Personal Narrative: My Second Grade Classroom

I went to three different middle schools. The first middle school I went to was Baldwin Arts and Academics Magnet. This was probably the best middle school out of the three. I had the most and best friends. They were all different, and they loved and understood me. The two things I hated about Baldwin were the stairs and the miles our P.E. Coach would make us run. The teachers were sweet for the most part, and even though I didn't do well because I wasn't accustomed to magnet school, they helped me as much as they could. The transition from public school to magnet school proved too tough for me, so I had to go to another school.

Back when in the day when I went to Lincoln Intermediate schools my group of friends was nothing but trouble, they used to trash the bathrooms, sneak out of class, and even get into fights. In math class 5th grade with Mrs.Rozen we always had the ability at the end of class to go down to the commons and take a bathroom break and sit down there for a little bit. One time we had class like normal but we had a sub and no one was behaving, she let us go down to take our daily bathroom break in the commons and that is when everything fell apart. At that very moment in time I was sitting in the commons waiting and when I went into the bathroom it was a disaster there was soup everywhere on the walls, on the mirror and even in the stalls. Our sub soon found out and everyone in the bathroom at that time got in trouble.

When at Park Hill Elementary School I was placed in a kindergarten class with Mrs. Maes. When I first entered the class, the environment was warm and inviting. All the students were interested in what the teacher was saying. After the teacher was done taking, she introduced me to the class and mentioned to the children to be on their best behavior and show their school ROAR. ROAR is a set of school wide rules that all the students follow. Throughout the day most of the students followed these rules, but some students did act out. The teacher proceeded to deal with each situation according to the student. It seemed like the teacher had specific rules to her class in addition to the school wide rules. In the class there was a student teacher,

Sixth grade the first year of middle school. Some think it will be really hard and some think it will be a piece of cake. For me the first few days are going pretty good. I’ve got all my classes down. There are no mean teachers. Plus, the homework is extremely easy and there is not a lot.

I got here at sixth grade late so seventh grade was a full year of Rudyard for me.Almost all my friends were bad influence they would smoke and go do bad things. I was starting to be apart of that group. My main friends in 7th and 9th grade were Eric, Jarrod, and Josh we used to play Xbox all the time I usually never left my house. I was a really cocky student I would never do any work I had all zeros and I used to go to etc all the time. So I wasn’t a very liked student. I dated sam in the eighth grade and I only texted her cause I was too busy playing video games with my friends. Long story short I broke up with her in a text.

Throughout my day at Centennial Elementary School, I was able to observe and “get my feet wet” in two different special education classrooms. I found both of these experiences to be extremely beneficial as I learned about the specific special education programs offered, saw what a normal day looks like, and watched the students and teachers work through the material together.

One fateful morning in Bear Creek Intermediate School, I was printed out of blue paper. I was made with the main words of Band, Choir, Drama, and Art. I was to be passed out to a random student in the school. They were to choose which I should be. I was stacked on top of other papers that were also newly printed and to be passed out to the children.

I remember the first time I ever went to elementary school and I was scared out my mind. I really didn't want to go. I tried to run out but my uncle chip grabbed me before i could make it out the school. School was fun but I always wanted to stay home and chill.I didn't recall any favorite moments in elementary school.

Fifth grade was a new year for everyone. Everyone starting to try being something they aren’t. I became really close with four friends in fifth grade, Alexis, Maya, Sadie, and Sophia. Sophia and I were born on the same day, in the same hospital, in a connected room, with only forty-one minutes between our births. We became friends in first grade, we were both in Mrs. Emerick’s class, then we were both some of the smartest and everyone asked us for help on classwork. Then our friendship came to a standstill for second-grade to the beginning of fifth grade. In fourth grade, in Penn Wynne Singers (chorus) Maya and I had assigned seats next to each other. We made each others’ acquaintance and gradually became friends that way. I was introduced

Since I started my college, the pattern that continuously happening is sitting in the front row of the class. It was happened in my life when I was in the elementary school, but it wouldn’t stay that long, which I moved to the last row of the class. One day, my friend contacts me to improve my pattern by starting to sitting in front by giving good advices, and it works on it. I used Skinner theory, operant conditioning, to support my pattern. I also used the positive and negative reinforcement example to describe my pattern briefly. While, by sitting in the front row, I start to improve my grades by giving attention to the teachers and listen carefully.

My experiences with children in educational institutions and pursuit of becoming an elementary education teacher have enlightened me in discovering effective ways to read to and with children. When I work with kids, I review and select a book that is developmentally and cognitively appropriate for their age. Before I read the book to the kids, I read it to myself and see the message of the author and I generate potential questions to ask the students. Often, I ask students if they are familiar with a certain vocabulary word or if they have experienced an event that occurred in the story. I like to relate the content in the story to the students, so that they can comprehend better and learn from the story skills that will benefit them in the

I was scared. Scared of failure, scared of being laughed at. Throughout kindergarten and elementary school, people would say “Konichiwa” when they saw me or tease me because I was Asian. Then, just when I transferred to a new school, I was picked on again. I knew they were joking, but their comments affected me. I told my mom that I didn’t want to go to school anymore, but it was said in vain. The thought that maybe interacting with people wasn’t the best idea became increasingly favorable and soon enough, I put up my walls. I would never be the first to initiate social interaction, they would have to approach me. Even then, I wouldn’t say much. I was safe; this method was not harmful, but it was not beneficial either.

When I first entered fifth grade, I was excited, but by the end of the day, my teacher talked to me about skipping a grade. I thought that skipping a grade was exciting. I would get to be with my best friends and be treated older. At my first day as a sixth grader, I felt great, a little behind, but I felt that this is where I belong. Those feelings soon changed as the school year progressed.

It was my first time ever going to the principal’s office. I never broke any rules, and this was suppose to be fun. This was never suppose to end like this. It was late in the day, almost summer, I was a 5th grader at Eader Elementary School when I made my big mistake.

My favorite 8 grade lesson was when we dissected cow eyes. I liked this because we got to learn how the eye works step by step. Each group got to go their own pace and we each got to dissect part of the eye. I also liked it because it was pretty gross and and I wasn’t expecting what would come out of it. Dissecting the eye was very interesting because you got to see all the parts of the eye and how small some can be or even how some parts of the eye are just little holes. While we were dissecting the eye, I was surprised by how touch some of the pieces are. When we were trying to cut the eye in half we had a really hard time cutting through the muscle and fat. After we cut through one part of the eye, a bunch