Personal Narrative: Changing Into The Classroom

As my high school years were coming to an end, all anyone could talk about was college. Where they were going, what state they would be a resident in, and what they would major in, what campus they would be visiting that weekend. I, however, thought I had it all under control. I thought that when my Senior year came by it would all fall in to place. That's crazy, right? The shows that I grew up watching did not have to deal with this. That is when expectation went out the window and reality kicked me in the butt. I had five months left to start applying to colleges and looking in to different campuses that offered my dental hygiene program. Lucky for me, my community college had a two year program.

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 technology evolves, the traditional style writing classrooms should do so as well. Students are used to the typical routine, in which an instructor lecture and hands out assignments. However, is that really the most effective way of teaching for all students? Teachers neglect the fact that not all students learn the same way. In learning this, I propose some changes that could be made in order to increase learning effectively such as; the choice of physical work verses online work, communications and feedback to students, and essays.

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

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.

How to start? Well it was 5th grade; and I went to creeds elementary school where we had two separate classes. Each class stayed together and moved to different subjects as a group. During the Second Quarter a new student joined our 5th grade class and I remember first seeing her in the hallway and I was like “dang who is she”. Later I found out her name was Harley. The only problem was that she was in the other class. So when we would get ready to switch subjects we would be able to see the other class in the hall. This quickly became my favorite part of the day because that meant I got to see harley in the hallway.

As i raise my head i think to myself, “ I’m going to be super late”. I looked around the hall to see if anyone had seen me fall flat on my back. Once i get to my feet i reach for my lockers handle to see it was gone. “Crap, Crap, Crap” I thought. I look at the floor trying to find the handle. Then i find it laying on the ground. “I’m screwed” I think to myself as I try to think of a way out. FInally i give in at the sound of the bell. “I guess i have to tell the office” I said as the bell ended.

There are many things we need to improve at Floyd County High School. But sports are very important. We think that if we had more money for after school sports that would be a big improvement. We need money for safety in most sports, uniforms for all sports, and money for sport dues. With extra money we really can improve sports.

Starting in fifth grade when I first picked up a viola, orchestra has been a fundamental part of my identity in school. My first year in high school I was in the entry level orchestra, which I greatly enjoyed despite the easier music because of the community of people in the class. At the end of my freshman year, orchestra got the news that the number of orchestra classes would be cut down to two, making an entry level class, symphonic, and an audition only higher level class, chamber. Wanting a challenge, I auditioned for chamber, but I did not get in. Now, this was not the failure that came with a grand lesson There happened to be a large number of very talented violinists who had seniority over me. There also happened to be a shortage of

Looking back to Junior High makes me notice why I changed schools the next year. Seventh grade was a long year that I will always remember and the amount of things that took place, will never be forgotten. People change, friends change, and feelings change. Especially with my closest friend Kara. She was fun. I liked hanging out with her better then my friend Joan from pre-school. Me and Kara were bad though. We would misbehave all the time, go out somewhere where we weren't supposed to and do things that we know we shouldn’t be doing.

My cooperating teacher was observed this week in her resource classroom. I was present for the observation. Her performance was excellent! During the observation, I found it interesting how one student was purposeful to gain the supervisor’s attention while being disruptive.

This latter is to tell you what I hope to happen, what I expected, and what I learned durry the school. There maybe one or two questions here and there.

Since the first days of the beginning of class I have always thought about how I was going to change, whether it would be academically and personally. Let me personally that, I have changed for the better as a student and as a person. I have strengthen many skills such as how to properly complete argumentative and narrative essays. Similarly, I have enhance my abilities on how to use useful words into my papers in order to get the point across to the reader. Likewise, I learned on how to connect similar or contrasting ideas to come up with a new comprehensive idea for the research papers that I have written for the class. In essence, I consider myself as, not only a better writer and student, but also a better person, now I am more capable

I have 8 years wide teaching experience as a instructor at John Jay College of Criminal Justice (CUNY), Fashion Institute of Technology (SUNY) and as both a graduate student lecturer and a teaching assistant at The city college (CUNY). I am fully experienced with many styles of classroom instruction including the use of workshops and peer mentors, graphing calculators and symbolic algebra packages such as Mathematica, Maple and Math Lab.

I slipped on my red sneakers and scurried with excitement to get my jacket. My mother and I got in the car and headed for the city to do some Christmas shopping for my little sister and my father. We held hands while walking along the sidewalks, snaking our way through the crowds, and shopping in the stores that lined the city streets. I came to a sudden stop, jerking her back to a stop as well. I turned my head slowly to the right, then slowly tilted it up. Realizing what was in front of me, a rush of excitement shot through every inch of my scrawny little body. I ran up to the door and yanked the door open. The door whipped open, breaking through the slight breeze blowing throughout the streets, then it slowly closed back into its door