The Majority Of Students In My Classroom Are African-American

Because of my parent’s humble beginnings in the south and being ever so present during the Civil Rights era, education was very important in my household. My father would often say that education and knowledge could never be taken away from you once you have acquired it. He himself, only had a 3rd grade formal education but yet at the same time was a modern day math wizard. He was the second to the oldest out of eleven children so he chose to continually work the fields so that his younger siblings didn’t have to and they would have the opportunity to attend school during the day. My mother continually pursued higher education and received her Associates of Arts degree as an adult. Later in life, as a senior citizen she also attended South Suburban College in South Holland, Illinois and enrolled in a couple courses in Computer Training and

Minorities are a growing segment of the population. However, this group continues to be underrepresented in the area of post secondary education. Obtaining an advanced degree remains a likely predictor of future career success. The problem facing the minority student is that barriers persist which continue to hinder enrollment, retention, and graduation rates in institutions of higher education. These barriers must be identified and examined and solutions offered if college completion rates are to be increased for this population.

The most memorable time when I was impacted educationally by diversity would be my freshman year in High School. I had gone to a private Christian school from Kindergarten through 8th grade. My mom thought that it would be a great idea to send me to public school for my freshman year. Mind you, I lived in Dallas, TX at the time and public school is quite different than private school there. I was not only the minority in school, but I was one of five Caucasian kids in the entire school. I was made fun of for being white, coming from private school, and for being smart. Just like the article, Helping Diverse Learners Succeed, I had to learn about my new environment. I didn’t understand why the kids were mean to me and why

As I finish up my last two hours at the Early Childhood Center that resides on the university’s campus, it has been an adventure for me. I have acquired many new skills for the classroom, Shadowing for Ms. Bailey class, room 307 was not an easy process but I got through it. Head Start is located on Winston Salem’s University’s campus in its own secluded area, where students who attend Winston Salem won’t bother. Essentially outside of the university the Early Childhood center is placed in a rough part of town. Around you can find low income based housing, run down gas stations and ABC stores around. That doesn’t stop Head Start from producing the best students they can, their mission statement is to “help low-income families in our community put their children on a path to success in school…and throughout their lives”.

The current educational system discourages African-American and Latino men from succeeding in school. I believe that this is due to inequities in educational agency for African-American and Latino students. In my experience, male students are more susceptible to these problems regardless of socioeconomic conditions. Without the structure of a strong educational plan, many young men will seek detrimental habits to fill this void. Any sort of structure becomes a haven for anyone who is trying to navigate the world.

Research question: Why are Black and Latino students’ drop out rates higher in the City Of Boston?

As an African American student it often troubles me that many fellow African Americans still do not have adequate access to higher education whether the barrier pertains to first generation status, familial income, or lack of school support. For my research project I am seeking to answer the question, “What factors inhibit or promote post-secondary academic success amongst African American students?” I decided to ask this question in two parts because it would be fairly simple to just list and describe sanctions that inhibit post secondary success. However, I also want to explore factors that promote success and how success is measured.

As a kid in 2015 you are expected to do well in school, be active, and social. Your parents are caring and expect the best and love you through everything. in contrast to the 1930’s when families loved each other but the standards

The district superintendent walked into my classroom with another man accompanying him. I stood there with my artist’s apron on and paint in my hand. My superintendent and this unknown man looked around my classroom. The superintendent introduces the other man as the county superintendent of all the schools in the county. I reached out my hand to shake his and he pulled out a white envelope and gives it to me. I opened the envelope and there was my name and the title County Teacher of the Year. My students were clapping for me and I was overjoyed. I represented all the teachers in my county and a candidate for the title of State Teacher of Year and possibly National Teacher of the Year. Later that afternoon my principal called the entire school to the auditorium and announced, I was the County Teacher of the Year. I was ecstatic, I felt good, honored and a proud teacher. When I got back into my classroom, my students told me as I walked up to the stage some of the white teachers walked out of the auditorium. I did not want to react in front of my students, but I said to

In the early 1900s, schools along with education were taking a huge leap from not being able to educate blacks, to having blacks actually create their own schools. Moreover, higher education in the schools were becoming necessary for good paying jobs in this country, you couldn’t just be a farmer for your whole life. African Americans were taking huge risks to educate their own people, they were building schools and finding ways of improving themselves in their own country. Making names for themselves is a huge part in their movement.

There are various opportunities and ideas, which could better the African-American race. Despite what many might think, schools are quite vital to African-American students for core reasons such as past suppressants that did not allow black children to go to school as acquired. It would be safe to assume that schools were safe for black students, but segregation was not lifted until 1954 where it was said to be unconstitutional. Attending a school that is predominantly a different race is already a challenge to face, aside finding the tools to exercise the education being given. Teachers have a large impact on students’ lives.

I wasn’t born in the U.S. like most of the people of my age were. I was born in Mexico, Autlan Jalisco, to be exact and was brought to the U.S. when I was only nine months old. As I was growing up I got to the age of ten where babies and kids who were younger than me started to grab my attention. The way they interact with people and how they act in general made me realize I had a passion for taking care of younger people than me and just having the opportunity to help them out in like feeding them or changing diapers made me happy. Apparently it didn’t appeal the eyes of my father he would always yell at me infront of people or after we left someone house who had kids he would say, “I don’t want you holding the kids of other people or taking

Shortly after my thirteenth birthday, my mother announced to my sister, Caroline, and I that she would be traveling to Nashville, Tennessee for nearly a week for a business trip. Ecstatic, my thoughts wandered through various scenarios which probably correlated to how the typical teenager would react upon hearing the news of no parents for a week: from, “I have freedom, I can do whatever I please!” to “I hope nothing bad happens while she is gone.” Interrupting my ideas, she claimed that our grandmother would stay with us to keep an eye on us and keep us company, because she did not want us unsupervised for a week.

My parents took custody of my sister’s children, which then began the chaotic day-to-day home life that usually left me in tears by bedtime. I was in middle school at the time, as a middle school aged girl I felt a whirlwind of emotions. I wanted to do things that other kids my age were doing but that wasn’t always possible. With very mentally handicap children in our home it wasn’t easy to just invite a friend over to come spend the night, not only would my mom say no but also I was far too embarrassed. I wanted to go out and eat in a restaurant like I heard my friends talking about, but no, going out to eat with my sister’s children would be very difficult because they couldn’t sit still or refrain from making loud noises in public places. I wanted my mom to take my friend and I to the movies rather than always going with a friend and their mom, but my mom was always tied down to caring for my sister’s

The P#7 contributor, shared the dilemma of his education between his dad and mom during his education process that: