Tutoring Center Narrative

I came into school the next day hoping that my teacher would be pleased with what I had produced. My classmates and I “peer-reviewed” each others essays and I received some helpful feedback. Then Mr. Gustafson informed us that the final draft of our essays would be due the next day. We were told to look over what our classmates had written and put the finishing touches on our

At Phillips Summer Camp this summer, our Boy Scout Troop 24 were very disappointed in the camps food. Day after day the food would be bad or there would not be enough for all of us. One night for dinner we had a meatball sub and they told us it was going to be like Sub Way well it was nothing like it, and our Junior Assistant Scoutmaster became enraged how bad the food was. He wanted to talk…

As an observer who often sees students getting in trouble for what they have done, I never would have thought that one day, the student would be me. I am unable to recall exactly what day of the year it was, but I remember what happened clearly. That day, everything seemed to go so well; I had a great day with my friends and the school day was coming to an end. Suddenly that evening, at 2:12 PM, my day began to get worse, as if I got jinxed. During passing period before my last class, I decided to go use the restroom and unsurprisingly, the girls restroom was packed. By the time I got to class, I remember clearly that I had arrived a second or two after the last bell had rung. That day, my teacher happened to be standing by the door during passing period and when I got to class she said, “I want you to write me a page on why you

When classes first began in August, Professor Birnbaum informed our class about the four essays in which we would write throughout the course and be graded on strictly. In addition, we would also get into small groups weekly to gather ideas and improve our paper. Nevertheless, the first essay began. We were told as a class to write an essay on a personal experience in which meant greatly to us, so I wrote about a speech I gave in front of 700 people. I spent less than three days working on the essay with only one revision. In result, I received an outstanding grade of a 93, boosting my confidence in Professor Birnbaum’s class greatly. She commented on the paper that I needed to work on my verb tense, sentence structure, and mechanics that distract readers through the paper. In addition, she also let the entire class know that she would not be lenient in the next three papers and

The next day, as promised, she handed out a short pop quiz. It was not as challenging as she tried to make it sound. It presented only five multiple choice questions on it. Once we finished our quizzes, she told us to read the next chapter silently. Once I finished my quiz at the speed of light, I decided to finish other homework, since I preferred to read at home anyway. So while the rest of my class was reading, I worked on homework. Thirty minutes later, I completely finished all of my other assignments, so I decided to start reading the chapter. After nearly two paragraphs in, my teacher interrupted the class to see if everyone finished reading the chapter. Unknown to me, the chapter was fairly short and everyone, but me, finished it. Raising my hand slowly, I told her that I had not finished reading. Everyone in my class turned around and stared at me. The teacher asked me how far I was in the chapter and how much time I needed to

My essays in that English class were below average, according to her standards. She drilled every grammatical rule into our heads until she felt like it would stay there forever, and I felt like she returned my papers with big, fat D’s out of spite. None of my essays had been worth the hours of labor I put into them, so why would they matter at that moment? I was ready to fake it with every ounce of beguiling poppycock I could muster at that

Today, I went to Glenwood Leadership Academy before my scheduled tutoring time because I had got word that it was going to be cancelled. Therefore, I went during school hours to get my scheduled time in. It was interesting to go to the school whenever school was still in session because it was a completely different atmosphere. The second grade classroom I worked with had many students with IEP’s. It was interesting to see how the school day went. The teacher explained to me that she was absolutely drained from the class, but she never gave up. That is the kind of motivation I hope to one day have as a future educator. During the hour I was there, I got to go around the room and help the students with math. I also worked today with

Later that day, after the worst day of school ever was over, Isabella climbed into her car and headed to the coffee shop. She ordered her coffee and so did Samantha. The two girls then went and sat down.

