Upon reading the chapter, four times I was still not clear on what emotional safety was. I went online; I asked people I knew who worked in an education setting. One person said she thought it was having a consistent schedule for students. Everyone else said they thought it was having a place safe from ridicule or bullying. A place that a student can ask questions and knew they would not be put down, ignored or singled out. I only had one teacher who made me feel safe. His name was Mr. Higgens and I was in second grade. I came out to him that my best friends’ manny (male nanny) had molested me a few years prior. At the time, it happened I had told my mom but she did not believe me, as I was prone to having a huge imagination. The guy was arrested, and it turned out it was not just me but also at least 12 other kids. To make it worse he was already on parole in LA for the same thing, his family would lie about where he was, he would fly home for his meeting with his PO and then fly back to his job. After we went to court and he was convicted my best friends’ mom decided that we should never see each other again because it would be too traumatic. I was a trouble student my entire life. I was suspended in Kindergarten; my parents were called to the school at least once a week to pick me up. In third or fifth grade (my memory is a little fuzzy on which one) I was only allowed to attend for 1/2 the day. I then had to walk almost a mile to my mom’s work. But second grade was
It all started from the end of my middle school to the beginning of high school. There I was, being a rebellious child. I would always come to school late which later then turned into a bad habit of mine. It progressed from being late to school to just not going to school at all. During those years where I was not taking my education serious and just acting out, I was struggling with how I was setting priorities for myself.
My mother’s irate words echoed deep in my heart for years as I tried to understand the simple words she would constantly repeat to me, “When will you ever change?” As a child, I was well known for being that foolish kid who would be put in the back of the class with his seat facing the wall. Eyes facing a blank white wall, fingernails tapping the desk, head down, and the smell of exasperation in the air. I was the type of boy who would sprint through the hallways cackling, furthermore resulting in repeatedly get scowled at by teachers for my obscene and inordinate behavior. In hindsight, I realized Freshman year after pulling the fire alarm that my behavior needed to have a parameter and come to a complete termination. Consequently, I spent the entire Summer in my room contemplating my life and my decisions.
In grade 12, I received an in-school suspension for failing to appear for a detention. The detention in particular was for arriving to school late, although I was dealing with personal issues the morning I was late. Unfortunately, I made a mistake; I confused the date on when I would be serving the detention and consequently received a notice informing me that I would be suspended for one day. On the day I served my in-school suspension, I worked on my assignments for my regular classes as well as followed up afterwards with my teachers in order to catch up on the lectures and tests that I missed. After this incident, I knew that I must follow through on commitments, such as attending a school detention. I regret this minor infraction as it
I had and till this day have maintained a perfect clean discipline record. My priority was always school until i started High School. High School has been rough for me, not because of the kids or people in my school but because of life situations that have surpassed my life . I remember waking up in the mornings ready to learn but concentration was nearly impossible for me, especially in certain classes like science and mathematics. I have always been the girl who no matter what the situation is has maintained a smile and a positive attitude towards things. No one knew what was going on inside of me but i did because it had reflected in those classes in which all my concentration was necessary. I was confused and didn't know how to react to what was happening to me, i was scared to tell my parents and my desperation was just too much. Sophomore year continued the same until i joined my schools youth court program of which till this day i am a founding volunteer member. Youth court is a program that involved training youth like me to represent , defend and prosecute peers who have been
Safety: Students know that they are physically safe and that they are not in danger in the classroom. Safety also includes students emotional and mental well-being, meaning that they will be free from emotional damage such as bulling or name-calling.
I moved to south east corner of Georgia in little ole Waycross. You probably don't know where that is but imagine dirt roads, mud, bad weather, and alligators and that's where i moved to. I was enrolled in Williams Heights Elementary School and placed in Mrs. Rodgers class but my trouble making days weren't over. I always was messing with my teacher by erasing what she had written on the board or just being defiant. I was so bad that one day i decided to start a food fight in lunch by launching milk cartons like mortars. This sparked the immediate retaliation of the opposing table and since i threw the first milk carton i was the one who got in trouble. When I went to the Principal's office the principal said
“Not just safe in terms of physical and emotional safety, but also in terms of students feeling safe enough to take intellectual risks.”
Equally important is safe-guarding the learner from fear of physical or psychological harm, doing so facilitates how safe they feel within the learning environment and will lead to a pro-active learning environment that will allow the learner to succeed without fearing any risk of harm.
In the First Grade I had Mrs. Stevens as a teacher. Ms. Stevens was about 35 or 40 at the time, 2002, in Alba Michigan. Ms. Stevens had grown up and went to the same school her entire life. This school was very very small, an average of 12 students per graduating class it was a K-12Th. The county was a population was about 1000 and less than 150 kids in the school. In 2000 my mom fought for Asperger diagnosis and the school at the time did not have a single teacher who was certified in special education. Along with this diagnosis came with an ADD diagnosis. The class was small, there was 7 kids in the class and my friend Jahkaya and I were the only girls in the class. Jahkaya was also the only person of color in the entire school.
Attendance was always a subject that would go away with a meeting with the principal, until middle school that was. I let my truancy hinder my motivation, creating huge problems such as massive amounts of missing assignments, greater anxiety from lowering grades, and even worse academic habits. If I could tell my younger self one thing, it would be that though school is tough, you need persevere. I see just how greatly I let my anxiety affect my work, my affability, and my well-being. The reality of life is that it will always have ups and downs. Coming to terms with these aspects of my life meant greater clarity in my goals, my education, and my
The different ways I can provide emotional safety needed for complex thinking is by first understanding the demands and emotions that are operating in the context of the mentoring relationship. The four basic emotional safety needed for complex thinking is: (1). Needs are feeling safe, (2) to belong and to
I was stuck in classes people I hate, I thought one of my teachers just wanted to see me fail, (still think so) and my grades have dropped, so I was no longer on honor roll. Me being me I tried working harder to prove people in my class and that one teacher, That i'm smarter than what you think. I finally got were I was supposed to be which is honor
Unsafe learning environments create a climate of fear and insecurity and a perception and this reduces the quality of education for all students.
One of the most captivating reasons students believe in safe spaces is because they allow an outlet for many who may have had traumas in their life. Many find it appealing that they have a
Subsequently, my mother saw my pain and decided to relocate back to Atlanta. I became acquainted with some children from the wrong side of the tracks and my life began to spiral out of control. I would stay out late on school nights and often missed school because I thought hanging out with my new found family was more important. Soon my grades began to plummet. I saw no way to bring up my grades and decided to drop out of high school in the twelfth grade.