Personal Narrative: The Classroom

I believe that the fundamental goal of teaching is to provide a safe environment that allows students to meet their fullest potential in every aspect of their life. My job as an educator is to meet each child’s unique needs in a way that allows them to feel safe and secure to share ideas and take risks when it comes to their own education. I believe that as a teacher I should act as a guide to students’ learning rather than a dictator to it. I also believe that a child’s natural curiosity should direct their learning and impact what they choose to do. The final aspect that I believe is a must have in the classroom is a respect for all people and things. As a role-model for the students, I must show them how

I have been attending the Key for three years now, and these past three years have been the highlight of my life. In addition, if I didn’t attend this school, my whole life would have unraveled in a negative way. The Key School is a sanctuary for dyslexics; the faculty here teach strategies so you can comprehend practically anything. The Key is a great place for making new friends and discovering unseen talents. My first year attending the Key was in fifth grade; it was extremely difficult to adjust to the Key School environment. My second year in sixth grade was a great year for transitioning to middle school with its complex environment. Finally, this year, seventh grade, is without doubt the best year of them all. In conclusion, the Key School is an amazing place to learn new material, and the Key is the determinator how successful I’m in life.

The class I am tutoring is a 3rd grade classroom at Palmers Elementary. Mrs Keri Shivle is the teacher of the classroom. I tutor Tuesday from 12:30 to 1:30pm. The times i'm in the classroom the students are always reading or doing an language art activity. The times i have been in the classroom i been working with three students. One is Jakiey and Lavonta and sometimes i work with Angeli. I do different things with them such as helping them with homework or reading to them and then having them read it back to me. We also play games such as vocabulary ones, phonics.

Students started to pile in and I started to get more nervous. She quickly showed me my seat next to a girl who was absolutely gorgeous. She has long dirty blonde hair, and the fleekiest eyebrows I have ever seen. I sat down and we exchanged smiles. "Hey, I'm GiGi." I looked at her, still smiling, and introduced myself. "I'm Emerson, I'm new, well obviously." She laughed, "Where are you from?" I took off my backpack, and sighed, "Uhm, Wisconsin. It was a huge move. My dads job moved him out here. It's so different, much bigger than my school." She nodded and opened her mouth to say something, but the bell rang and students sat down.

I got a 68% percent on a history test. My teachers, even some of the teachers that I favor dearly, look at me with their mean and vicious eyes. I try to greet them in the nicest and sweetest way as I can but never get the genuine reply I want. I go to some of my classmates to talk to them about my struggle until I realized I don’t have my go-to friend. That was my life 2015 was the year when I finally got into a prestigious private school called Collegiate School, having just transferred from a public school. The common wisdom that people had been that private school’s curriculum was more hectic and more difficult than that of a public school’s. It did not take long for me to notice that there was truth to that saying.

Have you ever got the feeling like your life starts from here. When I enter these doors, a new beginning and fresh start. This feeling happened to me in the end of sophomore year. I thought freshmen year was my start though, a new start from a game I’ve been losing since 6th grade. School years have always felt like a videogame to me. My game was always paused in Summer and unpaused by September. Back to the crappy spot I saved in last year. Freshmen year a new school, new amigos, my chance to be in graphic arts. Unfortunately, I didn’t get many friends( I literally don’t talk to a single person I did freshmen year ) , and i didn’t do graphics by the end of the year because of a quick decision to pick Communications. It all started with my

As a maturing student, I have come to realize there are things that can not be taught to you. Sometimes the lessons can only be grasped if they are self discovered. No matter how basic the lesson may seem, after you learn it, it is something that is bound to change your perception looking forward. For me, that now obvious lesson is however much effort I put into something, I am bound to see equivalent results.

To be completely honest, I had no thoughts on what the course may be like I was just positive that I wouldn’t like it. I was ready to wash my hands of the class before it had even begun. But, again, being completely honest, it had nothing to do with the class itself, but rather my own attitude regarding my schooling so when it officially began and assignments were handed out, I struggled without a doubt. I will freely admit I lacked motivation and proper self-discipline – I wanted for the year to be over and I was all right with brushing by to wait it out. Throughout the whole semester, it is entirely up to each individual to take responsibility of their own actions and achieve goals on their own motivation. Eventually, the class forced you

