Primary education

Madison Wasik Edu 330 M/W 9:30- 10:45 Literacy Autobiography Literacy is one of the most important skills for a child to learn and acquire. The ability to read and write is needed in most people 's daily life, which is why it is so important for a child to learn these skills while they are young. Everyone 's literacy journeys are a little different, but here is my literacy journey. All throughout my life literacy has played a huge role in my life, even when I didn 't notice it. During

The single most influential person in my life is someone I have only seen twice in the past year: my father. He has given me more than any other single person on this planet. He gave me the desire to do better. He gave me the focus and the hunger to be intellectually curious. He gave me these things because he never had them. My father has been in and out of prison since April 29th, 2011. He gave me an understanding of adult life at far too young an age, and he left me with trust issues. He gave

Chapter 3: My ever so Valuable Kandinsky I don’t remember much from my first day of school, but my first years are still fairly present in my mind. Even though many parts are blurred as if seen through the misted glass door of a sauna, I still remember the first time I tasted jelly beans. It was during recess in front of the entrance of the school on a warm, sunny Floridian day. I got them from my first grade teacher, Mrs. Gilbert I believe. Despite it being a happy memory, the likes of it were

Every now and then when I recall my childhood memories in school, it would bring me back to that day in the restroom in 5th grade. It was during lunch that I had to use the restroom; when I came out, I noticed a couple upperclassmen girls standing by the sink and fixing their hair. When they saw me they said, “what are you doing here, chinese girl?” Although technically they weren’t wrong because I am half chinese; however, being born from an asian ethnicity, many just assume that all asians are

It was august of 2011 I was 5 years old in kindergarten, I had anxiety attacks but I made it through. I was crying I couldn’t stay but I did every day my anxiety is caused I worry too much about my mother. First grade it was good. I didn’t cry as much I had the best teacher ever Mrs.Delrio she liked me a lot too. Second grade I cried a lot it was really hard my teacher new my family a lot because she had my siblings before. I cried a lot when my mom dropped me off but when I got there I was fine

Isaiah Troy middle school is the place where I call the school. In these vast walls are the history of every single event this school has gone through. With a population of 1,500 students there was one girl that knew me best. Or that's what I thought. I was leaning on my blue locker ,well mostly blue because it has paint peeling showing the old grey color it used to be. While, my friend Jacob was telling me about how he and his girlfriend were doing lots of stuff together. It made me wonder how

You’re not a little kid no more, I used to hear that all the time. That's when I was going to middle school. My first day was cool, I was nervous because this was my first time going to Euclid schools and I didn't know anybody in the school, It felt like I was outcast. However my teacher made it worse when she told me to come up to the front of the class in tell the class about myself. But after all that was over I met this was one kid, we became friends that day, till this day that's one of my closes

The current study first investigates the impact of degree of rivalry on fan perceptions. Specifically, fan perceptions of their primary and secondary rivals were compared. Havard et al. (in press) and Havard et al. (2016) found fans of intercollegiate athletics were more likely to consume their favorite team if they were playing a rival than a non-rival team, and the current study sought to replicate these findings at the professional level. The current study also extends previous work by measuring

Reading Narrative I hate reading. Scratch that, I hate assigned reading. I know, “hate” is a strong word, but elementary-school-me had strong feelings. Especially when I was sat at the dining table, cramming hundreds of word in my brain before the next day, the due date for every second grader to read a whopping total of a thousand words. Given we had a few months to do this, but even at a young age I practiced the art of procrastination. This happened frequently during elementary school years,

Considering third grade was about nine years ago, I can still remember what it was like clearly. I went to Roosevelt Elementary School throughout my elementary school years. Kindergarten through third grade was laid back and relaxing, unlike my following years. I remember when the only homework that we received was practicing how to write letters. It also felt fun to find new friends and look forward to school. Unlike, my high school years, when I walked into class in the mornings, I felt energized