public school’s. It did not take long for me to notice that there was truth to that saying.

For this interview I decided to come to my first year seminar teacher, Mr. Lusk. Born on February 7th is Adam Lusk he currently lives in Media, PA and is an excellent teacher at Rosemont College. Teaching First year seminar which includes helping Freshman on challenges and how to resolve them. Student led discussions with speaking on topics that can help others overall is the main focus of his class. Graduating from Temple University with a PHD also now acquiring 14 years of teaching experience.