The Honorable Judge Fines

My little sister Anita was born at the time and having a baby sibling around made me feel like a big kid or a parent. I loved holding her and feeding her with a bottle my mom taught me to do while she worked at a night shift (maturation). My fourth grade year is probably the time I went through the most out of my elementary school years. I found out things were getting hectic between my parents. I would see them fight almost every day about money, cheating, and where did they go in their free time. One night when my mom came home from grocery shopping they were verbally fighting and yelling at each other. I heard it from the living room and I went into the kitchen to see them. All of a sudden, I just saw my dad pushed her into the ground and started beating her. She eventually escaped from his grip and ran into my sister’s room. She called the police and they came and arrested him for assault. I couldn’t do much because I just stood there witnessing in shock. They divorced in October while it was the beginning of my fifth grade year. I started to go through depression since the whole thing happened. I grew bitter, unmotivated for school, and even crueler towards my family and animals. I had terrible grades in my report card and I tend to get embarrassed with my teacher yelling at me. I cried over the smallest things that would happen in class. People started giving me sympathy but then got tired of it because it happened often. Around the winter time my mom started to

Half way through the academic year Jane’s behaviour and personality seemed to alter drastically. She became withdrawn and moody and generally seemed genuinely unhappy. Her attendance, which had been excellent, had also been affected. One day whilst Jane was helping me wash fruit for morning snack she began to cry. She opened up to me and admitted that two

As a child grows, extra care and attention is very essential in order to build the foundation of love and a strong bond. Especially, in today’s society,children are often judged by the act of their parents but in this memoir, written by Miss Jeannette Walls shows how unstainable and dysfunctional relationship Jeannette had with her parents but she still managed to use her tough upbringing for confidence and resourcefulness.

At 11 years old, I sat outside Mr. Tilman Singleton’s porch waiting for my piano lesson. From outside the front door, I could hear the frustrated comments and the occasional bangs of his hands pounding on the piano. Slowly, I stood up off the bench and opened the door. “You never improve! This is trash and you know it. Your lesson is over. Next Victim.” I assumed the victim was me. At first glance, my piano teacher Mr. Singelton was a tall, startling skinny, man with thinning hair and a large pair of glasses. I still remember what he wore my first lesson: turquoise dress pants perfectly creased, and a pink plaid button down shirt. Every outfit looked straight out of an 80s magazine. He was the definition of eccentric. Today, I will be commemorating my former piano teacher Tilman Singleton; the man whose character, perseverance, and friendship will forever inspire my musical dreams.

She was becoming a little strange, too. Nothing like I had thought she was like. She was calling up by old BIG and wanted to hang out with her, she tried to still Carter away from me, and all of my best friends. She was starting to dress like me and everything. WE had went down to the UofA to look in her high school records and found out that she had graduated high school back in the fifties. We were so scared of what had happened, and why she was graduated in the fifties and still looks as young us. We searched and searched online and the only thing we found that she could possibly be a

Andruska is also a professional vocalist that performs in various classical music settings. She is a cantor at several churches, and sings in various choirs throughout the community. When meeting with Mrs. Andruska in our pre-conference, it became clear that she prides herself on providing highly effective instruction for all of her students. She describes her teaching style as being diverse, given that she incorporates many different general music education methodologies into her teaching. She is Orff and Kodaly certified and works with students in our autism program (CAPS), special education programs, and general K-5 education

She mentioned yesterday that she was cutting herself. She said her dad is aware and gave her a choice to get help. I told her I thought it would be really brave of her to seek professional help. She said she thought she would give it a try. Angel was not on my route this morning. The bus drive reported this today. The other note was dated for today by a teacher (Whitney Newman). The note said a student Jody Smith told me this morning that Angel Jones put on face book that she was leaving with her mom to go to Georgia. He (Jody) text her and she said her dad was being mean

Many individuals expect that parents or guardians feel their children are acknowledged, protected and secured while being taken care by their teachers and it would be impossible for their children to wind up clearly illogically included with his or her own teachers until the point that a case uncover a sixth grade teacher named Mary K. Letourneau have an association with her 12 year old student named Vili Fualaau. Mary Kay Letourneau's case transformed into a parent's most exceedingly dreadful bad dream where guardians feel shaky of their youngsters in school. Wrong connections between the teacher and a student have ended up being a champion among the most surely understood self evident aptitude issues in the present society, in any case, this case has some immense segments that take it to the exceptional. How could something like this can happen?

