Reflection Paper On Field Work

The place where I completed my field assignment was a private program. Inside the classroom, there were 16 6-8 years old with two teachers. KW was the lead teacher and MS was the assistant. The program runs five days a week from 7:45-4:45. A fourth of the students in the class had IFSP/IEPs.

I enjoyed reading your fieldwork reflection. I am amazed by your supervisor's professional behavior. I like how she walks around the dining area and apartments before activities to personally invite residents and to remind them of the activities. It shows the respect she has for her residents and how passionately she works. Also, My supervisor has a similar professional behavior to her residents too. She meets with her residents individually every morning and jokes around with them. She is also very friendly to all of her residents. This positive behavior entirely changes the environment and this is what all older adults need in their life. I am happy that you learned about yourself and a profession from your first fieldwork experience, and

My field experience this semester left a significant impact on me and changed the way I would look and think about teaching in the future. It was very beneficial to me because it was my first opportunity to get hands-on experience in a classroom setting and it allowed me to take the concepts that I was being taught and directly apply them to my personal experience. The involvement that I had teaching my group of kindergarteners was one that affected me in both an emotional and professional way. I was able to relate topics covered in class to my observations and teaching, which provided me with a better understanding of those concepts like motivation, praise, feedback, and literacy development.

This field experience this semester has been a rollercoaster, but fulfilling. This learning experience has allowed me to experience a full day in a school and a full day of teaching. Although sometimes it was stressful, it has been worthwhile for myself and for my students at Springfield Elementary. At the start of the semester, I was ecstatic to be placed in second grade, but by the end of the course, I was more than ready to be done with second grade. I realized that I did not like the topics covered in second grade, which made it hard for me to teach them. Nevertheless, I preserved through my doubts and dislikes, and finished my last field experience before clinical practice. Throughout this field course, I have been able to set

"Born on the South side of Chicago." A statement like that can say a lot based on who you are but the experience of physically living in a community that has so much negativity towards it, can have such an impact on how others view you. I've grown to constantly be conscious of the impact the color of my skin has, from going to a predominantly black school from elementary to middle school, a fairly diverse high school, to being a first-generation college student at predominately white institution like Eastern; it has become extremely important to make a meaning out of life. The meaning of my life has been based on the experience of my ancestors, present family and shaping my own identity based on my personal experience.

Arriving at college I felt like I had a decent idea of what to expect, because I spent a year at boarding school. The main difference between boarding school, and college to me from the outside, was going to be the freedom of no curfews, no mandatory hours in which you study, no uniforms, and no sexuality segregation within dormitories. For the most part my pre college assumption was right. However, one of the things that I didn’t realize was the amount of different people I was going to meet, and how they would have an impact on me.

When I was in 3rd and 4th grade I attended our lady of fatima which is an catholic school. Everyday before school, before lunch, and before we left school we would have a prayer, and Every friday morning we also had mass.

Dwelling, Heidegger also insists, has a certain emotional state of being attached to it.  People tend to interpret the experience of dwelling with the sense of home.  Dwelling imbues the experiencer with a sense of peace and satisfaction.  It is a safe space where they are free to be themselves and a place that need not be either specific nor stationary.  In fact, the famous saying “home is where the heart is” perfectly illustrates that home is a feeling without the need for a dwelling to contain it.  For example, a truck driver may feel at home on the road, but his home is not a formal dwelling.  Thus, the feeling of home can be present without the existence of a dwelling.  However, according to Heidegger, building and dwelling go hand in hand.

When I was born to about the age of 8, I kept to myself and enjoyed playing alone. I didn’t want anyone else’s input on what I had to say, because I was happy with the choices I was making when I was playing with my toys. My mom told me I would sit in my room and play with my stuffed animals and My Little Pet Shop toys for hours on end just talking away, but when it came down to group settings I would just be quiet. I have been trying to figure out why that is. I do not remember being to told be quiet or to listen. I just did it. I enjoyed listening to others, because I was learning from their words. I already knew what I thought and didn’t see the importance of sharing that.

While observing a secondary classroom for my field experience, I learned several important things that I would not have been able to learn in a classroom. The experience showed me what it is like to be a teacher at this level and the many skills that are required in order to be a successful teacher. Another thing that was insightful while observing in the classroom, was the interview with my host teacher. He showed me a lot of things that I wouldn’t of been able to know without asking him. The experience showed me how to start the class efficiently, how to execute a lesson that is engaging, and taught me several things about the profession that aren’t common knowledge.

For this field experience my group have taught five different lessons that has consisted of four different groups of students. This made it difficult to analyze the different students work, and to know what types of problems each student typically struggles with. Since we had different students, my group was able to pose similar problems to different students and it allowed us to get better with our teaching. Since we used similar problems, we were able to practice our questioning skills and get better after each lesson.

Since arriving on campus, I have been asked how I came to Miami several times. Some would say that coming here is destiny, but I disagree. Psalm 139 says that before I was born, “in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them” (NKJV, Psalms 139:16). While there are several main components about which I will write, I keep coming back to the fact that God placed me here.

My field experience this semester is at Chestnutwold Elementary School in Ardmore, PA. The elementary school is located in the Haverford School District. This area is a suburban area outside of Philadelphia. My cooperating teacher is Ms. Kim McEntee. She teaches third grade and I observe her math class each week. Nearly all of the teachers at this school are female. With the exception of the male principle and a few male teachers. The majority of children that attend this school are white. However, there are a few African American and Indian students. For the most part, the parents of the children belong to the upper-middle-class. For this observation, I interviewed my cooperating teacher Ms. McEntee and a couple students in her classroom.

Growing up as a child it was confusing originating from a hispanic family in a country where English was the core language customs at home were foreign, very diverse in comparison to the American culture. As a cause of Spanish being my native tongue at the start of primary school I was put into ESL separated from the regular standardized classes. There were instances my childlike self would curse my luck from belonging to a totally different cultural background. Ir was frustrating and bothering beyond belief that learn wasn't coming to me as efficiently or smoothly as other students by grade level. Reading Comprehension, writing and speaking were always my core struggles in primary school, while other students had mastered reading their first chapter books I had yet to have mastered a simple picture book. While I struggled to understand simple history facts others had know it by heart since their parents were well educated and born into this country, making history a given for them in particular. Even asking for help was taunting for there was no help at home available for assistance, my parents would try but fail to help me comprehend what the teachers deemed me to be capable of learning being of little help since they themselves were foreign to the English Language . Throughout my elementary school begging older neighborhood kids for homework help” was my daily routine i was an only child back then. The one person who was always willing to help me out of all my neighbors was an older girl named Julia. Out of everyone in her grade she was the smartest the most intelligent it was always her who would accept coming straight after school to my house teaching, showing me how reading can be manageable tricks that always appeared to emit the fun side to every boring aspect. Julia became my role model from then on she was someone admirable, estimable at such a young age she was independent, and wise flr her age there wasn't an instant since knowing her that she has asked for help academically or on anything else in particular. Julia was the type of person who cared for others and selflessly helped anyone around her to the best of her abilities. My whole character formed around her in a way. Her personality and

I grew up as an impoverished and father less child without a clear understanding of who I was. As an adult, I reflect upon my childhood, and realize that I suffered from low self-esteem, severe depression, and a fragmented identity.