Atwood Learning Center in Rockford is 334 acres long. Most of their land is filled with habitats for wild animals. The other part of their land is filled with trails. When I went to Atwood, we went on a night hike. I was with Deer Group because, well, I was a deer. I wasn’t paying attention too well to what we were going to do because I was tired and didn’t know we were just hiking and weren’t going to a destination. Although, we sort of did. We stopped somewhere and our group leader grabbed an object out of his backpack and went behind everyone saying “What does the object feel like?” Or, “What does it smell like?”

Howard, at the beginning of my senior year. I was looking forward to that because I always want to know how I can fix any of the mistakes I make. I always dreaded that class; every day it was hot and muggy, it had a foul smell, my classmates were rude, and even Ms. Howard was rude. When teachers are rude, I seem to have a “Fine. I’ll do what I want. I will not give you my best because obviously you do not deserve it, nor care.” I really did not stick with that attitude just because I am more respectable than that, more than I should be. One day, the day before an essay was done, Ms. Howard sat and “taught” class, rather than giving back our drafts like she promised. At the end of class, I walked up to her desk and asked, “Have you looked at my draft? Can I have it back so I can finalize it?” She looked up, neglecting the caring tone that she should have presented, “Sorry, I’ll read it now,” flipped through the white pages literally for a second and scribbled chicken scratch, so I couldn’t even read it. She then handed my essay back to me and said in a rushing voice, “Here you go! Looks great, now get to class before the bell rings.” I was just astonished by how selfish she acted with a promise she made to the entire class. She always had this “It’s not my problem” attitude. It made me wonder why I struggled so much in class when the

When I first arrived to DIG Community Counseling Center, I had to get a better understanding of the paperwork aspect of counseling as well as handling the front office duties along with Mary. When I first arrived at DIG Community Counselling center, I was given a sheet of the responsibilities that I would do throughout the course of the seven weeks. Mrs. Lakeisha Lake set me down and what about her rules and expectations. Mrs. Lakeisha Lake exclaimed, “Ilyasah, I want to go over with you my rules and expectation as being an intern at DIG Community Counseling Center”. While Mrs. Lakeisha, Lake was talking, I kept thinking about this being a job that I am not getting paid for.

During my tutoring session on Monday I was not able to get through everything that I had planned. I do not know if it was because my student was late getting out of lunch or because he was nervous having Emily there to observe our tutoring session. Even though it did not go as planned, it all worked out the way it was supposed to. I started the session by going over sight words with my buddy. We went over seven of the sight words that he missed last week. These words were: fast, found, which, gave, call, made, and these. The only two words that he missed were made and these. After going over the sight words, I gave my student a sticker and told him how proud I was of him. This week my buddy said that he wanted to read a dinosaur book, luckily

Innovation seems to be in Central York School District’s DNA. From issuing technology to students, to incorporating new learning styles into curriculum and now, the introduction of FID.

I went the whole day without noticing I didn’t finish my math. When we got to math class Mr. Littrell told us to get out our math to grade. It was one of those I-don’t-have-time-for-this assignments. I got mine out and noticed I didn’t do the whole back page. Blake saw and told Mr Littrell I didn’t finish my work. He said, “Well, that’s a HINAO.” He gave me the paper and told me to go call. I was really scared because I never had one before. I got in the office and gave Mrs. Stoball the paper. She told me to go ahead and call. I was so scared, I couldn’t even figure out how to use the phone. I eventually figured it out and called my mom. She didn’t answer, so I left a message. I was pretty sure I didn’t do it right. At the

Through the jungle of steel legs, nervous legs tapped the concrete ground as the overly proud teacher paced the front of the class. Already two weeks in Advanced Placement Language Arts, the class was in the fastest gear possible. A few teenagers in the back stared hopelessly at the screen as the teacher of the year rattled off terms that they had to memorize in minutes. Whereas the teenagers in the front looked at each piece of information on the board like they were hungry raptures at it was their prey. Even so, the anxiety of the room seeped from every pore of all the well dressed students. Today was the picture day for all of the Juniors and Ms. Powell knew her Advanced Placement class needed to keep pace even if they had half the normal time they normally did.