The daycare was called sunshine daycare. My favorite toy to play with was my teddy bear. I had a brother named Derick when I was 3 years old. Then we moved from Chicago to Iowa. When I was 5 years old had another brother.
As a young aspiring musician in middle school, I wanted to start a band desperately. Instead, I was known as Emerson Middle School 's’ music freak. I posted flyers in businesses around my hometown and online ads. I wanted to be like Amy Lee from Evanescence terribly, but my taste in music was different than most people. When my fellow classmates heard about my compositions and ideas, they thought it was a joke.
It was 2005, and I was only 4 years old. I went to preschool at a church called Samuel United Church of Christ. I loved preschool because I could paint and play with fun toys. So, when I became sick, I was very upset that I couldn’t go to school. I vomited throughout the day and my mother gave me the usual saltine crackers and
This 8th grade year and my entire middle school experience was a fun time and a blast. I hope I get to experience In high school. The one question for high school is will it be a drastic change. In this bit of writing from my humanities I asked a big question.
Early in my life, I used books as an escape from the harsh reality in front of me. When I was around five years old, I was trapped in an abusive and sheltered household. When the yelling started, I used to hide under my bed and stay very quiet. I would read any book that I could find to keep my mind off what was happening around me. I made myself a safe space under my bed with a light and pillows.
My altered landscapes project explores how every individual has environments or places that at some point served a significant purpose in their life. For some, this could mean their grandmother’s house because it reminds them of when they were 5. For others, this could mean something as simple as their favorite coffee shop. This set of images captures locations that were important to me during specific periods of my life.
I was also placed into pre-school to work for one week. The nursery had a very structured routine, the children would usually arrive at 8:00AM. The children would then have breakfast at 8:30AM and snack time at 10:00AM, pre-school will then go out in the garden at 10:30am until 11:00am and the babies and toddlers would go around 11:30am to 11:45am and get ready for lunch at 12:00. If it was a rainy day we would usually have circle time. After lunch the pre-school children, toddlers and babies would go to sleep until 2:30pm.
Literacy is one of many words in the English language that is not accurate in definition; rather it varies from person to person through cultural experiences, community, exposure, and even academic submersion. Literacy, or being “literate,” is a skill that people use constantly to perform daily tasks such as reading road signs, texting a friend or calling a family member on the phone for a few examples. Through my experiences, however, literacy is as a form of communication, writing, and reading. Each family creates traditions in their household, ranging from food traditions to holiday traditions. Some of these traditions include eating specific meals with corresponding days of the week, like Taco Tuesday, while others’ traditions could be
Well I started Pre-K then I moved to Elmore city. Soon I was enrolled in school here my teacher was Mrs. Smit. Soon I made a friend, Brittany Holt. She became my best friend. I remember when our class took a trip to the train station I sat with he and her older sister.
On the way to my first day of preschool my dad was driving and I was in the back in my car seat excited to get new friends. I convinced myself that everyone would love me. When we got there dad unclipped my car seat and I leaped out and waited for him to hold my hand and walk me in. My heart raced with excitement and crusade, my ribs hummed from my fast heart beat. The principal met us at the entrance and walked me in to my classroom with dad following.
I grew up as the youngest of four girls. While being the youngest child isn’t always the easiest, it has really contributed to who I am today. As the baby, I got to learn from not only mine, but my sisters’ mistakes and successes as well. I learned how to disagree with people calmly and talk things out. I learned to be able to listen to and accept other people’s opinions even if I didn’t agree with them.
I remerber the first time I learned how to read. That was the hardest things I’ve ever learned. Because, when I was in kindergarden, I wasn’t a smart boy. I just wanted to play and play so, when my teacher asked me to read, I couldn’t do that because I never review my lesson at home. After that, my teacher told my mother to take me to a private class and also have to pay more to my school.
I have always loved working with children. Most of the time, children are an abundance of joy and they're infectious in the best way possible. Their happiness always becomes my happiness and even though there may have been times where young children are troublesome, I was so proud see them learn right from wrong. My pain for caring for children began in 2012, when my two younger brothers began attending a daycare right down the street from where we lived. But it was not until the summer of 2013 that I began spending time around the daycare because I didn't want to stay at home by myself for the entirety of the summer.
My friend and I sprint through the woods, glancing worriedly at the clouds above threatening to begin a downpour at any minute. Although we run as fast as we can, we are weighed down by the amount of sticks and firewood we hold, needing to stop frequently to adjust my raincoat, which is covering the wood from the light drizzle that has already begun. Once we get back to our cabin at Camp Hayward, we stash the wood underneath, marveling the growing piles of sticks girls all around the camp are collecting in preparation for the next day. Every session the camp offers has a unique activity, but we all know that session four has the best one: a two day color war, with the last day consisting of fire games. Four girls from each team get selected to be fire tenders, and everyone on camp, including myself, was almost certain that I would be one of them.
I’ve been watching her ever since she was a little girl. She was always sweet and so innocent. She never wanted unnecessary attention. A nice, humble girl who would always take some food and some other useful things from people without them noticing. When caught, she would always say it’s for her sick and old grandmother.
