Personal Narrative: The Last Martyr Of Educational Failure

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 acquired many literacy opportunities throughout my literacy life my parents, grandparents, and teachers ,I hold them very close to my heart because if it wasn’t for them pushing and encouraging me to read and write I wouldn’t be the literate person I am today. I bear a huge family so there are always many voices going through my head so it wasn’t long until I started speaking, as well as comprehending what all these strange words meant recognizing the words was very difficult before I started practicing them. My parents always encouraged me to read and write in a way no child can resist with toys and candy who could say no to that. Every chance they got to help me read they would read with me. I wasn’t forced to read on my own because I didn’t know how.

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

My mother taught me how to read at a young age. She read to me before I could read which helped me learn new words and develop a basic understanding of literature at an early age. When it came time for me to attend elementary school, I remember heading to the library quite often. Books were organized based on what was thought to be the appropriate reading material for that grade level. I often found myself wandering down the isles with the older kids. I’m so grateful my mother encouraged reading as much as she did. If she hadn’t, it’s very possible I could have struggled with reading. If this were true, I wouldn’t have learned as much as I did, or had the desire to read, which is very important in order to become as advanced in literature as possible.

During my two last years of high school, i've been in contact with a lot of colleges and universities. Many of which don’t get my attention. Throughout my whole high school years, there was only one college that i wanted to go to, Liberty University. I have heard so many wonderful things about Liberty and what i loved the most was that it was a christian school. Liberty had the number one thing that i am looking for in a college, that is a christian school, but many of my other things that i look for in a college where just not there. I used to live in Florida approximately 11 years ago and let me tell you, it's hard not to miss the sunshine state. Liberty is in Virginia, a state where it doesn't feel like home. When i received a brochure

2014 Fall Semester in the begining was going pretty good i was excited to began school , adapting to the new college life, and interacting with friends and new people. I was attending all my classes on time , studying , and completing the required assigments that needed to be done. I also was working a full-time at Gensis Logistics it wasnt easy trying to manage my schedule , but i tried to make it work the best i could. MTE 1 , 3 , and SDV was a breeze to me I was completing my assigments , studying , and understanding the information that was given to me. Now on the otherhand ENG wasn't hard for me i just didnt understand the content that was teached by the teacher. English was always the strongest subject for me so i couldnt understand why it was such a problem in college , maybe it was the teacher and her teaching methods. I never understood any information that was given it seemed to me like our class was always off topic one class period we would talk english, and then another class period we would talk about something else besides english. Then she assigned papers and assigments that was unfamilar to me it seem like everytime she assigned the class papers

Overall my preparation for Essay 1 could have been significantly better in multiples ways. I still feel very confident in the work I submitted yet I feel like I could have improved my paper in many ways. For instance I did no pre-writing for the paper whatsoever. I hopped right into the paper and began to write whatever came to mind. This is usually really efficient for me, but I was not an expert on the information I was writing about, so the paper became much more difficult to write. I read all the passages, annotated them, and even looked for summaries about the readings, however I still feel as if I did not have the greatest understanding of the material. Although, in preparation for Essay 2 I am going to write down all my notes from the

Have you ever had a really difficult time in life and it turned out for the better? Learning to read and write was a process that with my mother, growing up in poverty and being bullied at school really shaped me into the person I am today. My mother had me at a young age and even though everyone told her she shouldn’t have, she went through with me and my brother's birth before the age of twenty. I remember very little about my brother’s birth since he was born sixteen months after me. You can imagine the stress and obstacles my single mother faced. Yet, somehow, she knew how to be the perfect mother to me and my brother and not only made sure we had everything we needed she made sure we used our minds from a young age making us literate before we went to school.

It is 6am on Saturday morning, and you roll out of bed before everyone else, hoping to get a jump start on the day, before the chaos of life rings the opening bell. You can smell the coffee as it begins to percolate through the filter. You sit down at your computer and take a deep breath, trying to find the frame of mind to get this work completed, when suddenly you are awoken 2 hours later by your son jumping on your lap, hysterically ringing the aforementioned bell. Just like every other time before, you are late out of the starting gate. Stumbling trying to find your footing, desperately trying to gain that stride. Eventually you hit that stride, the words you are trying to find flow through your fingertips like water rushing out of the great Mississippi. It has not always been this easy oh how you wish it were. Ultimately, my literacy journey albeit fairly uneventful, shaped and molded me into the person I am today.

My father left at the age of three leaving me in the capable hands of my mother. This is where my life began. I don’t reminisce my father, the only memory I have of both my parents was relationship of abuse. My mother worked effortlessly making life survivable. Growing up in Greenwich, Connecticut wasn’t easy. I was girdled by opulent people and didn’t have the same opportunities as my peers around me did. As grew up, my only escape from reality has always been reading. Books have shaped my life inexplicable. I’ve traveled and experienced life through a vast variety of characters. From reading The Giving Tree by Shel Sliverstien to How to Kill a Mocking Bird By Harper Lee and developing the knowledge to read classical literacy like Emily Bronte

A child learns his/her first word from a mother. She teaches her children how to take an initial step in reading and writing. I have different experiences in the journey of literacy. I remembered how my mother used to teach me mathematical tables to strengthen my reading. It was my first lesson of reading. Afterward, comes my teacher who polishes me as a reader and a writer. In my journey of literacy, I remembered how a page of a book in English class helps me to strengthen writing and reading ability; furthermore, it creates love for reading in me. For me, a book is a doctor and reading is a medicine which treats during the time of

I am finally seeing the beautiful campus at my dream school, Theden Academy! On my way here, I met Hershey, the gorgeous pretty girl from our school who basically bought her way into Theden. We were on the plane together and coincidently or not, we happen to be sitting next each other and not to mention I almost died because she was eating peanuts. After we arrive to the campus, we were told by Dean Warter, the principal, that Theden has a super-late curfew, no dorm check-ins, and no dress codes which is the completely the opposite of most private schools. Later throughout the day, I’ve started to slowly accept the fact that my dream had became reality. After seeing all my classmates, I feel like I truly belongs to this school. I can actually

I believe I am an example of leadership, scholarship, character, and service in my own life. Some of the activities I am in represent how I uphold the ideals throughout my day. With Golf Basketball and all the sports I am in, I uphold the leadership pillar as a guide my peers. In Aca-Deca and Quiz bowl, I demonstrate the pillar of scholarship. While volunteering my time at church events and the in friends program I exhibit the pillars of character and service.

Before I could even read, I would take the newspaper and sit next to my uncle, pretending to read as he scanned each page. While I pretended to read, I thought about how all the letters represented something. How is it possible to read from paper and conceive a sentence? Every time I noticed my family reading the newspaper or a book, I envied them because they understood every word and I didn't. I recognized their reading as a secret club that I wasn’t invited to attend. Later on during my childhood, I start reading and just like every kid I didn’t want to read. I felt like a failure when reading, because I couldn’t pronounce words or even finish sentences correctly. My 2nd grade teacher called my mom to inform her of my lack of reading in class and recommended that I read every night. Just like any other caring mom, she started buying books for me to read. As I got used to the routine of reading a book a

“Aw man” Mrs. Longs class yells as Mrs.Mitchells class loses. We were 5 minutes into our tug-a-war game and we were up next. “Up next Mrs. Longs and Mrs. Lawson’s class” says Coach Carver. As we pull and pull finally Mrs. Lawson’s class is starting to give but then the rope jerks and then…