Personal Narrative: My Life As A Preschool

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 August of 2008, I went to Eureka Community Nursery School. The very first day of school for me, now it would be as easy as counting to three.

Little by little, children finish their meals and get ready for naptime. The children dump the remainder of their milk in the same sink where they wash their hands. Slowly children go lie down on their own. One of the TSS’s turns off the lights on that side of the room. Kayla puts on a rest time cd and goes to start cleaning up the kitchen. I ask what kind of music is playing but Kayla is not sure. Alyssa gets blankets for any children who need them. Kayla tells her the children only get their blanket if they are settled down. Seeing the children start to fall asleep I get ready to leave. Saying goodbye to Kayla and Alyssa, thanking them for their time.

Life is crazy and unpredictable, in 10 years I would love to see myself owning my own daycare. Opening up my own daycare has always been a dream of mine. I will be married to who I am engaged to now, my fiancé Alexander Wiertzema and I hope we have at least three children. With having this many children, I plan on being a stay-at-home mother and owning my own daycare business. We will buy at building in downtown Little Rock, Iowa and name the daycare center Teyha’s Tots. I would love for my daycare business to grow and have people work under me. There is only one other daycare center in Little Rock, so I know I won’t have much competition, there is a high demand for daycare in that town.

Walking nervously into my first day of working at Westfield Child Center was a defining moment that ultimately impacted my life in a way in which it would never go back to the way it once was. I can clearly remember it was a place filled with children’s excitement and staff who seemed to be a part of their own family. Everyone was extremely friendly and greeted me with open arms, however, it still did not diminish my feeling of ostracism. Whenever anyone enters a new setting, it is normal to feel excluded immediately. These feelings are natural and expected due to the lack of knowledge we have on the people in general, how the facility itself is run, and learning our place to fit into their little community. As time progressed, I found this place to be very

As I begin my internship at Playhouse Cooperative Nursery. It is important for me to analyze my character in order to know where I need to make changes from within. Additionally, it is important to remember my strengths in character as a way to help and guide me towards success throughout the course of the internship and the seminar. For the majority of people it not easy to acknowledge the faults and strengths in their characters because they do not wish to be seen as too weak or too cocky. I for one had this mentality for most of my young adult years before I realized that I dramatically needed to make changes in my attitude and in my lifestyle. I suppose this realization has added to my overall self-awareness, which I think will be beneficial

2:When i was in kindergarten i was play with my dog in the back yard and ran to the porch at my old house and my dog jumped on me i tripped on his water bowl and fell on a tractor blade as i was falling i hit the blade and it went through my lip i started to bleed everywhere my dad heard me screaming and pulled me off the tractor blade and got me inside my mom who's a nurse came running with a rag to stop the bleeding on the ride there i lost enough blood to cover my dads trucks floor when we got there i was rushed to the emergency room to get stitches it took five people to pin me down when i got out of the hospital i could only drink smoothies for four weeks

I wake up in the morning to go out hunting. After grabbing a washcloth I go into the bathroom and wash my face with warm water. The warmth of the water warms my body and I am wide awake. I go down the hall into the room where my family keeps our hunting clothes. The room has a coolness to it. After putting my clothes on I grab my gun and head out the door. It is the crisp cool morning of November 5th. Driving to the meadow to go to my stand I saw nothing. I get out of the truck tell my dad good luck and I start walking on the side of the woods. Hearing the frost crack and crunch as I am walking. Entering the woods the sound of leaves rustling under my feet. I reach my stand, hook my rifle to the tow string and climb up the stand. The freezing

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!

In my family, I am the youngest. I have an older brother and sister, along with my mother and father. My brother is five years older than I am and recently graduated college. My sister will start her second year of college at Drexel in September. My mother is a dialysis technician and my father is a social worker.

According to this sibling birth order I would be consider myself to the oldest, I am the oldest out of all three of my

As a child, I was a pill and a half. I know this now, and looking back it sure does make for some good stories. I started being a little shit early on—telling my dad I preferred lying to the truth because, in my own words, the truth was too boring. I’d like to formally dedicate my mischievous ways to my love of reading, it was a guiding force in my imagination running wild and me being one of the most opinionated kids in preschool. I did what I wanted and I charmed, finessed, and lied my way out of trouble. I’d also like to formally thank my love of reading for that time I stepped on Charlie Aubil’s head so I could get to the new Clifford book. But before your eyes get wide, I want you to know that I, as a responsible four-year-old in a bright

Ah day cares, a place that provides a safe environment for children between the ages of six and ten to do their homework while building upon the relationships they share with their peers. A place for parents to keep their children until they get off work. It seems like a tranquil getaway for adolescents. But that’s not always the case. I have had first hand experience with the difficulties of maintaining order in a day care. I started working at Healthy U, a daycare at our local rec center for two years now, and I have observed the different types of booger eating monsters that have darken the door of the main entrance. Many times I want to pull my hair out but other times you just have

A well-known nursery has bright colorful and designed walls, drawers are filled with little onesies that make up the planned attire for the new born, and have wooden cribs with toys hanging from above. But, mine had plain, pasty white walls, I wasn’t wearing onesies, and my heating cubical had wires above my head instead of musical toys. This was my nursery and I couldn’t have been happier, despite being in and out of a hospital for the first four years of my life.

I was born into my family as the middle child. I’m not the take charge, do it yourself, first born leader, like my oldest brother is: or the spontaneous, outgoing, nosy princess, like my older sister: and definitely not the outspoken, unashamed, baby of the family like my younger brother. No, I am the middle child. The mystery child. The one who is still trying to find my place in the world.