Personal Narrative: My Experience At The Ashtabula Area City School

Channelview ISD, the district in which I was raised and currently teach, is considered a low demographic district with a high population of at-risk, economically disadvantaged and special education students. The TAPR results exhibit a clear correlation between the demographics of the school and their performance results. Results vary sporadically and show clear indicators of differences amongst demographic factors such as grade, gender, race, economic level, language capabilities and intelligence level, however, some factors influence test results more than others. Grade, intelligence level and language capabilities prove to be the main factors in the gaps between the percent of the state that were at Level II Satisfactory or Above and district percentage results. Also analyzed were the percentages of students who were at Postsecondary Readiness and Advanced and lastly and analysis on what percent of students made progress and exceeded progress as well as identifying which students performed well and

Little Falls Community Schools have taught me so much knowledge in my thirteen years. I thought I knew a lot of information when I entered the high school, but I guess I was wrong. These past four years I have learned so much material from my teachers. Four years ago, I thought economics only dealt with money and that calculus would be really hard. Turns out, economics is not just about money but also about externalities and market structures; however, calculus is still hard. I have absorbed many different kinds of knowledge in my four years at Little Falls Community High School.

I have always been in love with the game of softball. I love all the competition and the thought of working at it brings joy to my heart. I could always go to the field to get my mind off things and just focus. But in May of 2015 my life changed and I had a whole new mind set on everything.

When I was a little girl, my grandma would always take me to her school with her and let me sit in on her classes throughout the day. I always begged her to let me go with her because I had loved getting to be there with her and getting to pretend that I too was a part of the class. Alvord Continuation High School was mainly composed of portable classrooms, the buildings were red and white spanish style buildings. The school my grandmother taught at was not a regular high school, this was a place where students over the age of sixteen were able to attend in order to finish school to obtain a high school diploma. The students she taught primarily looked a lot older than sixteen, they were adults trying to graduate to move on with their lives.

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.

It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,

When I lived in North Carolina in 2012, I lived in a small school within a tight nit community. From day one I felt as though I didn’t belong, and the ones who made me feel most out of place were my teachers. My teachers told me to leave and go back to Maryland because if i stay I would fail. I couldn’t believe teachers would say that I was so shocked. My teachers rarely attempted to help me with my work as if I was unteachable because I didn’t learn as fast as everyone else.

Beginning my elementary school career, I attended Indianapolis Public Schools. When I entered school, Kindergarten was only half days, and we were working on materials such as, learning our alphabet and counting to 100. The workload was a far cry from the addition, subtraction, early reading skills, and science that my daughter is learning in kindergarten this year. Following the first grade I left the Indianapolis Public School System and entered into a new school system. Embarking on second grade we started working on the skills that would help us read proficiently. I was absolutely struggling, but I was also so distrustful that I didn’t dare to say anything to my teacher. Thankfully, even without me saying anything to her, my teacher noticed

This crucial four years of Highschool is what shapes up a person. Things like friends, families, and new experiences are what teach life lessons and morality. I believe that through the service activities I have taken part of this few years, I learned new qualities about myself and new aspects in life. I have learned the role of a leader, all the charitable things service can offer, and I have built a character. What impacted me the most was the “Jessey J Mcray Elementary School” program, and the Service Day activity I did in freshman year. Volunteering is a great way to bring people together and it provides physical and mental rewards for whoever decides to do it.

Aaron and I began working together in August 2013 at Oak Grove Middle School in the Davidson County School System in Lexington, North Carolina. Inasmuch as we were both new to sixth grade, we were both experienced teachers. Aaron’s wife had been my school’s technology representative so I knew of him through her. Although I had little contact with Aaron the familiarity with his family created an instant friendship.

While attending Judson High School in the beginning of my senior year, our advisory teacher Mrs. Evans

3 years ago I was a green belt in taekwondo. I liked taking taekwondo lessons and my goal in taekwondo was to reach a black belt. But my mini story is about when I was a green belt at a tournament at the Northglenn High School gym. Tournament day was a really fun day because all the taekwondo schools in the district got together to spar, and show what we learned to the other schools. The sparring was my favorite part of the tournament, I was not the best at sparring because I wasn’t aggressive enough as the other teachers told me constantly. But today I was doing really good in the sparring tournament and was beating all the opponents that I faced. I was getting really excited because if I kept doing really good I might get to the finals and win

I got hired on at Pekin Community High School in April 2015. When I was first hired, I waited months before hearing anything from colleagues in the science department. At the beginning of June, I received my first email from Heather Green who was the other special education science teacher. Her email was a bit intimidating as it was five pages long welcoming me into the department, giving me a description of my job, and asking if we could meet up so she could further explain how to prepare for the start of the school year.

“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.”