He left his seat as I stood frozen in shock. He walked to the back of the classroom. He balled-up his thick fist and PUNCHED the classroom’s back wall. RT’s short and chunky bodily structure was terrifying. Therefore, I stood on guard, near the main door. I positioned myself close by the entrance (just in case I needed to make a quick exit). His unpredictable behavior was entirely too unsettling. In the beginning, I started to run and get help because I thought he was having a seizure. “Couldn’t he feel the pain of his arduous punch?” I asked myself. His poor academic grade unlocked his time-bomb anger. For the most part, he wanted an “A,” but he earned a “D.” So, that’s exactly what I wrote on his history paper. My nail-biting moment took place when I taught a long-term summer school assignment. The name of the course was social studies (or American history), and I only had five students in the class. Oddly, two of the 12th-grade students came faithfully: RT and Chase. Since they failed the course during the normal school year, they had to retake the class during the summer. They thought I was their worst nightmare because I challenged their knowledge. In fact, that got angry and told me that summer school was supposed to be easy; not like being in college. All their fuss continued as we started our routine with reading from the textbook. Then we discussed the chapter and answered the questions (at the end of the chapter). Many of the questions
On September 6, 2017, I were documented for an incident that involved a University Housing policy violation. I was charged with violating the University Housing Alcohol 1.2 policy. With my violation, came consequences. I met with The Residence Conduct Coordinator to discuss my actions and came to the conclusion that I would have to schedule a meeting with The Campus Alcohol and Drug Education Center (CADEC) and with that, a reflection paper.
My nail-biting moment took place when I taught a long-term summer school assignment. The name of the course I taught was social studies, and I only had five students in the class. Oddly, two of the 12th grade students came faithfully: RT and Chase.
“Ugh, God damnit!” I punched the wall, creating a small dent. My head was spinning, and I could feel my face going hot. Jane stood there, in shock and disgust.
You ‘kicked and hollered as loud as you could.’ Do you remember him beating you about the face?” “No, I don’t recollect if he hit me. I mean yes I do, he hit me.” “Huh?
The first thing that the teacher did was test his reading level, George was in the wrong level that’s why he was struggling in reading. The teacher’s aide started to practice with him the sight words and he knows all the sight words. When it’s time to read the teacher sends George to the computer and uses a reading website and he enjoys that. Many students walk into the door with an excellent reading level but sometimes they are not accurate. In the book of RTI says “Accuracy also matters” (burns, 83), definitely accuracy matters because a child doesn’t want to struggle. They want to be at the same level of others. When the teachers don’t test their student at the beginning of the school year, the student struggles and becomes a problem. We have a great example with George, but now that George is using the instructional intervention he is doing a great job, he is on level like everyone else. When George is working the teacher praise him. George gets more motivated when he sees the reward for his work. In the book of Breaking Free from Myths about Teaching and Learning it says “It is important to teach our learners that grades are not personal, but a description of their current achievement” (Zmuda, 104). This quote talks about how sometimes student get discourage about their grade, and don’t see the achievement they have done. George likes when the teacher rewards him and probably he doesn’t
The juice splattered his face. ‘Hit me back!’ [He] spat. ‘Hit me back goddamn you!’ [He] wished he would.
He turned to his friends and punched them softly in mockery. Understanding the situation, they began laughing too- them and all the bystanders. Demetri’s expression didn’t change. He wouldn’t run, he didn’t have the seed of fear for this man like he did for his master. He was not afraid of someone who was most likely a dimwit. Demetri would probably be able predict the things the man would do, predict even the things he would say in just a moment. “Do you want me to show you what a real punch is little slave?” Yes that, Demetri knew he would say just that.
Then came the rage. A quick, unrecognizable slur of words and images and sounds, a howfuckingdareyouinsultthisboysally'ssonmaybemyson followed by a roaring in his ears and red coating his tongue and another howdareyouaccusemeyouassdon'tyouthinkiknowtheconditionsofbianca'sbirth. It happens so fast he's nearly breathless, but it's the protectiveness that surprises the hell out of him more than anything else. It burns and burns and burns in his chest like a brand is being pressed and held there (and it screams at him father, father, father). It's mind blowing. The last time he checked, he was an asshole, through and through. Self-proclaimed
He punched me. By now we have all of the people in the cafeteria's attention. He punched me over, and over again, as I felt more and more blood on my face. I tried to fight back but, I was too weak. I fell to the ground, feeling broken. His forceful kicks hurt my side. I hear hollering and cheering.
Suddenly he felt something hit his back. Thrown out of his thoughts he jumped up and tried to pull out his pocket knife in terror. That proceeded with him failing flat on his face.
Another nerve was struck. He clenched his fists, trying to calm himself upon hearing another insult from the man in front of him. No need to worry, he was still in control.
Paul ignored the boy and kicked open the door of the cabin. He then aggressively grabbed the boys torso and threw him into the wall across from him. The boy slammed into the wall and coughed out blood once hitting impact. Blood splattered across the floor. The boy landed onto the floor with a loud thump and flinched as more pain coursed through his entire body.
His eyes opened wide, and he yelled, “Drop this! You can't stop this. It's going to happen.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he left. I bitterly kicked the ground and tried to think why he was stopping me.
Over the course of the semester, there has been numerous amount of areas where I believe I have improved in comparison to high school. What has helped me in my writing is the writing class and the in-class writing workshop. The writing class that is located in the Kremen education building has helped me with my writing greatly because in the writing center the person in charge teach us lenses and we apply those lenses to the writing, draft, or reading that someone brings in. The in-class writing workshop has helped me because other students get to read my writing. This is helpful because I get feedback from many students and they let me know what needs to be fixed. A new tool I have been using is They Say I Say. The book is very helpful because of the information and examples it provides such as the templates. I have been applying the templates into my essays and I have seen a significant difference.
Since the beginning of the semester, my writing has changed and evolved to accommodate and sustain longer essays. With longer essays, there is more room for in-depth analysis. Further analyzing a topic has led me to findings that I did not know existed. As I continue to write, I uncover addition and superior methods to approach my writing to the benefit of me and therefore, my audience. Throughout the semester, I have incorporated techniques to further my narrative throughout my writing.