My Experience In My Math Class

As we pulled up to the massive elementary school building, I begged my mom to let me stay home from school, just once. As usual, she said no. Realizing my attempt to get out of school was futile, I shouldered my backpack, swung open the door, and trudged over to the front door. I would rather be anywhere else than here. For the majority of my life, I attended public schools. It wasn’t rare for me to fail a test or even a whole class. It was because of these failures that I would get even more demotivated and threw away the idea of working hard or completing quality work altogether.

A time that I experienced failure was when i failed my Algebra II class for first semester. My biggest error was that I didn’t retake my quizzes that i failed when i had the chance too. The first 3 months i didnt really tried, I would tell myself that I had a lot of time for the semester to end. However, i regretted it when i found out that i only had a few weeks for the semester to end. I stressed out the last weeks, I couldn’t go to sleep in the night. I would keep thinking of my grade and how i was going to fail the class. I knew that colleges were gonna see my grades for this year, my junior year. I really want to go to college, I want to make my parents proud. The last weeks, i did everything that i could. I did all the missing homework, and I tried to

At the beginning of the year, I was uncomfortable. I felt like I would not be able to learn as much because of the different environment I was faced with. Little did I know it would be the complete opposite; I would end up learning more than I ever had before in a traditional English class. I was a little uneasy about the classroom setup, rolly chairs usually formed in a circle, and typically a student led class. As the year progressed, I realized that the mobility of the chairs and the opportunity to openly participate in class discussions led to me becoming more comfortable in the classroom and also led to me learning more about how to become a better reader, writer, and thinker. I accepted the challenge of learning in a unique environment.

You’ve reached the classroom now, the right one, you’re sure, but there’s already people inside and you’re early, so you lean against a wall and wait. You keep your mind perfectly blank as you watch the students, now your peers, go by. You notice the rock in your shoe again, and you contemplate it’s and then your very own existence for a while, very heavy but not unpleasant before class thoughts.

The classroom was not how I had expected it to be. I was immediately surrounded by a sea of blue. The turquoise painted walls were like the Caribbean, calm, peaceful, and relaxing. There were thousands of miscellaneous objects lying all around the room. On the left side of the classroom was a corner of books, stacked nearly all the way to the ceiling. On the back table, a wooden bowl of red peppermint candies

When I was in middle school, I ran track—specifically, the 1500 meter event. Every meet, I got last place. But I still received a ribbon—the same size, albeit not the color blue—of the first-place winner. As a kid who didn’t really care about sports, I was never too upset over getting last—after all, someone had to. But I was always baffled by the fact that despite putting in minimal effort, I was still earning ribbons. To me, participating isn’t an achievement, and nobody deserves a trophy for it—I assumed people participated for the enjoyment. I ran track, not for the ribbons, but because I loved running. However, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to understand that everyone does not hold the same philosophies as I. Over the past four

Walking into eighth grade math class everyday made my heart stop. Nothing was clicking for me, I couldn’t grasp what was going on. Numbers were flying around in my brain, while everyone else understood what was being taught. I was frustrated and embarrassed that I couldn’t solve the problems that had been put on the board and would pray my teacher didn’t call on me to solve them. I didn’t understand what I could be doing wrong,

In all my items, the two most important artifacts to me are my 1st place Track and Field Areas ribbon, and my 3rd place Volleyball Areas ribbon. If I had no choice but to choose one over the other, I’m sure you’d be surprised to hear that I hold more sentimental value for my third place ribbon than my first place ribbon. There is only one reason why: teamwork. I always thought of myself as an introvert. I loved the idea of working alone while separating myself away from the crowds. I despised the idea of depending on someone else for something I know I was capable of doing without the help of someone else. But I was also very fond of sports. I joined the volleyball team at my school. I have always considered myself to be an independent leader,

Attending Blanton Elementary exposed me to quite a peculiar experience, especially while during the years where the old school was transitioning to the new school. Construction was ubiquitous, the recess area was limited, and the whole environment felt crowded. The whole class didn’t like it, including myself. However, after a few years of growing up, I realized that my exposure to the construction improved my ability to withstand distractions and obstacles. Because of this unusual experience, I was able to personally develop skills to easily disregard impediments at an early age, which ultimately helped me in producing effective studying habits. It’s why I appreciate Blanton for providing me with this enlightening experience. Additionally,

I nervously walked down the colorful hallway decorated with children’s art projects and posters with cliche quotes. I approached the room labeled 208, took a deep breath and opened the door. Instantly I felt the intense glare of 25 4th grade students. Their teacher introduced me and explained that I would be helping out once a week because I would be studying education in college. Giggles and whispers filled the room and even some comments about my above average height. After quieting the rambunctious children, the teacher proceeded to give the class a math assignment and then gestured me towards her desk. “Could you take Maya into the hallway and help her with this fractions worksheet?” She asked. I was shocked I didn't expect to be working

Just walking into the school was overwhelming. Compared to my previous school, it was massive. Everyone already had friends from their previous two years in middle school. The system of changing rooms for every class was alien to me, so of course, I got lost quite a bit. Further complicating the matter was the fact that there was a different schedule every other day. I didn’t realize that until first period on the second day of school, when a rather unfriendly girl told me to get out of her seat.

I remember feeling perplexed as early as the second grade as to why my desk always had to be in the back of the classroom, why my knees always hit the bottom of its cold, metal frame, and why it was always my job to get the class notebooks from the top shelf of the bookcase. Still, to this day, I do not remember ever signing up for the position of classroom assistant nor do I remember an election taking place, it was simply my allotted task. I also never understood why the cute outfits from Zellers and Old Navy never fit me. Was it really that hard to make longer clothes? Dresses magically transformed into shirts, pants into shorts, and skirts, well that was just out of the question.

During my observation of this 9th grade Algebra1 class, I was interested in the way the teacher was teaching the lesson and the way she was interacting with her students. In high school, I had math teachers who would go over a procedure all at once without pausing between steps or asking students if we had any questions or if we were confused. My former teachers’ process of teaching left me confused throughout the lesson until they were done teaching so I can ask them for help. I really appreciated the way the teacher took the time to pause between steps and asked her students if they had any questions. When the teacher did this, I believe that she made her students understand the lesson better and helped them process

Observations for Jose took place on his science and math classrooms respectively. At the beginning of the class, the teacher asked a question to the group, Jose raised his hand to answer. He remained quiet on his desk while teacher explained the lesson in detail to the whole class. During the rest of the class, he remained seated on his desk and participated in the discussion at the proper time. The teacher showed a video to the class and asked some questions, most of the class tried to answer them, but Jose didn’t seem interested as he was with his head down on his arms. Next Day during the math period, students were working in small groups. Jose actively participated in the class discussion. He reviewed his paperwork with his peers and asked a few questions to the teacher’s assistant. Jose followed the teacher commands until the class finished. During the interview process, Jose mentioned that his favorite subjects were reading and science, conversely the subject that gives him most trouble is English because kids in the class laugh at him. Jose thinks that learning is natural for him and he can complete assigned works but doesn’t feel being as smart as the other students. When with his friends, he likes to hang out, play games and soccer. About his other classmates, he stated not getting along with them because they are always pushing or tickling him. Jose reported having no problems with the teachers or at school in general. On weekends, he usually enjoys of playing with

As a student, I remember how every classroom had its own group and environment. An