The Day Of School - Original Writing

Young people wind up neglecting high school for various reasons. In this circumstance, a number of students either don't have the aspiration to remain in school or they simply cannot stand to pay the tuition. In a couple of cases, the students dropout, as a result of low quality teaching. According to the article, Let Kids Rule The School by Susan Engel, she states “I recently followed a group of eight public high school students, aged 15 to 17, in Western Massachusetts as they designed & ran their own school within a school.” This quote shows that in our society today, its critical to consider who our 'associates' are in a peer learning group & how they don’t have a part like an educator.

In the mid 1900s, the United States switched the way mankind learned, where all races went to the same school, in the same classes. The short story The First Day of School by R.V. Cassill, is where John is going to an integrated school for the first time eternally. This interesting story of an African-American family that is nervous to be two of six black children in an all white school. John’s character was developed through his actions, feelings, and what he said.

Five years ago, my mother had a brain aneurysm that she shouldn’t have survived. It was traumatic and damaging and to this day she still isn’t right. The point i’m trying to make is that no matter how much you want time to stay the same, it doesn’t. Many mistakes have been made since then, and a lot has been learned. I wouldn’t want to repeat the past if my life depended on it. After my mother had two major heart defects by the time the brain aneurysm occurred I wasn’t ready to give up my mom. We found out just a short time later that it could’ve been prevented if she would’ve made better choices in her life. My life five years ago was undeniably the worst part of my eighteen almost nineteen years on this earth. I stayed in a hospital waiting room for three months just looking for a sign she would wake back up. No one’s ever said why a waiting room is actually called a waiting room. It’s called this because you are waiting on the rest of your life to unfold, waiting to find out if you’ll ever speak to someone again, just waiting on an answer. It is horrifying to walk down a hallway squeezing your brother’s hand so hard he has to tell you to loosen up all to sit in a waiting room and wait on your fait. So my life was not at all glamorous but it got me where I am today, so really I can’t complain. What made me happy after that was watching my mother wake up and finally life started to get back

Our reading for this week is from the uniquely formatted book written by Harry and Rosemary Wong titled, “The First Days of School; How to be an Effective Teacher.” The focus section of our reading is based in Unit C of the text, which focuses of Classroom Management. Chapters 11-16 were read, and these chapters focus on the topics of how to have a well managed classroom, effectively preparing the classroom, how to introduce yourself to students, seating arrangement/assignment, starting a class, and the proper timing and execution of taking roll. Essentially each chapter of this text follows the same format. There will be a few paragraphs discussing what “effective teachers” would do followed by a few paragraphs about what “ineffective teachers”

‘Our Day Out’ is a written play by Willy Russell that reflects on the life the lower class of England live, also addressing the ‘progress class’ children that aren’t given any chances to develop themselves and get a real shot at life. This is all represented through a day out. The play is dramatic and at times comedic. There are two teachers in the play, both with contrasting personalities,Mrs Kay a very lenient and kind teacher, and Mr.Briggs a firm, strict teacher. During this short essay I will be analysing and capturing memorable quotes to back up points and observations I have made from the play regarding the effectiveness of the two the two contradicting teachers.

Teenagers are young, naïve and impressionable. They are also insecure and usually sometimes unable to express themselves so they put others down. They are pressured daily to do things they really don’t want to do. They often find themselves doing something they said they would never do. Because of the influence of those around them, they are trying to cover their insecurities by saying things to make others feel bad about themselves. The traits above describe the two main characters in the short story “Bernice Bobs Her Hair”. Both Bernice and Marjorie are young teens dealing with the pressure of being popular and fitting in. Bernice, being the quieter, shyer girl, deals with trying to fit in in a place she feels she doesn’t belong.

Walking into school on my first day of high school, I felt out of place. My face covered in acne, my teeth covered in braces, and the callicks in my hair stuck up through the abnormally thick layer of hair gel that coated them. My middle school social anxiety still ruled over me as I could barely speak with any member of the opposite sex. Yet, I still had an odd confidence about me. I had always been one of the best students in my class, even without ever studying for a test. I viewed high school as a slight uptick from the curriculum I had easily passed in middle school. I was wrong. High school exists as a microcosm of society, in which I originally failed to acclimate myself to the challenges posed to me in a setting of increased

