The End Of The Beginning

Learning that school is something to be glad about was one aspect I will never forget. School helps spark and form the character of discovery in one’s mind. To find problems in the world’s society and attempt to fix them so future generations will not be forced to make that same mistake. Other than social media, education is the most powerful tool to train an adolescent’s mind. Coming from the Nobleboro Central School I have this story. The first trimester was a long one, I had never presented a project before and didn’t know the first thing about talking out loud in front of a class. Also, my English was considerably bad with papers handed in, in rough draft form. My English is still a little rusty, although my past teachers have guided me past the few trimesters preparing me for an average High School paper. Concludingly, the first trimester of public school was a real learning experience with mostly a C average in most of my classes which left room for improvement. The second trimester I had an understanding of school and was trying more and more on improving how I could understand teachers. This time of education at public school was the aha moment wherein I could explore the true reasons of presentations, tests and open book exams. The third and final trimester was a matter of consistency in grades. Because of this, most of my trimester average grades were in the B+/A range. Thankfully, because of this I had finished the 8th grade with most subjects having a yearly average of a

My younger self was fairly smart for that school; I always got high grades and surpassed the curriculum the school provided. I was a very smart kid, but once my family decided to transfer me to a more academically rigorous environment, my self-image changed. In fourth grade I began lessons with a tutor that would teach me new material that teachers just didn’t provide at my school. I was excited to learn about new things but when new subjects emerged, something went wrong. I didn’t know about it at all, which was fine, but when I tried to understand it, I was so submerged in fear by my lack of knowledge I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t seem to understand anything that my tutor was tried to explain to me. I was overwhelmed with a concoction of fear, confusion, and disappointment. Everything had come so easily to me before, why not this? What was wrong with

The essay ‘Against the school’ by John Taylor Gatto draws our attention on to all the cons of attending twelve years of high-school. Gatto has experience in teaching profession for twenty-six years in schools of Manhattan, he shares from his experience that he majored in boredom and could see that everywhere around him. He also points out the initial reason why schools came into existence and what the purpose it fulfils now. He also educates us on the fact that all the great discoverers never attended school and were self-educated.The main idea Gatto addresses in his article are that public schooling is doing the youth an injustice.He implies that the purpose of schooling, now is to turn children into good employes and someone who follows orders.

Education and school. Some of you are now grimacing at the prospect of being trapped inside a classroom. Others are now thinking what I wouldn’t do to be able to go back and start all over again. Now don’t worry, I’m not going to convince you that you should love school. My job isn’t to change your perspective on school like a politician would do.

At Hazelwood High School, they do things differently than at my school. At Hazelwood, most of the people worry about themselves and nobody else. Most of the school doesn’t get good grades and the school does not do anything about it. One day in English class Andy walked out when they were reading Macbeth because it was too emotional for Andy to handle. His friends were concerned and told the school counselor. They said, “But… but… it seems like… like… he needs help or somethin’.” Then the counselor said, “Well, I probably shouldn’t tell you boys this, but he is getting some outside counseling… So you boys can relax and be assured that he is getting whatever help he needs”(100). At Harrisburg High School, if someone had an issue like that, the counselors and teachers would be concerned, even if the person was getting outside help. Another thing about education that is different than mine is the school. In Ronda’s English homework, she wrote, “Our school building must have been built about a million years ago, because it was brown and tall and raggedy-looking, but it fit right in with the rest of the day”(16). At my high school, we are very fortunate to have a very new building to learn inside of. At Hazelwood High, they were not fortunate enough to have a new high school be built. Culture and education are very important pieces of people’s

In ‘Abolish high school’ by Rebecca solnit, she writes “High school is often considered a definitive American experience, in two senses: an experience that nearly everyone shares, and one that can define who you are, for better or worse, for the rest of your life.” which means high school isn’t wonderful for many people, it has a lot of challenges for teens, maybe some of them ‘kill’ by pressure and challenges, it would affect their rest of life. The high school is not a wonderful place for everyone. People should skip it and escaped it that you would don’t be suffered by it. However I disagree with her, because I believe high school is a indispensable place for students. It is a place for students, they can find a great relationship and an unexceptionable place to learn. On the other hand, I believe the high school is the key to definitive teens who they are in an great way. For example, Teachers would shape everyone’s identity, make you strong to face challenges, and open child’s heart. For example, in my childhood, when I lived with my parents, I was happy to learn, because my parents always encourage me to learn. Also, they want me learn from mistake, because It is a way to learn. They want me to be someone. However my parents left me at 12 age, they have to work more hard to support this home. I can’t focus on learning, I was playing video games every day, because I think I was ‘release’ from my parents. I have no ideas about my future. There is no one like my parents to guide me , I feel alone and confuses. Until I was be a part of high school.The high school make me stronger and hopeful. Teachers guide me walk on the right way again, they talk to me about future and how wonderful thing would happen in high school. I

