The Experience Of Public School And My Experience

As we pulled up to the massive elementary school building, I begged my mom to let me stay home from school, just once. As usual, she said no. Realizing my attempt to get out of school was futile, I shouldered my backpack, swung open the door, and trudged over to the front door. I would rather be anywhere else than here. For the majority of my life, I attended public schools. It wasn’t rare for me to fail a test or even a whole class. It was because of these failures that I would get even more demotivated and threw away the idea of working hard or completing quality work altogether.

My middle school experience has been like a rollercoaster, full of ups and down and sharp twist and turns that either make me scream in excitement or cry in fear, and in the end, it went by too quickly making me question whether I want to experience it all over again or leave and never turn back. No matter how I feel about it, middle school has shaped who I am today. Since the beginning of 6th grade till now, the end of 8th grade, I’ve changed a lot. I’m not just walking able gaining weight and growing a few inches; I’m talking about what I discovered. The last 3 years has taught me many lessons and helped me grow emotionally and changed my view of the world, the people around me and myself.

Students are often told that the path to success tends to be a lonely one because only they can get themselves there. For the most part that is true, they must be self-motivated and passionate about their future, but along the way they get to meet special people that want to see them to accomplish their goals. From an early age the relationship built between students and teachers has molded and impacted the student’s life. The relationship they have with a teacher can define the attitude that student has with the subject being taught. A lot of emphasis is put on students when they fail a course and they question their effort. Although, the root of the problem is not always the student, but the method the instructor is using to teach the student.

After graduating from Forsyth Country Day School, an academically, rigorous private school, I knew the real world or the real deal was coming to me and that was college. I wasn’t too worried about college because I knew my high school had prepared me good for college by my high school treating us as if we were at a university. We took college like classes; We even had a dress code. My high school had its own honor code that was took serious. It was a challenge that I conquered. My school was in Winston-Salem, North Carolina and I live in Ridgeway, Virginia. I managed to maintain A’s and B’s waking up at 6:10 a.m. just to get to school at 8:05 a.m. It was a hour drive down and a hour drive back. It was worth it as I can see now because it prepared me.

Growing up in a public school, my behavior did not matter to most of my teachers because almost every kid behaved the same way. For example, back in my intermediate days we used to crumple up paper and try to shoot it into the trash can, like it was a basketball. Students at Saint Louis do the same thing, the only difference is we would just leave it on the floor for the teacher to pick up.

Since the students were so comfortable with their cliques, they were very oblivious to neglecting and rejecting other students in the classroom. For example, there was this boy who had a crush on one of the girls in the class. Although there was a problem, he was part of the rejected clique and she was part of the popular clique. This did not discourage him though, on Valentines Day the class had a party, and he brought her chocolates and flowers. It was very sweet, but she thought that she was so much better than him and refused to take his gifts. Her friends also made fun of him for it. This not only hurt his feelings but it also made him feel more rejected. I felt so bad for him and didn’t know how to handle the situation. When I asked the teacher about how to handle future situations like that, she just brushed it off and said it was children drama, but in my eyes, that was bullying and it was very unacceptable. At first I was upset that I was placed with this teacher. Although now that I reflect on the situation, I am glad that I was able to learn from her actions, so I can become an open, well-educated

From what I have heard about elementary school in America, I can definitely say it is not like the experience I had in the Netherlands. My elementary school was an international school in the middle of a large Dutch city about an hour away from my house. International, meaning there were kids from all over the world there, sharing their culture and building lifelong friendships without even realizing it. I certainly did not realize the culture or friendships I had picked up on until much later on and have only now come to appreciate the time I spent at that school.

People belongs to different classes. There are three different classes. The Upper Class, The Middle Class and The Lower Class. I am from the country where the education has a similar situation as I mentioned before. In my country there is two different types of school. One school is government and the other one is private. The upper class people will use money for their children's education in private school. The middle class will put in either one of the school. The lower class people will struggle for their children's education. The lower class people cannot even get into government school. It’s really deal thing for them. It’s issue for lower class because even the government school ask for a monthly fee. The monthly fee is hard for them to be affordable. In this situation money

At almost the end of my 3rd grade school year, my parents told me that I would be going to a new school for 4th grade. I was very upset because I didn't want to leave all of my friends that I made behind. The next day after my parents told me the news, I was bawling my eyes out and so were my friends. I thought my parents were doing this to me as a punishment but later I realized that the school was too expensive for my parents income. What I was most scared about was going to a public school. I have never had any experience outside of my catholic school. The only real thought in my head was the bullies and weirdos I have seen on television. I have been going to the catholic school since Pre-K and this was going to be the first time exposed to new faces. I have been going to that school my whole life and I have never met anybody outside this area. At that moment, I knew that everything was going to be different. I then realized that change isn't always a bad thing.

