Personal Narrative Of A Teacher

I known about Rutgers New Brunswick through friends of mine who a Herd the University. They told me that Rutgers undergraduate degree programs are comprehensive and include a spectrum of majors. When I read about Rutgers, I found that Rutgers is truly impressive because of the way that the faculty, students, and community help to create an environment that celebrates dreams, empowers aspiration, and supports individual efforts. I also like Rutgers because they pair college degrees with experience. So, at Rutgers, I will take classroom instruction to a higher level through personal attention and hands-on experience.

Throughout my educational experience I noticed the discrepancies with regard to the advantages my peers possessed. In high school as I began exploring what career I wished to pursue, I experienced inferiority as my classmates who’ve taken the ACT three times, visited college campuses, and have had resumes ready since the 6th grade unintentionally mocked my lack of college-readiness. However, my ignorance wasn’t intentional, my parents never reached a high school education in Mexico, they couldn’t pass down SAT tips or acquire internship opportunities for me. I realized it's vital to pick up the pace to avoid being left in the dust akin to countless others in my situation. Henceforth, this statement resonates with my experience, I interpreted

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

“We have plummeted to rock bottom,” fumed our soccer coach. Rock bottom. My D.A.R.E officer described a lifelong drug addict with the same connotation. The words alluded to a record of disappointment, a voice of inadequacy, and a future of uncertainty. And they stung because it was sadly very true. We invested a grueling preseason and procrustean training sessions just to lose every single game in the tournament. Despite the blood stained socks, bruised shins, and sweat drenched hair in addition to our aching muscles from yesterday’s arduous games, we still could not produce a single win. Effort was obviously not the issue; minor errors or lapses of concentration were the deciding factors in every result, and it was disheartening to botch a potentially successful weekend of soccer. My head hung low as our coach continued to ramble about the looming threats of Sisyphean fitness and possible cuts.

I was surprised when I learned that I didn’t have only one mentor, but I had three mentors. I was anxious as to who was going to be my mentor and felt scared that I wouldn’t be able to create a connection. One of my mentors had work that day, so I had to arrive a little earlier to have a quick talk. I thought this was going to be my only mentor but it wasn’t. I also, have Dani Barajas and Adrian Camacho as mentors.

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

Henry Ford, said, “Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young.” For years, I thought I was just too old to return to school. However, for 20 years, I’ve worked in a career that provided great financial stability, but it never brought happiness. When I was laid-off, I made the decision to not return to the corporate world; instead, I started my process of becoming a successful counselor and motivational speaker. Spending time with my family and doing what makes me happy are my overall goals in life. So here I am forty-one and enrolled

I was then able to interview the general teachers, she is a substitute teacher in the classroom covering a maternity leave, and was recently graduated from college. As I mentioned before there is no special education teacher in the classroom. I was able to ask her several questions and to my understanding most of the help she get is from the school team support, she said there is always someone around to answer any of her questions and doubts about the students who have an IEP. She has learned to use a lot of verbal prompt with those students, to maintained order among the students she said she remind them about the classroom rules. To explore learning opportunities she stated that like to do open lesson where most of the times students communicate

This is my 6th year at Mckeel Academy! I am certified in math 5-9, Social Sciences 6-12, k-6 Elementary, Middle Grades Integrated, and K-12 Art. I graduated from USF with a degree in Interdisciplinary Social Sciences. I've had the pleasure of interacting with Trynelle throughout every year of her high school career. During her freshman year, I taught her Algebra 1 Honors and the years following she returned to be my Teacher's Assistant as well as take my Creative Photography course in her junior year.

Working with a student was harder that I thought it would be. I picked a child that was only 8 year’s old, who just came to the United States about 3 years ago, and doesn’t know much English. I wanted to see how hard it would be working with a student who doesn’t speck a countrys native language, and it turned out to be difficult. The student that I've picked her name was Mary Sefein, she was born in Egypt, and came when she was only 5 years old. When I first sit down with her I asked her “how hard it would be to be in school with other student who doesn’t speak the same language as you?”. She replied back and said “I hate it, I wish I could go back to my country where I was able to play with my friend, because here nobody want to play with

My substitute teacher, Mrs. Johanson, was awesome. We were My class was lucky that our real teacher, Mrs. Vanderlip, was having a baby. If she didn’t we wouldn’t have helped our school. Anyway, Mrs. Johanson was cool. She challenged us to the point that we chose the challenge over the easy. She pushed us to be our best and to have fun doing it. She did get us side tracked just a bit but then she got us caught up by the end of the week, sometimes we’d even been ahead of the other classes. She was awesome.

I have nothing right now in my life that is holding me back from receiving my degree. Now I can focus on what need to be. I can get all my assignments in on time, and do all my homework in a timely manner. Also the fact that at CCU it’s different as to where at the last school you had to login three times a week, but now I don’t have to login three times I can just do everything that needs to be done in one day. That really works well with my work and at home schedule. With my new job I know my work schedule three weeks in advance, so I’ll be able to map out the day I can do my work with school, and I’ll be able to manage my work load. I will know what days and times I will set aside to get my school done, and homework, and when to study. By looking back in the past and knowing some of the things that held me back from receiving my degree I know what works for me and what don’t work for me. Now I will be more focus on what I have been trying to do which is my goal and that is to be one of the first one’s in my family to receive a

I was once employed as a tutor by a community college, and one of our responsibilities was to tutor a group of high school students. One of the high school students I tutored was also of Hispanic ethnicity who had to move to Tennessee due to his family being displaced by a hurricane. The student was unable to concentrate at home due to them having a chaotic living environment because of too many individuals living in the student’s home. This led to disorganized and disruptive behaviors by the student, and eventually to academic struggles. Though my role as a tutor did not allow me to talk to the family as a group, I did coordinate with the high school counselor regarding the student’s behavior and the counselor eventually brought the family

When I think about teachers that I have had in the past, several different ones come to my mind. Each of these educators stands out in my mind for a variety of diverse reasons. Whether it is their sense of humor, their tactfulness, their love of the subject matter, their fanatical and sporadic behavior, or their yearning to be childish themselves, I can still remember at least one quality of every teacher I have ever encountered. Every one of these teachers conveyed subject material to their students just as they were educated and employed to do. However, I trust that every professional in the world has an abundance of opportunity for improvement; teachers could discover and improve themselves merely by having

Why am I a teacher? When I was a child I always had to pretend play school with my friends and I always had to be the teacher. My mom was a preschool teacher at the local day care center and I grew up seeing her cut bulletin boards and plan lessons. My best friend in middle school 's mom was also a teacher. I never wanted to be anything else and didn 't really have a back up plan if this teaching thing didn 't work out. In this paper I will take you on a journey through my educational years in elementary school and middle school, my time high school, delve into my time in college and then into my career as a teacher.