When I started Unity High School I thought that it was going to be boring school because my first choice was Skyline but my mom made me come to this school so I had to obey what my mom wants because she takes care of me and helps me with whatever I need help with so going to the school that she wanted me to go to was the least I could have done. I thought that high school was going to be difficult because the work that my brother would bring home when he was in high school looked really hard and I did not understand most of the work he needed to complete. But I realized that I need to be taught the material before I go on and do the work
A second paid opportunity I have had serving children has been working as summer camp counselor for the past three summers. Each summer since May 2013, Warren W. Willis United Methodist Summer Camp has provided me with the opportunity to mentor a wide variety of children ranging in ages from rising fourth grade to newly graduated high school seniors. Here I have taken on many roles of mentor, advocate, listener, friend, small group leader, activities facilitator, etc. Here I have interacted with children and adolescents of all backgrounds and cultures.
Summer was quickly sneaking up on me the spring of my eighth grade year. Finally, the moment we had all been not so patiently waiting on was approaching and as an upcoming freshman in highschool, I thought that I was invincible. Almost every sunny weekend of the end of school was spent with my close friends at the time: Leah Ross, Linley Heart, and Tara Schmidt. Leah’s parents had been building a house out on a farm at the time so we would go explore their property on her kawasaki mule, a small vehicle used to go mudding and for transport around the farm. Her dad made trails for us to ride on and we would be free for the weekend; attempting to make food, climbing out the window onto the roof and running around, messing with the animals,
In May two-thousand fifteen i completed my seventh grade year at my new school Watkins Memorial Middle school, it was my first time ever moving schools . Before i came to Watkins Memorial Middle school i went to Hamilton Township . I went there my whole life until i moved , i went to Hamilton Elementary for four years from kindergarten through third grade , then i went to Hamilton Intermediate School for three years from fourth grade through sixth grade . After sixth grade over summer break my mom enrolled me into the Southwest Licking School District at Watkins Memorial Middle School . I was nervous to move schools for the first time because i was worried about not being able to make any friends and also not liking the school .
I completed my placement hours at Northside High School. The population of the school is four hundred and seventy students. Of those four hundred and seventy students enrolled at Northside, 95% are White, 2% are Black, 2% are Hispanic, and 1% is Other. The percentage of students identified as living below the poverty index is 33%. Northside had eight class periods a day, which meant each class period was around forty minutes.
founded by Brianda Cediel in 2011 and it is focused on empowering children, both native and immigrants so that they can be successful in their pursuit of quality education. Specifically, its mission is to provide kids in the after school program with the necessary tutoring resources so that they can succeed in school and ultimately in life (Magee, 2017). Kids in the program are accorded tutoring opportunities in both Math and English so that they can meet or exceed the state of Minnesota education standards (Magee, 2017). Contextual lens
Teaching Diverse Learners: Tutoring Reflection For my tutoring requirement for Teaching Diverse Learners, I had the opportunity to spend time with the visiting teacher from Thai. Staying for three months, Lek, the Thai woman, stayed at Lee to learn about America and expand her English language skills. Since Lek is in her mid 50’s, we had a very different relationship than that of one tutoring a young child.
It was that time of year again, Spring Break. I have never gone anywhere for Spring Break, so I was never expecting that to change. My family was not at all interested in going somewhere tropical, but I always was. Everything changed for me when my boyfriend asked me to tag along with his family and himself to Florida. Soon after I found out the news about going to Florida, I then began to think about how we were going to get there.
I started out the summer working at McDonalds. When about two or three weeks went by, I had to go to Summer School. My family and I went tubing and drove around on a jet ski at cedar shore. I also went fishing on most of my off days and almost every Friday. When school ended and Summer School was going to start I had to retake an English course.
Darting through the long, bright hallway, I laughed outrageously with my friends while trying to get to the noisy, yellow buses. It was April __ and the students at Southern Nash Middle were finally being released from all classes. Everyone was extremely ecstatic because we out for a week for spring break. As we loaded upon the bus, everyone jumped in their seats and began talking about their plans for the week. I talked to my friends who sat across from me and listened to them talk on and on.
To my astonishment, tears filled my eyes as I packed the car and uttered my final goodbyes, leaving behind what felt like had become my home. I never imagined that I would miss attending the ten hour days of rigorous dance classes, eating mediocre cafeteria food, and constantly feeling on the brink of physical and mental exhaustion. As German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche cleverly stated, “That which does not kill us, makes us stronger.” This proved to be absolutely true throughout my four week experience at the California State Summer School for the Arts at CalArts where I learned the imperative life lesson of perseverance. The first week of the intensive was definitely one of the most physically and mentally exhausting weeks of my life.
It was the Friday that we went on to Spring Break, we had skipped the whole day almost, but we still made it to school. The girls and I were ready to spend time together before I went off with my mom for Spring Break like I always did for each break. We had a feeling that things would pop off, but who would 've known it would of all happened all so fast. Months prior to this situation a old friend and I had got into a little altercation, and we had stopped being friends, Faith was her name.
My plan was to teach kids at camp, but it was them who taught me the lesson I will never forget. Working with kids allowed me to grow and become an adult. I started working at a summer camp when I was 16 and I still work there to this day. It was my first job and I took it only because my mom wanted me to learn ‘responsibility’ and know what it’s like in the ‘real world’.
My experiences helping immigrant’s students was very rewarding for me because I could connect with the students and understand what they were going through. I will definitely continue to help as a peer tutor for next semester and I will recommend some of my friends to volunteer there too. Also I hope that my contributions to them, helped them achieve their goals and to be
My Arm Heaviness. Heaviness was the only thing I could feel at the moment. My arm felt like it was being dragged to the deepest places in hell. There was not an ounce of pain in my body just heaviness and confusion. When I tried to stand up the gravity in my arm pulled me down, it was only through pure will power and every ounce of my strength in my body that I managed to pull myself up and continue walking.
