Preschool Narrative

Anais brought her daughter, Ana, to the Houston newborn photography studio today. These two had one of my favorite sessions between parent and child. They were so connected and playful. They were like best friends who love each other's company.

Sitting in the timeout chair is my first recollection of nursery school. The stench of the bathroom was unbearable. Missed shots at the toilet and rank soap overwhelmed you as soon as the doors opened.

During Kindergarten in California my classmates and I was so happy to be out of school. During the summer, my Mom and brother and I went to Washington to visit my relatives. I got used to going to Washington for vacation, ever since we go to Washington I start crying and throwing a meltdown, but I got over it because, I love it going to be a great time. I even saw my other nephews and nieces. We took pictures, play games, watch TV, and even play outside. And then we celebrated my 7th birthday there during August, and I enjoy it. Throughout the ½ months in Washington. My dad visited us to see how is our vacation. We stayed over at our cousin’s house during the summer. The fun moment I had is that I get to go to the mall

The Middle Tyger Community Center’s volunteer coordinator, Donna Dawkins, was very excited about my interest to volunteer with their This is My Child early education program. She was able to work me into the agency’s busy schedule and was also super understanding of my packed agenda and limited time. My first volunteer experience I spent in the one year old classroom. The teachers have a routine based schedule that is performed every day. Each student is to be dropped off, find their assign seat, eat breakfast, throw away their OWN trash, and then wait their turn for their health check. When their name is called, each of the children know what they are expected to do. He or she comes to the sink, brushes their teeth, and climbs up to the changing

I got out of the car and I saw trees covered in white snow. When I smelled out of the car it was cold. It was like christmas, just that there were no decorations. It looked awesome and fun. The mountains were big and snowy. I Saw a rabbit and sled racer .I heard snow fall and it was loud. I heard wolves howling. I touched snow and it felt like ice. I tasted the snow and it was

I live in Friendswood ,Texas and go to Westwood Elementary.In my second year of going to Westwood which was when I was in 1st grade in 2009. When I got to school on the first day of school I noticed a girl who seemed very commanding and rude.My first grade life would change from the wrath of Jessy.

"Do I have any dreams..." she paused for a slight moment looking at the brooding man on the other side of the large room that was filled with numerous degrees in criminal psychology, behavioral analysis, and the most random one in Childhood Education all from ivy league universities. Universities that held more prestige and honor than anything. Most people would walk into the room and ask the questions that ran through the brunette girl's mind as she tapped her fingers on the side of the black leather chair that matched all the others in the room. "of course I have dreams, I mean who doesn't?" the words came out before she could stop herself. "What are those dreams?" the male finally spoke if only for a moment the hoarse crack in his voice

On November 17th, 2015, I did an observation in the Children Center of California State University, Sacramento through Desired Results Developmental profile-Preschool (DRDP). I did my observation about my focal child. For the purpose of confidentiality, I will call her Lina. She is a three-year-old girl. When I walked into the room, most of kid were still taking a nap, only couple of them woke up. There were about sixteen kids and two teachers. Since the other kids were napping, teachers did not allow them to play themselves. Lina woke up, sat on her napping mat quietly, and tried to fold her blanket. When she saw other kids left their mats, she stopped playing with her blanket, went close to other kids, and tried to talk to them. For this

Going into Christmas break, I was eager to go on a hunting trip that had been planned for almost a year. Being from the deep South, I had never witnessed an area so cold. The temperatures dropped to levels below freezing that week in Northern Mississippi. Going to the deer stand, all I could think about was trying to defrost in hope to regain feeling in my toes that were now completely numb. Hours passed by in the brisk wind with no action; suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the woods. It was surely a gunshot from someone else on the trip.

It was the first day of school,I was very excited but, I was also very nervous.I had a reason though,I was in the lowest grade of the middle school I was going to attend.I was getting changed and then,I headed out on my way to the bus stop.On the way I passed by Caz’s house and then Caz came out.Caz is my best friend.He has been my friend since kinder when I was the new kid.After he got his backpack we went walking to the bus stop and waited for the bus.

Around a year ago I was awake during the night and I wanted to outside. I knew we weren’t allowed to, but I didn’t care. I was done caring about my life and trying to stay alive, I needed to get fresh air. I was hoping that I would get caught and I would get punished, or maybe even kill me. I got up and everyone in my barrack was mostly awake and everyone was telling me not to go. I brushed off what they were saying. I carefully stepped outside. I felt the cold air touch my skin. It felt great. I closed my eyes and pictured I was at home with my family. An arm grabbed me and pulled me to the side of the barrack and interrupted my thoughts. “ Hey!” a man whispered. “ What are you doing out here! You aren’t supposed to be out after dark.” It was too dark to make out the man's face.

Hey Rebecca, this is one of my favorite books of all time. I read this to my nephew for his bed time every now and then. I even made puppets to make it more exciting. This book has been used many times at my work since I deal with Kindergartners and First Graders. The images of the book catches every students eyes in my experience the First Graders grasps and executed in their drawings. This is all time favorite book in my class. There are so many show and tell vidoes available on the internat, if you get a chance go ahead and have a look.

November twentieth twenty fifteen I decided I was going to go hunting the following morning. I asked my grandpa for seventeen dollars to get a deer tag. He then told me, “No, girls don’t hunt. It’s a guy thing” ,which made me mad. I began to search the house for any money I could find. I couldn’t find anything so I gave up. I then asked my grandma to convince my grandpa to give me the money. Finally, after ten minutes he gave in and gave me the money. I was so excited and couldn’t wait to get up and kill my first deer in the morning. I layed in bed trying to get some sleep for the big day, but it looks like I was too excited to sleep.

First year going to a private school or any school. Was really nervous, but so was everyone else.. There was only two other African American kids in the grade.

When I was born it was around lunchtime on October 27, 1998 in the Plainville hospital. All went well other than the fact that I would not eat and had to stay in the hospital a little longer along with a few check ups afterwards. I never attended a formal preschool but, I went to daycare where my babysitter taught me the same as a preschool would. I have always lived in Stockton and have lived in three different houses. One of those houses was the rental house we had to stay in until we finished building our new house. We moved into the same house I am living in now when I was almost in kindergarten right next door to my daycare friend Joel.