When children dread going to school, do you ever question why the child has already lost their eagerness for learning? In Chicago, Illinois, and numerous other places in the US, you can come across kids walking with their heads down and hands behind their backs in a single file line as if they are inmates. You’ll also discover that the cafeteria is dead silent to avoid the “overwhelming noise” of children enjoying their food and friends. With all of this being said, these schools sound more like boot camps than a place of learning. In the article, “Why some schools feel like prisons?” the writer, Samina Hadi-Tabassum, begins with a brilliant introduction, provides outstanding personal stories, and detailed examples to support their claim. The

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness, broken promises, regrets, first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no hassle, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, encompassed by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt

I looked at the book, which was enormously huge, and told myself I was actually going to get this one done. I could not have been more wrong. We were supposed to read to page 30 on the first night, and I barely got through the first page. I kept telling myself, I had to do it or I would fail because I knew I would be tested on it eventually. I had to force myself to read page after page, and try to recall anything from what I had just read. The problem was I couldn’t because it was just a bunch of gibberish to me. When we were supposed to have finished the book, the test came around, and I was so stressed because I hadn’t picked up the book again since like page 5. There was no point for me to try now, I was going to fail. My teacher passed out the test, I hung my head in shame. I took the test, knowing that I had let myself down yet again. I kept asking myself what was wrong with me? Why do I not have the motivation everyone else has to read these books? I honestly think it was because I loved reading so much that I hated the fact I was forced to read books I had no interest in. Around a week later—halfway into another required book—my teacher uttered the words I had been dreading “Your tests have been graded.” My heart dropped to my stomach, I had completely forgotten all about it. I watched as she passed out every one’s test, and I noticed a lot of people looked so shocked. Oh boy, I was in for it now. My

The short story “A & P” written by John Updike reminds me of my first year of public schooling. After completing homeschool my mother chose to place me into a charter school in manatee county for my seventh-grade year, school was very foreign to me along with the company it brought. Throughout my years of homeschool we spent our time traveling from state to state, or we were settled down. My first public school encounter was a dreadful yet fun year depending on the day, I was often the subject of class ridicule among others. I excelled in very simple academics in comparison to what my mother and grandmother taught me, with good grades came the offer of being an exclusive member of the safety patrol. As the year went on the safety patrol were given referral slips to pass out accordingly, mine was given often to a bully of a very beautiful face, reminding me of Queenie.

Leaving the securely locked doors of the elementary school was hard at first, but the independence of sixth grade made it better. We didn’t have a lot of freedom; that was the opposite of sixth grade. Sitting outside of the cafeteria with the fresh air and friends is outstanding compared to being locked up in a french fry smelling cafeteria for 30 minutes. Since everyone got used to it, no one complained. The cafeteria wasn’t

Fast-forward eleven years, my sister came home crying after another awful day at a mediocre public school. She quietly asked my mother, “Can you please look for another option of a school to attend?”

I had gone to public schooling all my life, not that I don’t see any difference in public school compared to private schooling. But, that’s not how I viewed in middle school once I was faced with the decision from my parents that I would start attending O’Gorman Junior High the rest of my middle school career, they were voices were almost muffled as my eyes were swelling up with tears. It was the worst day of my life, until the first day of school crept up on me a few months later.

Books and movies about the “end times” have made the closing book of the Bible famous. Full of strange visions and stunning glimpses into other worlds, Revelation has been perhaps the most debated book in the Bible. Originally entitled Apocalypse, which means the “unveiling” or “disclosure” of things only known to God, the book reveals the end of the world in highly symbolic language. The letters that are written to the Seven Churches are found in chapters two and three of the Book of Revelation. In John’s vision, Jesus dictates letters to the seven churches of Asia Minor that can be related to the church even today. Comprehension of the letters can take many forms. They can be understood or can be related to the church in universal terms or for the life of the church at throughout history. John is instructed by Jesus to write letters to seven churches. The letters follow the same format and each has seven sections.

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.