I am choosing to use their newsletters that was created for my second grade classroom. This newsletter shows how I worked collaboratively with my cooperating teacher to create a newsletter to send home to my student’s parents. I wanted to introduce myself, and explain what I would be doing in the second grade room. I made a meaningful connection to parents by explaining who I was, and what I was going to be teaching their children. I also worked with other teachers and the principals to put important dates on my newsletter. Although my newsletter did not have any standards, I met the WV teaching standard under standard 5. It was not difficult once I talked it through with my cooperating teacher. My cooperating teacher explain to me that I had

I knew right away Ms. Melby led a very student-oriented classroom. She had the desks not set in rows, but facing each other in a circle, so all the students and even the teacher can learn and talk together face-to-face. The first day I met Ms. Melby, she was sitting among the students, and both she and the students voice their own thoughts on the topics they learned. She taught an English class for all four levels of high schools. I sat in a corner, watching them be together in one group, each student asked for their opinion. They were reading To Kill a Mockingbird, but she was more focused on experiences they faced rather than read word for word. It was all set in a progressive classroom.

I sat nervously on my chair, fiddling with my new sharpened pencils. First days of school were hardly any fun for me, I never enjoyed them. Mrs.Perryman, my new fourth grade teacher, walked in with a cheeky smile and a big black bow on her head. She pulled out a white piece of paper, and immediately my heart started to thump out of my chest. My breath hitched and it felt as if everything was slowing down. “Well goodmorning class, and welcome to a new school year! Let’s start off with attendance shall we?” This was the most dreadful part of the day, I wasn’t looking forward to this, knowing every teacher I had always misspronounced my name. “G-Glendale? I’m so sorry if I say it wrong. If I do, please feel free to correct me.” My eyes widened in shock and astonishment. For the very first time, a teacher pronounced my name perfectly without me having to correct them. I looked down and nodded my head shyly, indicating that she read it right.

There are times, in an educator’s span of lesson plans, where a great idea just does not work out as you plan it in your head. This was one of those times. I have been conducting my field experience for the ECE program I am enrolled in, at Merryhill School. Now I knew Merryhill created their own curriculum. I had no idea that they would ever say no to an inspiring student teacher wanting to teach a fun lesson. However, they did not say no, they just ignored me and did not respond to any inquiries. So by the good gracious of Ms. Ramsey, our instructor for ECE240: Nature, Numbers, and Technology, I was able to teach my lesson with my church’s youth group. A class on Wednesday evenings, made up of 3 three year olds, 2 five year olds, and a six year old, six children in total. Before I even set up for the lesson, I spoke to the parents of the youth group, before prior to the lesson. Each parent

Personal Teaching Persona Description: If I were to choose four words to describe my current teaching persona, I would choose approachable, responsive, flexible, and open. To exhibit those behaviors to students in an online class, I have to take some of the things I do in a F2F class and “tweak” them.

New with my observation is that I feel as though my target child has become a lot more comfortable around me and is continually coming to me and asking me to play with him and to help him with various activities. With him being more comfortable around me it has made for a more natural environment and feel for my observations and seems to be more comfortable when he knows that I am observing him or talking with him for various observations. Something else that is new with my observations is that the children in the class actually refer to me now as a teacher. They know their two normal teachers in the class but they now think of me as a third teacher and when I come in the classroom as me why I was not there the day before or when I will

First day of school for the new term, I woke up with a burning passion. I cannot wait to enrol in the art class, anxious to see the beautiful face of Miss Sophia, eager to prove my ability in Miss Rina’s subject. With all these positivity, I arrived at school twenty minutes earlier. I never this early. Skipping my breakfast at home, something called me to have it in the cafeteria of the school, I don’t know why, but that was what I did that morning. When I arrived, many students were already there, hang out at the cafe while waiting for class to begin. I prefer to sit in a corner, where I can see all the every angle clearly. Nothing really interesting beside the coffee that I sip. A group of girls then came and sat at a table near me. Five of them. Pretty. Trendy Voguish. Whatever they name it, to me it’s too much. Simply too much. But there is one of them who caught my eyes. The simplest among the other who threw me a friendly smile. I never saw her, or most likely, I never noticed. Usually, I will buy me coffee and enjoy it with a cigarette under the tree or behind the building. Conversely, I smiled back at her. A moment later, a butch came and joined the group. A new face, I'm sure, because people like me can be counted with the fingers at this school. She kissed the cheek of every girl in the group and took place next to the girl who smiled at me just now. They looked very cherish talking and occasionally bursting laughter. Tired of the noise, I took my backpack and