I can say I’m a multi-instrumentalist. I can play the harmonica, the trombone, the ukulele, the bass, the piano, the electric and acoustic guitar, and I’m probably forgetting one. But really I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for her” (Montes). “One of the big things I teach my kids is how through hard work, you can accomplish anything. Whenever a kid shows up to a lesson, I always ask them if they practiced, and sometimes they say no because they don’t have a piano at home. It reminds me of the days when I couldn’t even afford a piano, but I push those thoughts away and work towards helping these kids fulfill their dreams as I’ve fulfilled mine. Music teaches the kids how to work through a tough song, and through time and practice, they always get it at the end” (LaBeau). Ronnie’s School of Music has performed annually for several of the city’s prominent events: the Arroyo Lighting at Christmas, Saint Anthony’s Fall Festival, Winter Texan festivals, and many more. LaBeau teaches students of all ages, from three to ninety seven. The majority of her students, however, come from Saint Anthony Catholic

But even with the new marriage the marital and drug abuse continued. She was given a chance

Jessica is a 30 year-old single female. She has a very low stress job and lives at home with her mother. Jessica has always been a mediocre achiever. She has not graduated college, which has been on and off in attendance for six years. She has very high standards for herself and can be very self-critical. Lately, she has struggled with significant feelings of worthlessness and shame due to her inability to perform as well as her younger brother.

It all started at the end of last summer. I'm the Drum Major of my school’s band, and for that reason, I was the most nervous I had ever been in my life. At any one point, there were over 150 people watching my every move, and it was nerve-racking. Last summer, they watched me through the hardest time of my entire life. I was given the position in April, but until August, it was essentially just a title.

I can still clearly remember when I first met Sisirkana Dhar Chowdhury as an eighth grader. My mother had suggested I switch music teachers, and I agreed. The next thing I knew, she was driving my sister and me to Fremont to meet our new violin teacher every Sunday. I was planning to start with a month of lessons just to see how I liked working with Sisirkana; during that month, Sisirkana not only encouraged me as a violin student, but also advised me on my academic future. She knew I wanted to apply to Sacramento Youth Symphony (SYS), but she also suggested that I apply to the California Youth Symphony (CYS), a much more prestigious orchestral group. I remember staring at her as if she had just spoken Icelandic, language unknown to me. I was just an average violinist and was just finishing up the fourth Suzuki book. How could I ever expect to be accepted at the California Youth Symphony? Yet, Sisirkana reassured me that in two months, I

Joanne Lipman, the voice as well as the author of “Why Tough Teachers Get Good Results” former Yale student. Now fifty-four years old with two fully grown children, Andrew and Rebecca. Writes this paper inspired by a former music teacher Jerry Kupchynsky. A message that the reader can assume in this article that Mrs. Lipman felt gratitude towards Mr. Kupchynsky shown in her writing, "the belated surge of gratitude for a teacher who basically tortured us through adolescence." (Lipman 1). This passage explains even though Mr. Kupchynsky, a strict teacher, Mrs. Lipman felt grateful for the chance to learn discipline at such a young age. Although another logical assumption regarding Mrs. Lipman, if the author happen to come from an upper-class

The girl who was always full of life was now apathetic and I had no idea what to do to help her. All I could think of was to ask how her was doing and if she needed any assistance with her studies. It got to the point where she broke down crying at the most unexpected times. It was difficult to seeing her like this constantly, which was why I finally decided to take action and help her in the best way I could think of. I thought back to where her change in behavior first started occurring. The only reasoning I could come to was that Jenny was exhausted from not taking breaks while continuously studying for her finals. The first step I took to try and help her was by disrupting her studying at a reasonable time to get her to take a break. We still had a few weeks until finals took place, so I know she had the time to relax rather than constantly studying. I went to the place that she studied the most, the library, to see how she was doing. Likewise, she was occupied with her books. The first thing I did was disrupt her in a polite manner to see how long she had been there for. From what I correctly guessed, she had been studying for a few hours without any breaks in