Personal Narrative: My Field Experience At Lewis E. Wadsworth Elementary School

On April 08, 2016, I arrived to my designated school, Cypress Point Elementary School. Upon my arrival to Cypress Point Elementary School, I went to the main office of the school to see the assistant principal, Mrs. Dewitt. She could not make it to school on time, due to her having car troubles. The secretary told me she would notify her that I arrived and to set me. As I waited for Mrs. Dewitt, I noticed quite a few students having to call home due to violating the school dress code. Mainly it was more girls violating the dress code than boys. I am assuming from what I saw, the children only wore clothes that they saw the adults wore, or whatever their parents picked out for them. During this time, I noticed a little Asian or Hispanic boy being brought to school but he was supposed to be at home due to suspension. The secretary asked him “Why are you at school?” This young man told the secretary that his mother brought him to school. The secretary informed him that he needs to call his mother so that she

The months went by in a blink of an eye, and it was the last week of school. My classes for the rest of the week, we're watching a movie and eating pizza ,but only people who had a good

Smithton and Freeburg grade schools have always been rivals when playing junior high sports. Being a Smithton Cougar, I felt a rush of anxiousness before a game against the Freeburg Hornets no matter what sport: softball, basketball, or volleyball. At the time, basketball was my favorite sport; it was my favorite thing to do. Basketball games against Freeburg were one of the most stressful but exciting games I would play during my junior high career. I remember the nerves that never failed to come when tying my shoes and getting ready to play one of the toughest games of the season. Maybe they intimidated me a little, or the close proximity of our towns brought out those nerves. My heart raced with adrenaline. Part of the anxiousness came from

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.

My heart pounded against my ribs. My throat was dry, but I had no one to talk to through the harrowing experience that I had just endured. My backpack not only weighed down my body, but also my morale. I looked around, but there was nobody in sight. Purposefully twisted metal and bright green trees encompassed me. I knew where I was. But I was lost.

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

I went to Ebenezer Middle School in Rincon Georgia for all three years. By the time I had made it to middle school I had adjusted to uniforms and the new people in a new district.I was upset that the uniform shirts were now green, and I had grown used to the navy blue shirts from fifth grade. I was very excited to start switching classes more and I was ready to start playing an instrument. In middle school we had A days and B days. Everyday it switched between the two. Everyday you would still go to your main classes, but the fifth class would switch everyday. That fifth class was an elective, and I had band as one of them all four years. In eighth grade I had the option to do band everyday so obviously I chose to do that.

“First in State and District, the Lone Star Academic Challenge Champion is….Richland Elementary School!” Cheers and claps erupt through the crowd and I feel my heart pound. A ringing resounds through my head as everything slows down. I feel my body being dragged up the stairs by my teacher. A gold medal is placed on my head and rests on my shoulder, my hands are shook and I read the words “Congratulations” on the announcer’s lips. Speed returns to normal and it dawns on me: we won. My team won first place. I let out my delayed reaction of jumping up and down, screaming in delight as a smile graces my face. I feel a tap on my shoulder and my head turns so fast, I think I got whiplash. A Texas-shaped trophy is handed to me and my smile grows bigger as I rip the trophy from the announcer’s hands and wave it around, yelling, “We won!” over and over again.

I wait in the lobby of Edinboro Elementary for my younger brother, surrounded by vibrant colors, and drawings of what the children who attend there want to be when they grow up, coupled with adorably misspelled descriptions underneath. I walk over to glance at one, depicted is a squiggly-drawn superhero and underneath it reads“Wen i grow up i want to be A superhero.” It reminds me of how innocent and simple life is when you are young. Before I managed to read another poster I notice my brother running down the hall in his blue, Pokémon shirt, with a smile that spans from ear to ear, which could only mean that it is Friday. When we entered my car I ask him the usual, “How was your day? Did you have fun at school today? Did you learn anything

“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.”

How did I get in this position, freezing cold in a cemetery soaking wet in the rain digging up a coffin?Well, let’s start at the beginning.”OK Students here we are,the Greensberg cemetery!”Please be dutiful!”Miss Jennings said.You might be wondering why are the students of Greensberg Middle school in a cemetery?Well the mayor of Greens Berg just passed.Ah! Ever since Mayor Green has been gone all the people in town have been weeping their eyes out.Anyways,as soon as we got there we were given a tour of the place like we have never seen it before.When we got to the late Mayor’s grave, we stopped for a minute and then keep going.For some reason I stayed oh, did I mention he wasn’t even barred yet!CRAZY COOL RIGHT!I looked around to see

Throughout life, at any age and any occupation, one comes across a golden boy who seemingly coasts through life accumulating accolade after accolade while you work yourself into the ground to merely reach that level. During my time at Washington Elementary School, I was this golden boy, the student who was revered academically and boasted an elite behavioral record. However, with this comes a certain level of comfort and complacency that, because you are perceived as superior, makes extra effort seem redundant and and unnecessary to sustain success, and with every test that I aced with ease, my drive and competitive edge became duller and duller. Realistically how could a child have been motivated to put in effort to further improve if success seemed to be effortless?

In my junior of high school I volunteered, through the educational program Scholars, at a middle school called Tomas Rivera Middle School. As I already had experience tutoring students because of my position as a certified avid tutor in my middle school, I quickly became involved. I worked with students falling in mathematics and English learners. I was in charge of 2 distinct groups. The first, were 7th grade students in advanced algebra 1 and my second group was composed of 8th grade students in regular algebra 1. I worked with these dedicated students for a semester, almost every wednesday before I would go to school, for about an hour and 30 minutes.

I attended my entire schooling experience in Ashtabula Area City School District. When I was in school I always thought that we had a large heterogeneous 3402 students. After learning more about the AACS district, I learned that it is predominantly made up of a white/non-Hispanic (66.7%) population with Hispanic (13.9%), Multi-racial (11.4%), and students with disabilities (20.7%) making up other large portions of the enrollment. Although we do have different ethnicities that attend my district it is still primarily one ethnicity that makes up the district. Mobility of the students is another large factor in a districts statistics, for my district all students have a mobility rate of 11.2%. The top three highest mobility rates for Ashtabula’s

From the moment I began attending Wyandotte High School I gave my all in every activity that I got involved in. I threw myself into every project placed upon me, and anything I was tasked with. I came from an isolated home-schooled environment, and it was not until August of 2012 that I joined any public schooling system. The change was sudden as well as very different from what I was used.