I grew up in a diverse spectrum of economic affluence. Attending public school exposed me to a wide range of economic lifestyles within my community. However, it wasn’t until I was older that I began to notice this. Due to my public school education, the friends that I had growing up came from various backgrounds. My experience growing up with, learning with, and forming friendships with people who have come from low-income families and communities has given me the skills to effectively teach low-income communities. In high school, I was part of several organizations that revolved around community service. Volunteering for organizations that benefit low-income communities and individuals has exposed me to the horrific conditions of poverty

They had told me two days prior, my parents, that I would finally be attending public school for the first time in all my 15 years of being alive. Naturally, I had thought my parents jesting when they told me. It was crazy to me that they would suddenly spring this on a poor, unsuspecting teen girl two days before the start of the entire school year. Honestly, I feel like culture shock would apply in this instance! Especially for someone who had been homeschooled their entire life. I didn't know the first thing about the commonplace workings of a normal school day for the average millennial, and honestly, I had assumed I’d never need to.

The public school system of education in the United States of America needs to change for many different reason, we not only need for our schools to change we need it to be done as soon as possible. We live in a society where our children are failing to meet the academic standards or enhanced their social skills to be prepared for the outside world. My second reason for our schools to change is that they are overcrowded for insists one teacher in one classroom can teach up to 15 to 20 kids. My last reason is the budget for our schools, we are losing funding for many different things raging from materials to creative classes.

When I arrived to America though, my expectations were altered. I thought in America it would be even more diverse and easier to get along with other races because they are from all around the world. I got along well with everyone in elementary school when I was little so I assumed it would be similar in high school. But it wasn’t exactly true. When I first began attending the public school I got along with people but I realized that I was in a group full of Asians. All my friends were Asian and I didn’t hang out with anyone from a different race. This was very uncanny—I didn’t even mean to but it ended up that way naturally.

“Learning sucks, school sucks and I suck”. The prior statement can describe my mindset l during my formative years of education and my beginning view of college. This negative tone was because I had struggled in school and always received low marks in classes pertaining to English and writing. I believed that I was stupid and uneducated because teachers would point out my flaws, but never show me how to improve in my areas of weakness. I was fortunate to have friends, family and mentors who helped lift my spirits and motivate me to become the learner I am today. Below I will discuss how my struggles in the public school system and how they impacted me. I will then discuss how they diagnosis of ADHD played a crucial role in my development inside classroom. I will discuss how family played a role in my understanding of what it means to be a learner and how their push for me to read continues to help me today. I will conclude with how I see myself as a learner today and how my past, present and future all play a crucial part in my continued growth and development.

As we all know life is full of experiences. Some of those experiences do not affect our lives, where as others are very significant. On my way into eighth grade I made the decision with my family to be home schooled. I learned many useful things, and it’s still fresh in my mind. The lessons I learned from my experience has strengthened my character immensely. My middle school years were the hardest of my life. I experienced more sadness and stress in those three years than an average adult experiences in their whole life. My sixth grade year was nearing to an end, and I had a falling out with my best friends. Before this I had never experienced any drama. As a thirteen year old, I never thought I would experience something so devastating and heartbreaking. A couple months before the school year was ending one of my best friends and I were having a good time hanging out. As the day was coming to an end, her mother came to take her back home. My friends and I were very close and we are always sad to see each other leave. The next morning, I walked into school expecting to see all my friends and have a good time. I began walking towards them and I noticed a couple people glaring at me. Then I realized they were all glaring at me. A lot of people I didn’t know we even giving me dirty looks. The only two people I didn’t see was my best friends. As i went around school looking for them people began whispering when I walked by. The people where saying: “I can’t believe she called