Personal Narrative: My First Week At South Shades

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

The class began with a silent reading assignment from the next section in the text. While students read, the teacher individually checked in with each student to provide feedback on the previous nights homework. The homework assignment was to summarized the reading from the previous day in their own words. The teacher provided both positive and constructive feedback to all students, pointing out at least one successful aspect of their summary. This activity is very much in line with was the strategy of upgrading your interactive language discussed by Eric Jensen, “during every sing interaction with your students, make eye contact and affirm the good in them” (Jenson, 2013, p.25). If a student was missing an integral part of the story she would prompt them by recalling what was discussed before and provide textual evidence if necessary, and allow them to add to their response. She was very upbeat and supportive of the students, and her tone and language were both accessible and age appropriate. When giving instructions she used

Green, black and white, the colors we represented from kindergarten on. The pride we had for Southlake Carroll was indescribable. Our Friday nights consisted of the lights of the stadium and families who eat, sleep and breathe “The Tradition”. We were raised to become the Dragons or in my case the endless hours of training to become an Emerald Belle wasn’t an option, it was a lifestyle. Although Southlake is known for great academics the favoritism was very noticeable. I was spoiled with the leniency of the teachers who felt sympathy for my fourteen hour days. I got free passes and green lights, not gonna lie, it was pretty great. When I got hurt and my training to become the highly idolized Emerald Belle came to an end, so did the free passes.

There’s one decision that I’ve made that I’m still carrying out; meaning, I’m still not certain whether it was a good one or not. My decision was to come to Squaw Valley Academy. I did not want to go to my local high school as the education system wasn’t the best a couple years ago. It still isn’t but occasionally I wonder if I made the right choice. By going through with this decision I have changed a great deal. I have been at this school for almost two years now, and I’m definitely not the same person that arrived here. Going back home I realized how different I was from my old friends, and how much more mature I had become.

This is actually the first time i've felt welcomed in a school. Almost all the teachers are there to help and answer your questions if you have no clue but most importantly they are all there for the same reason and that reason is to help the students. All the teachers want to see the students succeed and improve. Honestly the location of the school is not the best but the teachers make the best out of it. The school recently invested in a safe security system and the school has many beautiful cesar chavez

When I was first hired I was told I would have 30 days from the start day to sign up for benefits. The date by which I had to sign up by was 03/20/16 a Sunday; I tried to get on, on the 03/18/16, but it would not let me. I called the helpline to get my password reset to gain access to the online portal; whenever I received access it said there were no available sessions for enrollment. My manager informed me to come in on Saturday 03/19/16 and he would help me further, he was not able to locate it either. He then informed me to make a benefits appeal, because I had tried to get enrolled before the cutoff date. I have two pictures, to show the information that was displayed and the date. Thank you for your time and

Today we are leaving Concord New hampshire. We are very upset because we loved our visit. We were packing up to leave. We walked down to go eat some breakfast. I got toast. After breakfast we went up stairs to get are stuff to leave. When we hopped in the car we looked out the window of the car.

I first worked for Summer at Saints last year, as a volunteer unsure of what this experience would entail. Between the first drop-off and the final pick-up, I was quickly impressed, and to some extent intimidated, by its ability to transform. The timid became unafraid, the wild became calm and the rancorous became kind. The experiences of being a volunteer, and seeing these children mature, even in the smallest ways, has been the most rewarding experience at Summer at Saints.

ASSIGNMENT: Set up some quiet time with a friend or family member and read your favorite chapter to them out loud. Then discuss the reading; find out what their thoughts and perceptions were. Write down responses in your journal. Also, think about how the language sounded as you spoke it.

Throughout my short life in Southern California, I have encountered a multitude of different natural disasters, strange weather patterns and a shift in climate. There have been three distinct phases of my life in which the occurrence of all of these can be found.

As of now I must have my parents turning in their graves with what I am doing now. I stood in a boxing ring in a room full of men that looked at me like I was their prey, the person they would feast on. Hungry looks cover the faces of the paunchy men. I was hired to dance for the men in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination; I was practically naked. Money was money and I really need the cash they are offering. But the fact that a good amount of cash would be coming my way, I was fearful of what would happen after I was done dancing. Black boys stood in front of the ring. Some with uncomfortable faces, others with the same expressions as the white men in the room. Soon enough, someone clicked play on a stereo and I began to dance.

When arranging my shadow experience, I looked to my supervisor for information regarding who to contact on the outreach team. I was given the name of an Occupational Therapist who could accommodate my learning experience, in which I emailed to set up an appropriate time upon approval from their manager. Due to time constraints, I was given the opportunity to do two home visits in the morning with clients that had been on the seventh-floor as inpatients. This was chosen to give me the experience of transition from the hospital to their home and the gaps within the system. Before going on my shadow experience, I made sure to get best practices and the job description of the individual being shadow’s job to help assist pre-job shadow time. The

My first week at Chowan was a “get use to it” experience. Check in day was pretty good, seeing my basketball teammates, meeting new people, and my eagerness to get in my dorm and get ready for the new journey ahead of me. The only bad part about checking in was moving in all my stuff. I brung about four trunks with me plus more stuff. Also, leaving my parents and other relatives was very sad. I’ve never seen my grandmother cry except for that day and it was really touching because my family has sacrificed so much for me to be where I am today, it’s a blessing. Coming into my room, it’s not as small as I thought it would be. My room is not big but it has pretty good room. My room is kind of what I expected; not too small but not too big. I just

When I visited Tulane in April, I immediately fell in love with the campus and the city of New Orleans. On the campus tour, I could feel the energy and excitement of the students who were laughing and talking on their way to their next class. The enthusiasm for learning expressed by my tour guide, a campus in the middle of one of the most vibrant cities in the US was absolutely contagious. As she explained the traditions that Tulane holds, such as the Crawfish Festival and how the Tulane Marching Band plays in the Mardi Gras Parades, I understood that Tulane is built on a foundation of strong relationships between many different kinds of people. I loved this energy making Tulane definitely a school and community that I want to be a part of.

Downtown Columbia is filled with restaurants, bars, and various cafes. Every turn leads to another street, another experience. Every corner is filled with the bustle of a restaurant or the night-life of a bar. Each person is on their own journey, their own walk. Every car is passing through or just stopping by. Each meal is a subjective experience, for every person, every mouth. Each bite, each sip, each breath is independent from the first. Each restaurant is different from the next, each culture is distinctive.