Why I Became A Christian Academy

In addition to these standards, rights, and responsibilities, all teachers need to be consciously aware of possible problems dealing with students on an individual basis. In their mission of providing for the safety and welfare of all students, teachers can sometimes find themselves in situations that may be detrimental to themselves and their students. In practice, knowing how to avoid these situations is key. Dr. Troy Hutching’s presentation (Developing an Ethical Framework for Teacher Student Relationships: A Continuum of Responsibility, Nov. 1, 2011 Northern Arizona Univ.) was an eye opener. He provided the following startling facts: Shakeshaft (2004) reported 9.6% of grade 8-11

Christendom College offers many compelling reasons that have increased my desire to attend this great school. Some of the things that I love about my high school are found at Christendom, such as its challenging, Classical curriculum. I simply loved the classes I was able to attend at the Summer Program and found that I felt at home in those lectures, which were deeply rooted in our Catholic faith. The lectures helped us examine their relevance in our own lives and encouraged us to always seek the truth. I observed that this inspired the whole class to consider the situations and messages in the themes we discuss in class, such as the value of friendship or how history shapes our identity.

We are all one in Christ and going to a Catholic school allows us to know and believe. It allows me to improve in faith, knowledge, and service to others. It allows us to grow in the body of Christ as sound Catholics with a great education in an amazing community.

I believe creating the yearbook is a team effort, so when I was free, I made sure to help other staffers. No matter how hard I tried, she was impossible to please. Mrs. A would yell at me daily, for mistakes she had made. Anytime she needed something done, I was the first person she turned to. I had to drop what I was doing to help her and would not have enough sufficient time to finish my work leading her to take points off. Her nature was no secret to students who were taught by her in the past. I desperately tried focusing on staying positive and being my best in that class. Unfortunately, her attacks on me continued. My peers in the class saw what was happening and were always quick to stand by my side and stick up for me as I had done with them. One day while I was diligently working on her work and mine, she just blew up at me. She yelled, questioning why I could never do anything right and listen to direction. It was my breaking point; she spoke to me as if I was below her or her slave. Her words stung, and she wouldn't even allow me to speak. What had I done to deserve such harsh

I grew up in the beautiful island of Puerto Rico, living most of my life on the country side with my Mom. My father was not in the picture, as he abandoned the house when I was very young.

When I was in middle school at Durham Nativity School in Durham, North Carolina, I applied to high schools that would build the foundation of my future. I went through brutal amounts of hours of writing essay, filling out applications and visiting school. I have to say that attending Fork Union Military Academy was and still is the best decision I could have made.

The school I went to visit was Public School 69. It was my little brothers elementary school. The reason I chose the school, was because I remember seeing him happy every time he came home from kindergarten. Every day he would come home and have a different project he did in class to show off. The outside of the school looked like a regular public school, but inside Miss Suzy’s* (not her real name) classroom was bright, warm, and inviting. My visitation was in the morning, right when the children began school at 8:00am. When I walked inside, the class room was baby blue with all kinds of art projects on the walls. Miss Suzy welcomed me very kindly, and discussed with me, her srtudents and what they have been learning. You can not help but

During this time the barriers that I carried I allowed to control me and keep me from basically graduation I was in the last two classes at the time when this incident occurred. May of last year my family had a get together at my parents’ home. During this time I and my younger brother (29) got into a heated argument. What happened next I did not see coming, due to siblings argue all the time and the fact that we are grown adults. Well, As I was standing in the hall of my parents’ home unable to see my brother, he ran it to me and started punching me in the face. I stand about 5’7 a woman and my brother about 6’5. The fight got so out of control a weapon was brought in the fight and an attempt was made. Family intervened but the anger and pain that was in me would not keep calm. When I was taken into another room I saw my face and became angry again. This time I got into a scuffle with my dad. Eventually the BBQ ended I went home hurt and angry and over the

