School Memories Research Paper

The first person to educate me about writing was in most parts, my first teacher in life, my

Writing for me began as a kindergartener. My teacher made me write my name over and over again until I could write it without making any mistakes. In elementary school all my teachers taught me to put words I had learned together to form sentences. I was eventually taught to avoid fragments, and

It was not until I reached kindergarten where I first learned how to write. Having parents that were not fluent in English and worked almost all day, I found school being the gateway to my academic success. Learning how to trace letters were the first steps to my literacy journey. Every morning, I would sit in my assigned seat where I had my very own box that contained my crayons. My first task was to trace my name on the paper with crayons, something that every kindergartner is anticipated to fulfill. I remember having so most trouble, everyone has trouble from time to time, but in my case it was all the time. Once the bell rang for recess, all the kids ran right past me to go play outside once they finished writing their name successfully. I was always the last one to go and my teacher, Mrs. Ross, would have to slowly spend more time with me, holding my hand and tracing my name so I could get the hang of it. I did not have the same help at home as I did in school. Unfortunately, my parents could not help me with any of my school work; I either had to be self taught or I had to turn to my teacher for assistance. “The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me.” (Hellen Keller) I can relate to this quote because my kindergarten teacher was someone who inspired and motivated me to go past all odds. Like Hellen Keller, meeting Mrs.

To begin, over the course of this semester, I had the opportunity to conduct my history classroom observations at Sierra Vista High. This high school is a public school located in Baldwin Park and is part of the Baldwin Park Unified School District. Sierra Vista High School has a student population of 1,895 students. The student population consists of 90 percent Hispanic, 6 percent Asian, 3 percent Filipino, and 1 percent white. These demographics were shared by the vice principal of the high school. While I was at Sierra Vista High School, I was given the chance to analyze and observe three history teachers. Thus, in this paper I will discuss and share my experiences observing the

Writing is often considered mundane and banal to some students. In fact, people have even written things down since the beginning of time. I dreaded writing until I had Mrs. Dunlap for 4th block English during my 8th grade year at Mount Juliet Middle. This is the story about how she made me the writer I am today with what I like to call ‘Write’speration.

The first teacher that I fully understood what writing meant was freshmen year in high school. My teacher was Mr. Landuyt and he explained to us that writing is for our own personal benefit. At that moment I realized that writing is not just for a grade to keep our parents happy. The most successful thing I have ever written was a short story that I wrote when I was a senior in

Middle school is full of good and bad memories. After being here for four years you develop all sorts of memories that you may not even want to remember. There is one memory from my eighth grade year that I will never forget. Being a water girl for the middle school football team was one of the most exciting extra curricular activities I did.

There are thousands of colleges around the nation. Each campus has a different mascot, different group of students and even a different atmosphere. However, as much as these colleges are different, there is one thing that they have in common; alumni is critical to their success.

My writing story begins at the young age of eight. I can still remember learning cursive in third grade, and although I could not tell you my teacher’s name, I remember her patience in teaching us the uppercase and lowercase letters on an overhead projector. It was exciting and new, and built the foundation for my love of writing, and to this day I write exclusively in cursive. Following the excitement of cursive came my love for journaling. Still today, I find great joy and peace in writing in my journal. I love to go back and read the princess diary I maintained in elementary or the journal I kept so faithfully as my dad fought for his life in an Intensive Care Unit just a few years ago. I believe that beautiful writing is not about the words we use, but the emotions we conjure.

am writing this today to let you know what my history of writing is. I first began writing in 1st grade use to not know how to write something as little as a sentence. As i started to write more i got into poetry and really enjoyed writing.

For as long as I can remember I have always loved English and writing, my appreciation for the two originated in second grade with a teacher named Mrs. Sullivan. She affected my life in a way that twenty-three years later I still remember her and her advice to me. Although I am not sure how, Mrs. Sullivan knew I would love writing and English and she nurtured that interest into a life long passion. Her influence resulted in an eight-year-old boy composing a song to the tune of "Pretty Woman" titled "Reading, Writing" and the performance of that song by my second-grade class. Finally, Mrs. Sullivan left me with five words before finishing second grade, "always reach for the stars." My love for English and writing have only since matured and

There are many pictures and lines we can use in the school yearbook. For example, we could do a macaw dressed as Batman. However we could not use a picture of Superman because it is trademark or copyright. If we did we could get sued and we would have to pay a lot of money and the school would be upset with us. For this reason we could not use a image of Superman for the school yearbook. However there are actually ways we could use this such as asking the company who owns it to get permission. We could also make are own creation to look somewhat like Superman. This are some ways we could do to include this picture of Superman in our school yearbook.

Writing is an important part of our English language. There are many things that we can learn about the writer by reading their words. The writer that I most admire most for her prolific words, and telling it like it is would be Maya Angelou. Her poetry is heartfelt, and her words are so eloquently spoken in a way that our hearts can actually feel it. When asked how did you learn to write, Ms. Angelou’s response was, learning to write was easy, I listened to my heart. Maya does write about her life’s experiences, and through her experiences we get a feeling that she understands our life, and what we have gone through. No one wants to go on a journey alone, and with her words

Memory is defined as "the persistence of learning over time through the storage and retrieval of information." Our memory can be compared to a computer's information processing system. To remember an event we need to get information into our brain which is encoding, store the information and then be able to retrieve it. The three-stage processing model of Richard Atkinson and Richard Shiffrin suggests that we record information that we want to remember first as a fleeting sensory memory and then it is processed into a short term memory bin where we encode it ( pay attention to encode important or novel stimuli) for long-term memory and later retrieval. The premise for the three step process is that we are unable to focus on too much

Writing has always been something I dread. It’s weird because I love talking and telling stories, but the moment I have to write it all down on paper, I become frantic. It’s almost as if a horse race just begun in my mind, with hundreds of horses, or words, running through my mind, unable to place them in chronological order. Because I struggle to form satisfying sentence structure, it takes me hours, sometimes even days, to write one paper. It’s not that I think I’m a “bad writer,” I just get discouraged easily. Needless to say, I don’t think highly of my writing skills. When I was little I loved to both read and write. I read just about any book I could get my hands on, and my journal was my go to for my daily adventures. Although it’s