After months of going to my tutoring session, classes, and exercises, I finally made it to winter break! Once I returned home, I took off all the heavy weights that was weighing me down. I dropped my backpack, laptop bag, uniform bag, gym bag, and my boots to the ground. Later, I even dropped my knees to the ground and struggled to lift the air with my arms. Once my mom heard me, she came downstairs and saw me quickly picking up my stuff and putting it away neatly. While my mom scolded me, she saw me all cold and decided to make rice cake soup to help cleanse my mind. After she cleaned up my mess and started cooking, I begin to mutter how much I did not like rice cake soup. I always hated how bland it tasted and every time I took a bite it turned my tongue into ashes. …show more content…
I expected the rice cake to burn me after my first bite, however I felt something different. I felt this small warm aura in my chest glowing brighter in my body. All my torn muscle and fatigue started to fade away and my arms felt much lighter. This new taste of warm rice cake with salt, pepper, and eggs in the dish. It even had a bunch of chopped up beef in it! I scooped more stacks of rice cakes with my spoon till I reached the bottom of the bowl. After I finished, I took one deep breath of the cold air and blew a puff of steam out of my mouth like a smoke machine. I felt so revived, so energized after a long day. I felt like doing 100 pushups, 100 sit ups, and a 2 mile run! Although I enjoyed this rice cake soon, I looked back why I hated this dish when I was
The events of the past few months were twisted around my ankles and dragged around their weight wherever I went. My friends were enjoying the beginning of the school year without me, and the discouraging weakness that comes with
Dad was making his patented breakfast and in a pretty good mood. He had used a large butcher knife to slice mounds of potatoes into little squares, then fried them in boiling lard in a cast iron skillet. Two additional cast iron fry pans were filled with scrambled eggs and a fourth pan filled the kitchen with the heavenly aroma of bacon frying. There were several baking sheets of his invention, cinnamon rolls made from Bisquick dough with sugar added, rolled thin, spread with a thick coating of butter, pounds of homemade strawberry jam, raisins, more sugar and lots of cinnamon. He rolled up the whole thing and cut slices an inch thick, then placed them on a cookie sheet to bake.
Finally the day had arrived when we got all packed and took a one day trip to cedar point. My mom packed some snacks and we hit the road. The whole ride there I was bored and hungry, but I wasn’t going to eat a healthy snack. Which was a bad idea since I get migraines when I don’t eat. “UGHHHH!
My body ached, I stopped eating and tried to stop feeling by sleeping for close to twelve hours a day. Luckily my parents, god bless their souls, fought tooth and nail with me almost every day just to get me to sit up and get out of bed never mind leave the house. In the winter of 2014, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. As time went on I was able to get treatment and by late spring I was back at school. When school ended in June of 2015 I wanted to continue on to my senior with the rest of my classmates.
My second rewarding school experience was in high school senior year. I chose my senior experience because I had to fix what I had done my earlier years of high school. I had to retake some classes and sacrifice my time and my teacher 's were willing to do the same to get me to pass. My teacher 's noticed my main struggles were in math and English and we made a plan of success to help me get on the path to graduate. This year is important because of two reasons reason one was it was my senior year and the second reason was that my school was closing down and there wasn 't going to be any summer courses to take to make up the classes.
Each and every one of them received a hot meal. As Rufus bit into the delicious and spectacular food that tasted as heaven in a bowl his taste buds successfully lit up giving him a joyous feeling. He devoured the delicious food but he did so slowly as he was used to absolutely no food, this was a gift. The overwhelming and pleasant smell of home cooked food aggressively filled Rufus’s nose all night long. This was the first terrific sleep he had ever gotten and he cherished the comfortable, cozy bed he laid upon.
so I decided to go to a coffee shop called Cafe Colonia. When I walked in my body was immediately soothed from the delicious smells of pastries and coffee. I sat down and ordered a slice of kuchen de frambuesa, raspberry pie,
I did the work and then I ate. Work for your food became my code for life. As a result, God has delivered my from my selfish, self-destructive modes of self indulgence, glitter, glamor, and famous foolishness of Greed and contempt. This is something new to think about on an empty stomach!
It was very satisfying, and because of that, I am very hardworking today. Not only that, twice a year we would have a cookoff to make
Personal Statement for NQT Year I have been lucky enough to have been taught by some truly inspirational teachers and am aware of the effect they have had on my life and the choices I have made subsequently. My own passion for working with young children extends from my desire to emulate these role models and perform the same inspirational function in the lives of my students. I have always enjoyed being around young people and have supplemented my interests in primary teaching with as much work experience as possible. I completed my PGCE Education course and qualified in 2006.
According to Zooey Deschanel, nothing can be as hard as middle school. I was a big scaredy cat when I started middle school in 5th grade. My guts were flipping and flopping on that first day. Even though I didn’t know any teachers or friends, I made new friends and met new teachers. I had Mrs. Wherley as a homeroom teacher, she was nice as pie to me.
The high school that I was in gave me an interesting experience. I was able to learn and experience different lessons with in my high school. Three of those life lessons that I went through are when my school was placed on lockdown, another experience is a club that I joined which helped really mature. Finally the other experience I faced in high school was that some of my friends that I had wanted me to join them in some bad situations but I kept myself out of those situations.
My educational journey has been an experience I will remember. I have attended school in three different countries, Antigua, St. Thomas, and New York. A diverse educational experience has allowed me to interact with many different cultures and confront many of the different topics we discussed in class. At that time however, I was not fully aware of the implications of certain situation but after many readings I can now fully understand many of the experiences I encountered in my journey. All the information I have learned in this class however will bring all my experience together where I can make much more sense of it than I could when I was younger.
My fifth grade summer started with my mother volunteering me as a tutor twice a week throughout the summer. I visited my neighbor’s house to assist her in tutoring kids with math and reading. I of course protested, but my mom being my mom made me do it anyways. After my first week, I began focusing primarily on tutoring elementary aged kids. It took me a few sessions to acclimate to a teaching role rather than a student.
I believe as teachers of English language we first get our understanding of the English teaching methods and techniques that would later affect our decisions about teaching our own students long before than official academic training begins. In fact, I, as a non-native speaker of English language, have spent at least twelve years learning it, which also means twelve years observing my teachers’ methods and strategies. Therefore, I would first like to describe my experience as a learner of English, then proceed with describing my personal teaching experience and conclude with a reflection on how these influences shaped my beliefs about language and language learning. Traditionally, teacher in Russia is regarded as an authority figure, and learners tend to rely on them to a large extent, therefore approaches that Russian professors adopt are mostly