When I was in the second grade we had a new student in our class named Yvonne. Yvonne had recently arrived from Haiti and knew very little English. Due to the fact that she didn’t understand English a whole lot, the other kids in my class thought it would be funny to call her names and bully her. One day we were at electives. Our class was divided into two, some going to Dance others going to Drama. The doors were across from each other so we could see what was happening. I was in Dance, as well as Yvonne. We were practicing our routine for Ciara’s “1, 2 step”. Yvonne was quick to pick up the dance and was amazing at it, which I think made the other kids in our class resent her. Our instructor dismissed us 5 minutes early to pack up our things. I quickly went to my corner and grabbed my backpack. When I looked up I saw a bunch of girls surrounding Yvonne. I remember hearing them calling her names like ‘ugly’ and ‘loser’. I noticed that no one moved to defend her. One of the girls actually pushed her to the ground and took her backpack dumping all her things on the floor; that’s when I acted. I pushed my way through the girls and placed myself in front of Yvonne. I grabbed her backpack out of the girl’s hand pushed her and called her a ‘mean witch for making fun of Yvonne’. I also told the other girls that if they messed with Yvonne, they would have to

My teacher still probably believes I suffer from the “problem” he originally thought I did, and the teachers that work at the school still probably believe the same. I still have issues in class discussions and in sharing my opinions that I have yet to fully recover from as well, and I predict that, as long as I am in school, the experience will still haunt me. I should have told him as soon as he brought up his concerns that he was incorrect, and he should have acted more professionally and either kept it to himself or confirmed it before telling other staff members. What a teacher says and implies in a classroom can drastically affect the lives of that teacher’s students, for better or for worse. Obviously, in this case, it was for worse. I am also aware that I should not let such a small event affect my life so severely, and I plan to work diligently on pushing myself to speak up in class more this year, and to increase the range of my comfort level. The Safe Space in the Classroom guidelines would have been helpful last year, if my teacher had followed them. That experience has shown me how damaging it can be to disregard the guidelines, and therefore I will be careful to make sure I follow them this year to avoid causing anyone else to feel like I

For 8th grade my parents sent me to Carson Long Military Academy to learn to be more respectful and to help me out socially. The Campus was in Bloomfield, Pennsylvania and was very small. We started with around 120 students and ended the year with 100. Education was not a main priority and they mostly cared about JROTC and drill.

The first four years of elementary, I attending two different schools in Eudora, Arkansas where I live. The first school I attending was Eudora G.C. Johns Elementary School. I think I was at that school for half of my kindergarten year before it was shut down & we relocated to Eudora High School for lower elementary kids. The Eudora High School students were then transferred to Lakeside High School to further their education & to graduate. The Eudora School District & Lakeside School District had combined. Therefore when we were done with our Third grade year we had to go to Lakeside to finish Fourth grade through Twelfth grade. Which was a dramatic change, I was new there but I wasn't alone. My cousin Makiya went to that school, we grew up

I started my educational career in John F. Kennedy Elementary. I don’t really remember my years there because I only went there for Kindergarten and 1st grade. After that, I went to Sepulveda Elementary. That was a learning experience because I had to basically be on my own for a couple of days since I was the new

Three students were sitting at their desks talking and doing homework when Cardia walked over to one of them and asked him why he was in the detention room. The student refused to answer him, and as a result, the lack of response from the student infuriated Cardia. Suddenly, he walked closer to the student’s desk, and hovered over him in a physically, threatening manner. With his hands clenched into fists, he shouted, “Were you talking about me? What did you say? He repeated, “What did you say?” several times. I told him to stop and return to his seat; however, he refused to listen to me, and continued to threaten the student. At this point, I immediately called for support. A teacher in the room across from the detention room came

From pre-school till sixth grade I was in private school that was co-ed I switched to four different private schools since I was younger. For pre-school I went to St.Micheal which was an experience to have been able to encounter. Being able to learn about religion, other languages, and different cultures. Going in to kindergarten till third grade I went to St. George it was a good