What I Learned: A Class Analysis

Years ago, in a classroom with so-called innocent and impressionable minds, the children in Ms. Elliot’s class were exposed to an experiment that forever altered their vision of discrimination. Unbeknownst to them at the time, the outcome of their participation would later become adopted as study material and models for workshops, for future scholars and employees. This brief exercise, originating back to 1968 and titled A Class Divided, demonstrated concepts such as bias within groups, the repercussions of discrimination, how cultural upbringing can play a role in one’s racial perceptions, and that adults can be similarly impacted by intentional bias. Such experimentation naturally brings up the matter of ethics, and begs the question whether or not such a study would be conducted in a classroom today, and if so, would one let their child participate. Controversial research and methods can be eye-opening to read about, but might have nuggets of wisdom for willing scholars.

Over the course, as I began to see all the material and work come together, I felt a sense of accomplishment and felt very proud of what I had done over the semester. This learning experience has definitely opened my eyes and opened new doors for me professionally already.

Being in this class gave me insight on the way that I learn. I’ve had my share of jobs along with schooling and various other learning experiences. Some good, some bad but I can honestly say that I never noticed the pattern on how I learn. Now I know I learn more by being more of a hands on person. Also utilizing my thinking and problem solving skills has helped with my growth. I also found it important to use my reflective observation too. Mostly combining different learning styles have helped me in life to understand the way I learn and the benefits that could come if I use my strengths to further my ambitions.

The class started off airy and light, and I was enjoying getting close to the students I would only usually pass in

I have learned how to ask better questions and to talk to my teachers when I need help or do not understand the concept well. I make sure that I have a relationship with my teachers and introduce myself at the beginning of each semester. Learning how to communicate with my teachers

CLASS is the most recent failure at the federal level to create a national program that provides long-term care insurance. The ACA attempted to work around the fact by making CLASS a voluntary and self-sustaining program under difficult political constraints, policymakers tried to walk a narrow line; they aimed to offer a substantial benefit. CLASS would have been unsustainable and would still have left beneficiaries exposed to substantial costs. One positive note, CLASS brought long-term care back onto the federal policy agenda after a 20 years absence, serving as an important reminder that the nation's current to financing long-term care is adequate.

Throughout this year, I have learned to work more diligently with my school work. In this class, I learned the many topics and lessons Ms.Cranford provided for me. Putting aside educational lessons, this class taught me to communicate better with people I don’t know. I learned to adapt to a new class. In addition, I

I learned things from this class that I would have never learned in a classroom as a student. As a Teacher Cadet, I loved all the adults I worked with at my elementary school and had the uttermost respect for them. However, just as in the real world, not everything was always smooth sailing. There were times I got frustrated and I felt I was doing everything wrong but I had to learn to power through it because I made a commitment to not only the class academically for myself but also to all 19 of my students. By being in the classroom everyday, I gained a different sense of responsibility. The bond I made with each of those kids I cannot put into words. I truly looked at them and loved them as if they

They were so excited to have another helper in their class room from UCLA. Many of the kids were familiar with the university and our sports record, which I thought was pretty cool. They all spoke about college and about how they all wanted to go to UCLA. They asked me questions about what I was studying and what classes I was taking and what I wanted to do when I finished college. I was glad that I could answer most of their questions, but what impressed me the most was their college knowledge! Room 14 was filled with so many kids (a class with about twenty-five first graders *underestimate) and they were all really smart for six and seven year olds.Some of their parents were college professors and one student, Nam (I think that was his name) even shared with me that his dad was a physics professor, something else that I thought was super

Whenever I first start a new class I look through the syllabus and pages of the book for the class to get an overall idea what will be the main emphasis/class. In SOCI 2001, it was a lot of what I expected yet the information about was more intense in regards to the history of how racial discrimination got started all over the world. Seeing that other nations were as bad to their own people as they were to immigrants astounded me. To read how countries cast their own people away like they meant nothing was a real eye opener.

It is unfortunate that racism and sexism continues to exist in today’s generation. I really do not understand the differences between skin color or gender. I am not sure if the misunderstanding is because I grew up in a diverse community or my eyes and heart are blind. I am proud that I have raised my son to also have eyes and heart that are blind to color and gender. As a single parent I have had to change my tire and oil and with that same perspective, I will have my son wash his own clothes. I have shared with my son, if a woman can do the job, so can a man and vice-versa. In the video, A Class Divided, Jane Elliott, the third grade teacher shared a new perspective that was creative and perceptible and ethical. We are all humans with the same color of blood

In my time at North, I have had countless amazing classroom experiences. The classes that I’ll never forget though will be AP Calculus with Mrs. Buckley, AP Statistics with Mrs. Schmid, and multiple advanced science classes with Mrs. McCreery. From the funny moments and inside jokes shared with classmates to the feeling of satisfaction after finally understanding a super tough topic, I will always have terrific memories of these classes. These classes taught me to challenge myself and to always stay curious. My experiences also showed me that hard classes are as enjoyable as they are difficult. It seemed that as the classes got harder, the stronger the bond was between the students and the teacher. My life will forever be changed because of

I learned more about the level of learners that I have in my class. My mentor teacher told me some names of high and low level learners, but observing them being taught and teaching them are two very different realities. I also learned that even my high level learners were struggling second grade counting skills (ex: ten more, ten less). This lesson also re-emphasized the importance of modeling learning for students (I do, we do, they do).

What concepts, principles, or ideas that you have learned, do you think you will remember the most after you leave this class?

There are three extremely important events that shaped my view of life during this course. Firstly, when I was in this course around my third year, we decided to document our memories in a notebook. This was a notebook we carried around everywhere, and whenever something interesting or exciting happened, we would write it down. We got this idea from a teacher who did the same when he was a student in a similar course. It was a simple spiral bound black notebook, but every time someone said something entertaining or positive, we’d pick someone to write in it, and this person would record this in the notebook. This was something only my class did, and it made us feel extremely unique and close as a class. Before this, we weren’t really united and didn’t feel as close to one another—but as soon as we began this, we were a patriotic and supportive class. This journal was a transition between us being just a couple of distant girls to very close sisters; through this journaling, I felt united with my class and could confide in them with whatever I was going through. It was always extremely exciting for me as the youngest in the class to see my elder peers write about me, or something interesting about me. Writing our experiences down and keeping a record of our memories helped us keep it fresh, and at our party at the end of the year, we read what we’d written down as a class and laugh about it. As we went on to the fourth year, we tried to continue to do so, but the teacher who