Personal Narrative: My Early Childhood Education

Ever since I was younger I have always tried staying away from reading. The only person in my family that likes to read is my mom; however, she does not read often. Once she picks up a book, she cannot put it down. My dad on the other hand, never picks up a book. He and I are one in the same; we do not like reading because we have a hard time comprehending what we read. My brother also does not like to read. He does not like reading because he has a learning disability. My mom always had an extremely tough time getting him to read. Overall, my literacy experiences at home are few and far between.

When I was just 4 years old I went to Funtastik Preschool and Daycare. I went there for an entire year. It was a very fun school. Usually in the mornings I would get dropped off with all the other kids and all the kids would get to play inside with toys. Then we would have breakfast. After breakfast we went outside and played on the playground. After the playground we went inside to have a nap. Most of the time after a nap we would go and watch a movie on the carpet. Then we would go outside once again. At the end of the day we would go back on the carpet and watch another movie and wait for our parents to arrive to pick us up.

Throughout my educational experience I noticed the discrepancies with regard to the advantages my peers possessed. In high school as I began exploring what career I wished to pursue, I experienced inferiority as my classmates who’ve taken the ACT three times, visited college campuses, and have had resumes ready since the 6th grade unintentionally mocked my lack of college-readiness. However, my ignorance wasn’t intentional, my parents never reached a high school education in Mexico, they couldn’t pass down SAT tips or acquire internship opportunities for me. I realized it's vital to pick up the pace to avoid being left in the dust akin to countless others in my situation. Henceforth, this statement resonates with my experience, I interpreted

I have been a preschool teacher, teaching mixed age children from 18 months to 5 years, for over 10 years. I started as a work study employee, while attending the Community College of Philadelphia in 2006, to a part-time teaching assistant while attending Temple University in 2010. This led me to a lead-teacher position after graduation and then to a program coordinator. I have developed effective working relationships with children in the past years. This position has helped me improve my teamwork and interpersonal skills by cooperating with other teachers in planning teaching materials according to the Reggio Emilia approach and by sharing teaching resources. I decided that working with children, understanding and assisting in their education,

For eighteen years now my parents have influenced me to do my best in academics and extracurricular activities. Both of my parents have gone to college and both have had successful careers. My dad was a highly recognized Police Chief for Waukesha County and is now on the

My experiences working with children officially began in 2012 when I started working for One of A Kind Progressive Early Education. I worked with children of all ages, primarily toddlers and preschoolers. While working at One of A Kind, I assisted the lead teachers as much as possible. I helped develop daily routines of activities, lesson plans, nap, and toilet-training times that seemed most effective for the students. I worked with parents during pick up and drop off times to make sure they were happy with the schedule and care their child was receiving. I was in charge of maintaining a safe environment for the students at One of A Kind.

Like many people everyone wants to find their calling and figure out where they belong. My parents moved to the United States risking their lives on a boat from Haiti but soon separated while in america . My mom did a great job raising four kids on her own and I being the second child took part in raising my two younger siblings. In elementary school I struggled in many subjects but excelled in art, when I finally learned to read and went to middle school my grades were high enough to have honors reading and social study classes and even apa classes in highschool. I continued to excel in a lot of my classes, turns out I was smarter than I thought and all I need to do was learn to read and have people who took the time to teach me.

In my earliest years, I can recall one of our projects with my 1st grade teacher. It was very memorable for me, because we went all out for it. The project like most of us in that class remember was to write a story. The story was Flat Stanley. I was mostly ahead of my game in my early years. Then, there came my 5th grade year, The teacher i had in that class always got on me, for not paying attention. I almost got held back that year because i couldn’t focus. That year onward, was a struggle for me.

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

It was hour four. I glanced at the tiny digital clock on the dusty, outdated, desktop computer. “Five minutes left in free play!” I yelled over the jumbled sound of Mario Kart, xylophones and freeze dance. The daycare had almost a club atmosphere at this point as muffled dance music blasted through the speakers; the only partition between the high-energy fitness center and us was a thin wall of glass, littered with sticky handprints. There were currently thirty children ranging from ages 3 to 12 and it was up to me my coworker to watch all of them, do payments and update the roster. She was busy with the infants, leaving me to take care of everything else. Much like a general getting ready for war, I prepared myself. Sometimes, the room would have up to 40 kids in it at once, so I had to be an authoritarian. I knew I had it in me; I had practice using my voice working at the preschool.

In reference to my experience within the Early year’s and foundation stage, it is evident that children have a need and want to explore their paths to learning and developmental. It is essential that pupils are educated with the support of practitioners such as teachers, teaching assistants and nursery nurses amongst their classroom. Children require an enabling environment in order to achieve rich materials that shall influence their learning journey and progression throughout the development matters. It is vital that the pupils are given a safe environment to create relationships, make mistakes and take risks with their schooling. Academic writer Anna Ephgrave (2015) has influenced my future teaching practice with her concept of planning

I have limited experience working with children. I have tutored children from my neighborhood and family members. I would help them out with their homework and prepare for exams, in social studies, reading, and some math. Tutoring included having discussions with the students, parents, and teachers to figure out what material to go over. After these discussions, I created assingments and study guides to help the students, out of the tutoring

September of 2016 I remember having a meeting with Carol Corns, Muskingum University’s field coordinator about where I wanted to student teach. I was nervous about starting this new part of my college career. We discussed a possible placements and she worked well with me wanting to student teach in Columbus. The next step was to pass both my Ohio Assessment for Educators content assessments for early childhood and special education, and after finding out that I passed both I was excited to start; I found out I had two wonderful teachers who accepted me into working with them during my student teaching. Once the Fall 2016 semester was over, and I had accomplished the prerequisites to student teaching I felt ready!

My mom didn't obtain enough education when she was young. There hasn't been a day where she didn't think of how much of education she missed and how it has affected her life now. My dad, however, graduated from a technician school and later gained career as an electrician. He strove everyday for me and my family's well being. She believed that education was the way to gain knowledge. Hence, they always expected me to gain as much education as I can, graduate with high GPA, and become successful. Growing up my friends played key role in my life, as they do now today. My friendship with some people in my country were beyond the limit that I considered them sibling, or even more. I shared my secrets, problems, and they reciprocate the same. I also valued my religion and education since I was a kid. I was a one of the very competitive students in my elementary and middle schools. I wasn't the smartest, but I always believed in myself, and worked harder and harder to achieve my goals. When I was ten and few months old, my oldest sister decided to bring my dad to the United States for better life, job opportunities and of course, my family's future, as well as

The kingdom of childhood is a palace of creativity and being care free, once you transition into the realm of adulthood you have to face the raw emotion and decisions that can determine your future. This transition was especially rough for the twelve year old me, in the spring of 2010 my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. My parents were trying to keep the cancer fact a secret from my sister and I, to this day I still don’t know if that was under my grandmother’s wishes or my parent’s choice. At the time she was diagnosed she was living in a little house only a few blocks away from us. My sister and I would always race our bikes over to her house; the prize was the first one getting to see grandma. One day our parents weren’t home so my sister and I decided to bike on over, when I raced along the curve road that lead to her street I noticed that my family’s car was