Reflection Paper On Rmsel Family

When I saw my friends walking toward me, that’s when I finally stepped into the building. As I walked into the building, I was astonished by how enormous the school was compared to my middle school. Some teachers welcomed me to the new school, and asked me if I needed any help finding the classrooms, while the other teachers were too busy typing on their computers. The moment when I entered my homeroom, it surely was much bigger than the one at my old school, the room makes me feel more comfortable with the new environment because the teacher was very friendly and very professional because of well-prepared clothes, and the way she talked. I finally realized that I have entered the world of reality, such as passing all my classes and graduate high school, then off to

Throughout the world, an undeniable, yet perpetual force is responsible for tearing nearly everyone apart: hopelessness. Often caused by instability or vulnerability, hopelessness plagues those who refrain from combating its vile side effects. Hopelessness loves company, producing an inseparable bond between itself and self-doubt. During wartime events, it’s imperative to display some form of resistance towards the crippling despair. Although on the surface hopelessness seems insurmountable, it can be fought. In All the Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doerr emphasizes how the vital tool of resilience can be used to conquer hopelessness in all situations.

There was a new language and new people. The first school there was to enroll there was no acceptance for a third grades with no knowledge of a six grader. The lower grades were in vacations, there was no way to get in the school as a third grader. The next school that was chosen was a temporary one; the wait for the normal one would affect studies. In the school everyone was kind even though the first day was confusing and getting lost was easy since the language was different. The office ladies knew how to speak Spanish and English. The first day in class everyone was nice, teachers were helpful even thought they didn’t know any other language other than

Here was my opportunity to finally discover and learn somewhere that could surely cater to my needs and teach me to my full capability. After the shock wore off, I realized that this would not be as straightforward as it seemed in my head, but I drastically underestimated the harassment we would face. I was only going to learn, just as the other students were, and so it never occurred to me just how furious people might be. On my very first day, I entered school alone, separated from the rest of the colored students. There were far more cars and people than I had anticipated, but the sight of the many armed guards surrounding the school comforted me. My understanding was that they were there to protect the nine of us new students. It wasn’t until I was blocked out, threatened and pushed back into the crowd by these very guards that I realized they would not permit me to

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

Plip Plop goes the pitter patter of the rain on the freshly cut grass on the sidewalk leading to the inside of the school. I walk slowly to my locker as my friends and I talk about the football game that was going to be playing after school. I open my locker and grab my books out of it. I shove my fat backpack and heavy jacket into it and run before the first bell rings. I plop my books onto the desk next to Samantha Miller, the most popular girl in school. She instantly starts talking. Especially first period. Social Studies is the worst to have in the morning. Getting up early in the morning, to come to school all groggy only to hear about a bunch of old dead people who apparently just couldn’t stop asking for freedom. Like STOP LIVING IN THE PAST.

For students to thrive in the classroom, I must ensure that they have a positive space they can come to and feel comfortable. If students don’t feel safe in their classroom then learning will not happen. I must build a caring and supportive space for children so they can succeed and feel loved. This will help develop a sense of belonging to a school. I have to remember that it is not my classroom, it is the students! It is imperative that the students, parents, and coworkers in my school feel they can come to me for anything, especially as one of their

As any other freshman entering high school it can be a very nerve racking situation. On September 8, 2015 I Chelsea Gonzalez was entering high school in Thurgood Academy Of Learning And Social Change , my mind was going crazy and I didn't know what to expect. I have always asked myself whether high school would be similar to what appeared in movies; people dancing and singing on top of the lunch tables or, was it going to be a 4 horrible school years in which I would never make friends. I clearly remember seeing kids running toward their group of friends, as I walked down the lunchroom. My hands were sweating and it felt like a million butterflies in my stomach. The room was filled with cries of laughter, kids running back and forth asking each

Working in schools for over 20 years, Ms. Morris has gathered a great deal of experience working with students. She has taught in parts of Tennessee, Florida, and Waterloo, Iowa, and has worked with hundreds of students there. What brought Ms. Morris to East High School was the enormous amount of school spirit students had. After attending a school game and experiencing the pride students had for their school first hand, Ms. Morris knew that East High was where she wanted to be. Surrounded by students who were so drenched in their school, she felt stronger desire to get a chance to work with East High Scarlets and fell in love quite quickly.

I was met with a lot of change my freshman year. I had gone from small parochial schools with graduating classes of 30, made up of minorities, to a high school population of nearly four thousand where Blacks made up less than ten percent. It was hard. Although New York City is portrayed as a vast melting pot, it was more like many segregated ghettos that would occasionally intersect and/or riot. As a young black youth, I’d dare not step into places such as Howard Beach in the eighties and nineties for fear of my life regardless of how much I believed in my God’s protection. I’d sooner take my chances with the occasional color bline ricocheting shrapnel. So when stepping into my high school for the first time surrounded by a sea of diversity that I’d not known, I didn’t really know how to swim. I faked it the best I could by feigning bravado until I learned how to tread water. I understood clique mentality and could fall into a group where membership was determined by hue, but I chose this school because it was different. I didn’t want to fall into line that

When I entered middle school I was suddenly thrust into reality. Not only was I suddenly demoted from being one of the oldest and most experienced students at the school to a lowly first year. I no longer had the advantage of being in one class with the same set of classmates the entire day. Making friends was not a natural occurrence. The size of the

This book evaluation explores and highlights Dr. Daniel Siegel’s interpersonal view of a well-rounded ‘mindsight.’ This includes the importance of compassion, mindfulness, and a wide window of tolerance for emotions when being self-aware and self-accepting. With a healthy mindsight, anyone can overcome past hardships, traumatic experiences, and present fears of uncertainty to become a better, self-loving individual who embraces reality. Siegel’s book utilizes research supported theories along with first-hand accounts to assist readers in accepting and altering their own personal hardships and mindsets in ways that promote transformation and growth.

Upon first glance, my new school did not seem like much of a fit for me. Everyone seemed to like it, but I was having trouble fitting into the daily grind of a school that required much more effort and attention than I was ever used to. I did my best to keep up with everyone else, but this was hard for me, seeing as I was used to being one of the

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,