Personal Narrative: My Tutor

With the tutor, well, it seems the tutor is more of a crutch.” (Tyler 191). The irony of a tutor supposedly having the most positive influence on a young adult becomes the complete opposite. Student’s comprehend the idea of learning adults can possess a negative influence which makes it important to learn not to rely or use adults

Now I am in many advanced classes and do very well in them without any help. The reason I do well in school currently is because I put substantial amounts of time challenging myself to do better. I did very well on state testing last year scoring, 4 on the A.P. Human Geography exam and a 487/500 on the Biology exam (check bio score). I know I can achieve greater academic success

Because I was so focused on getting the help I needed to be successful in college, I was willing to learn the material on my own from the 9th and 10th grade AVID course to join the class as a junior. Before AVID, I did not have a strong passion to learn because I was not engaged in class. However after learning how to take organized notes and to ask in depth questions, I developed a desire to learn new academic concepts. I challenged my learning capabilities by enrolling myself in difficult AP and Honors courses offered at my high school. These classes would also prepare me for studying at the collegiate level.

It was important to me as a tutor that every driven individual understood the material taught in class. After several weeks of tutoring, I noticed many students struggled to complete their assignments simply because they did not have the assistance available at home. I came to a solution by connecting with them through

I find myself reading this short paragraph over and over(above). My topic sentence makes me happy and proud. Going back to school was the best thing I have done. I chose to talk about going back to school to the “future employer” because it shows I am motivated as well as dedicated. This class has brought a lot to my attention. The mannerism that is expected in the “business world” is to speak and write well. It is extremely important to know how to write (type) a meaning full and proper paper whether it is for school or work. I have noticed a great impact in my vocabulary and writing skills. My boss told me on Monday he is impressed with the new docs I typed up for our new clients (with no help from him). I was not excited about this class

Let’s start off with a little bit about myself. Growing up, I had the need to be independent of my parents since about 5th or 6th grade. During this time, I’m sure my thoughts were “I am a mature young adult, who knows what is best for myself. I don’t need someone dictating my life for me!” So, in order to achieve and keep this independence, I had to take higher level courses and keep high grades. Over the years though, my reasoning for taking harder classes turned from “I need to do this for myself” to something more along the lines of “All my friends are taking these classes”. In the end, my stubbornness and social anxiety prompted me to take AP classes

To begin, this experience was amazing. I learned so much about children’s literacy, and I even saw growth in the 4 weeks I worked with my student, which also made this experience rewarding. I believe this tutoring experience helped me as a future teacher, but also helped the student I was tutoring. At the beginning of the program the student struggles greatly with fluency, all the aspects of it. The student stumbled over words, read words that were not there, had trouble “thinking out” words, and read with no prosody. The first week was spent getting to know the child and what troubles the child faced when reading. Once the second week came around we worked on a phonics review of beginning and ending blends. The student seemed to know the beginning blends but struggled with the ending blends so we spent

I listened in class and asked questions, but it seemed like nothing was helping, and every night I would spend hours struggling just to try to do the homework that had been assigned. That’s when I knew I needed to get extra help that would soon change my life.

During my tutoring session on Monday I was not able to get through everything that I had planned. I do not know if it was because my student was late getting out of lunch or because he was nervous having Emily there to observe our tutoring session. Even though it did not go as planned, it all worked out the way it was supposed to. I started the session by going over sight words with my buddy. We went over seven of the sight words that he missed last week. These words were: fast, found, which, gave, call, made, and these. The only two words that he missed were made and these. After going over the sight words, I gave my student a sticker and told him how proud I was of him. This week my buddy said that he wanted to read a dinosaur book, luckily

I took the course load our advisors strictly discouraged, and any free time I had become dedicated to my volunteer work in assisted living homes and nonprofit organizations, and my work as a tutor for those that just could not fit the tutor schedule provided by the university. I earned perfect grades and hundreds of hours of community service experience. Yet, for all my achievements, I would have never made it this far without the support of my family, who dealt with my three AM freakouts over projects. My instructors, who listened to my theoretical rants and gave me an opportunity to expand my practical knowledge and the students that I have tutored over the last five semesters who allowed me to refine that

Little did I expect, however, that this ego boost would be so short-lived. As my classes became more demanding and academic achievements were no longer something I could take for granted, I found it challenging to ask for assistance amidst this period of downfall. As a result, my grades plummeted all the way to a dreaded D.

Writing is an important part of our lives. Regardless what profession who chose to get a degree in, writing is essential for you to succeed. I have always wanted to be a coach in high school for basketball. In order for me to achieve this, I must also be a teacher. I chose to interview a close family friend that is currently a teacher in Ector County. I went up to the school where she is currently a teacher at and met her after her classes were over for the day. I wanted to make sure she was in a comfortable environment so that she could feel at ease.

I originally began college with the intent to become a doctor. As classes became harder I began tutoring my classmates. My sophomore year I was given the opportunity to be a part of a tutoring program started by the educational department. This tutoring program was like no other. We partnered with the neighboring elementary school to hold tutoring sessions for the students and their parents. We were responsible for teaching the parents the content as well as fun activities for them to do at home with their children. There was one mother who came to every session. All of her children had a learning disability and she had only completed 8th grade. Her children struggled with Math and Science. I remember her bursting into tears because her children

Teachers were feared and at the same time held in high esteem and considered gods. Gods in the sense that they were our superiors and approaching them had to be done in utmost respect. My third grade teacher, Mrs. Stewart, took her job seriously but did not understand that each child learn differently and at different pace. When a skill was taught in class it was understood that the entire class learn that skill at the same rate. When I was in the third grade, my teacher Mrs. Stewart instructed us to write about out plans for the upcoming summer vacation. I had no problems writing about my plans because I spent every summer vacation with my grandmother. I came across a word I could not spell. It was her rule that if we could not spell a word, we were allowed to look it up in the dictionary since we had recently received a lesson on how to use the dictionary. I reached for the class’s dictionary but could not find the word or

A few years ago I began to work extensively with the Nevada Childhood Cancer Foundation (NCCF), first as a tutor, then later as a liaison for my high school. From two years of one-on-one study sessions, alone in a classroom, I could fill a book with memoirs of families rocked by medical expenses that, without NCCF, threatened to bankrupt every person I met—children and adults sacrificing their prom, their college fund, their 401k, to the untrumpable cause of their son’s-daughter’s-brother’s-sister’s-niece’s-nephew’s-grandchild’s health. As a tutor, it was my job to help any student put before me to understand whatever had gone over their head in school; as a person, it was my job to let them cry for the first few minutes after the door of the classroom closed behind them when, for a moment, they didn’t have to bear the weight of so many worlds. It was my job to let them talk