At a young age, having all four of my grandparents die was crushing. One in front of me, two by suicide and one to cancer. In the second grade when my dad went to rehab, not only eroding our relationship, but also tearing apart my family. As a result, during my third grade year, sleep was rare due to the echoing fighting that I would hear in the adjacent room. Meanwhile this lack of sleep only made school worse. Being called a “retard” because dyslexia made it a pain in the ass to read. This fearful environment slowly began to embed anxiety into my young self. Now that my family was begging to get tired of my hometown in Arizona, we packed our bags and moved to San Diego. In 6th grade is where I got into my first fist fight in the middle school locker room, where Mr. Beckley had to break us apart. Only giving me the “new kid” a bad reputation to some, but respect to others. The ones who began to give me respect, would only bring me down further than I already was. On to my later years in middle school where I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Witch felt like a constant rain cloud over me at all times, where the weight of my bed sheets was too much to handle. Therefor causing more chaos in my family. This would give myself an almost constant knot in my throat ready to break down and cry at any part of the day. But like any story, there's light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how long it seems or how dark it gets, there is... Going into my freshman things

If you saw me how most people saw me, you would be too. But you don’t because you’ve only seen a part of me. You see what I mean?” That killed me. I thought about all the people I used to know. I thought I always did a pretty good job at being myself but I don’t remember at all, I really don’t. If I was less of myself and more of a phony then maybe all the other phonies would like me more, but I didn’t want to be a phony. I wanted to be me. Just then, the girl’s phone rang. It startled me and I nearly fell out of that goddam window. No kidding. She answered it and it turned out her sister and D.B.’s flight wasn’t as delayed as they thought it would be. I could hear the whole conversation because it was so goddam quiet where we were. When the call ended, the girl turned to me and smiled really nice and wide, which amused me. I was never really one to smile at all, but some part of me decided in that moment that I should smile right

In the essay “How the Schools Shortchange Boys”, author Gerry Garibaldi addresses the concern of boys’ behaviors in school. Garibaldi first starts out by stating the feminist complaints that girls were “losing their voice” in a male-oriented classroom have precipitated the school’s establishment to be more in their favor. This has led to boys becoming increasingly disconnected inside the classrooms. Garibaldi claims that “only 65 percent earned high school diplomas in the class of 2003, compared with 72 percent of girls.” He continues by mentioning about how girls are outnumbering boys on most university campuses in the country.

In this first unit of The First Days of School, Harry Wong presents three characteristics of an effective teacher. The three characteristics are: has good classroom management skills, teaches for mastery, and has positive expectations for student success.

Don’t you want to decide your own future, and not let anyone else tell you on what you should be doing? In John Holt’s essay “School is Bad for Children”, he argues that instead of traditional schools we “let the child learn what every educated person must someday day learn, how to measure his own understanding, how to know what he knows and does not know”(Holt). In response to his argument Amy Chua the author of “Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior” would agree that the child should learn what every other child learns in school, but would say that children are rebellious and careless and because of that the parents have to look over them and make sure they are getting “A’s” in every subject. Therefore, Amy Chua would disagree with John Holt’s ideology that he wants children to be able to go outside and learn what they are interested in, and many other ideals which are shown in his statement and would support her response using her personal experiences, which will be expanded upon.

As a kid, during the weekends, you would find me on the neighborhood streets outside from sunrise to sunset. The only time I would go home would be to eat lunch and then the next minute I was out the door again. Coming in from outside, the second I stepped through the door the temperature surrounding me suddenly cooled down and I couldn’t see anything ahead of me but darkness. Running back out the door, I felt this burst of energy and excitement inside of me and couldn’t wait to be back outside playing games with my friends.

When people start high school they’re usually so excited. They can’t wait to experience everything that comes with being in high school, I mean who wouldn’t? Everyone says that high school is the best four years of your life. Now that I’m months away from graduating, I can’t say they were my best years but I can say they were my most educational years, of course I wouldn’t say that they weren’t fun because they were. When I say educational, I mean I’ve learned so much about myself and so much about life. I learned what the words family, love, betrayal, law and life meant. All these events changed me, and I’m glad they happened because I wouldn’t have learned all these lessons. My personality hasn’t changed; I’m still a carefree girl,

As a kid, during the weekends, you could find me on the neighborhood streets outside from sunrise to sunset. The only time I would go home would be to eat lunch and then the next minute I’m out the door. Coming in from outside, the second I stepped through the door the temperature surrounding me suddenly cooled down and I couldn’t see anything ahead of me but darkness. Running out through the door, I felt this burst of energy inside of me and couldn’t wait to be back outside playing games with my friends.