Personal Narrative: The Fifth Student Learning Objective

School can teach you how to read, write, multiply or divide, but it won’t teach you how to handle death, work, or life outside the classroom. Some people can handle these situations, but others struggle for days, months, or even years. A life changing moment can teach you something for the good or the bad.

As my high school years were coming to an end, all anyone could talk about was college. Where they were going, what state they would be a resident in, and what they would major in, what campus they would be visiting that weekend. I, however, thought I had it all under control. I thought that when my Senior year came by it would all fall in to place. That's crazy, right? The shows that I grew up watching did not have to deal with this. That is when expectation went out the window and reality kicked me in the butt. I had five months left to start applying to colleges and looking in to different campuses that offered my dental hygiene program. Lucky for me, my community college had a two year program.

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

In this class, I have learned many new skills to improve my writing, and I have also learned new grammar rules. In regards to my writing, I have learned the importance of freewriting when beginning to write a paper. Additionally, I now know to allow ample time for revising and editing because I can look at my work critically for mistakes and make necessary changes. Furthermore, I have learned about grammar rules such as pronoun-antecedent agreement. This rule is something that I know subconsciously, but being made aware of it has allowed me to find mistakes I make more often.

Physics has been both a challenging and deeply beneficial course. The reason this course has been difficult for me isn’t because it is an AP class. It also isn’t because I am only a sophomore, my age has no real impact in this instance. This class has been difficult for me because it presented several ideas in ways I had never challenged before. It has truly made me question my way of thinking and has opened up my eyes to the world around me. Some of the things I’ve learned in class I’ve already observed before but never knew why. Other things I’ve been blind to and finding out the truth gives me a whole new perspective. I have had to retrain my brain out of its misconception of reality. Learning something entirely new is easy. The real challenge occurs when you have to forget what you thought you knew and replace it with something entirely different.

The 6 point grading scale along with my erratic home life has made it challenging to get good grades. My mom is an alcoholic. Her drinking became really atrocious in 8th grade through my junior year. She went to get help at a treatment center at the beginning of my sophomore year. When she got back, she relapsed several times during the next year, but in the middle of my Junior year she drank for the last time and has not touched alcohol since. The drinking and having an autistic brother put an enormous amount of stress on my parents marriage and they ended up getting a divorce in 10th grade. I lived with my mom and saw my dad just a few hours a week maybe less for the next few years. I was forced to grow up quicker than most kids because

I was sitting at my desk my in the second grade class. It was a regular day just like any other day. With the regular teacher, the regular lessons, the regular student, and the regular words the students said. They would never talk about what the teacher wanted us to talk about but what second grader does? They would talk about movies they watched recently and music they were into that day. But what happened when they learned that I watched a different movie? What happened when I didn't like the music they did? What happened when I had my own ideas and didn't blindly follow whatever they thought was cool like a trained puppy? I was stupid. I was dumb. I couldn't function like a normal person. I would never be important. No one would ever like

When I first think of education making an impact on my life, my immediately goes to the teacher that inspired me to pursue the field of education: Mr. Quesenberry. The truth is, I never expected to enjoy his 8th grade Civics class. Though I had many wonderful social studies teachers before 8th grade, each year history was always one of my least favorite subjects, and I expected Civics to be the same. Before I took his class, I thought that the government was just a bunch of old rich guys who made laws and ran the country, and I didn’t have the slightest idea about the many complicated issues that the United States was facing or about what I could do to get involved and fight for my values.

I've loved writing since I was a young child, especially creative writing. It allows me to express myself, and it seems almost magical to be able to create things simply by writing down a few symbols and twenty-six letters in various ways. I've written many fictional stories of various genres over the years. Unfortunately, while I have done a lot of creative writing, I haven't done as much academic writing. I would like this class to help me become the kind of student who earns A's on her papers by assisting me in becoming more efficient in the overall writing process.

I was born in the Caribbean not until I was nine years old that I move to the USA. Growing up in the US was not easy for me, because having to learn English was so hard that at time make me regret my mom did that to e but i found a way to make it easy for me when I surrounded myself with friend that did not speak my language for me learn it faster way to learn because for me to communicate back to them i have to try my best,I felt left out being unable to understand what the teacher was saying I and the fun the kids was having was not the type of game I’m used to was hard but I learned faster that way because I motivate myself to be able to learn fast enough to be able to participate with my class in their activities.

Electrified. That’s the only word to describe my feelings when I first saw the quirky essay questions of UChicago. Yet I, instead of being daunted by the complexity of the questions, was enthralled as if an electric current went through every cells up and down my body, cheering them up. “That’s it! That’s the one!” I almost exclaimed. As a person who always with an insatiable curiosity and infinite academic vigor, I keep myself intellectually challenged all the time. Thus, I know UChicago is the one that I belong, a place where scholarly conversations are cherished and intellectual pursuit is fulfilled.

My Catholic high school tried to expel me when I came out. It all started junior year when one of my classmates asked me if I was a lesbian. No one had actually ever asked me before, so I saw it as the perfect opportunity to finally get it off my chest. Of course there was scandal because it was high school and I was the first person in my grade to come out. A few people approached me with reverence, they thought what I had done was courageous. When the hype and gossip died down is when things took a turn for the worse.

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.

Vanessa, sorry I was a little cornfused about this Friday… students will be not be in production starting next Friday. Friday Sept 30 (Tomorrow) students have a lesson until 1:30 then we will be in the kitchen with you (yaye! what a nice surprise). I spoke to Naomi and we think that we can float whatever doesn’t get done with a.m. students to p.m. prep list. I will take care of this list before the we get in there and maybe we can chat about anything we should add (maybe a pickle pepper party).

I don’t remember a clearly specific time time of learning something difficult. But I’m sure I have had such time. Normally if I have trouble learning something, I would try to evaluate myself to see what make it hard for me to learn it. Asking myself questions such as, do I have sufficient knowledges or skills to learn it but, not yet tried hard enough?, or am I missing something else that prevent me from learning?. If so, I will try harder or set a smaller, easier goals as stepping stones.