I grew up on a farm in southwestern Iowa outside of a town named Harlan. My dad is a farmer and has not moved out of our county his entire life. My mom was a teacher in the Harlan School District for 27 years, before resigning in 2013. I spent much of my childhood split between two places: our family farm and my mom’s classroom. I ran through the cornfields just as much as I ran through the hallways of her school. As time went on, I spent less time on the farm and more time in classrooms. My mom worked at a public elementary school, so that is where my parents decided to send me. I started at a public school and graduated from a public school. I have been in a public school my entire life, I want to teach in a public school as well. I like the economic and religious diversity that comes with the public school. Harlan is a small town, so there is only one private school. The private school is Catholic and has a higher tuition cost than the public school. Many students in our public school system either could not afford the tuition of the private school or were not Catholic. I like that a public school allows everyone to gain knowledge and is not just limited to a select group of individuals. There is not much racial diversity in the Harlan school district. My school was predominantly white, with maybe three or four students in each grade level who identified as a minority. Gender diversity in students was split evenly between male and female. However, most teachers were
Jamestown and Plymouth Plantation are just like any other city now, they are different in many ways but still are similar in ways. Plymouth Plantation had a leader, Bradford, he was very strong and knew what he was doing because of his experiences it didn't “crash and burn”. Unlike Jamestown's leader, Smith, he was a strong leader at first and he knew what he was doing but then he left and Jamestown went bad. Both of them were sent to go explore the new land and see what is in it. When going through it there were always obstacles, but they managed to overcome it and continue with their voyage.
: The book of Job is known as an anonymously written book, meaning that no one is sure of the author. Some say it could be Job, Elihu, or a person involved in Jobs life, and it is said that this person is certainly an Israelite. There are many different ideas of when Job was written, but the roundabout date that has been estimated by occurrences in the scripture, it is believed to have been written around 1700 – 2100 B.C.. The main characters listed in Job are Job, Eliphaz, Bildad, Zophar, Dinah, and Sitidos. This book is one of the few wisdom and poetic books and is narrative, it tells the story of Job and how strong his faith is despite the trials and tribulations he deals with in his life. It shows that without even the slightest answer to why from God, he continues to trust him. The purpose of Job is showing the power of faith, God testing Jobs’ faith and Job complying. The theme is showing that even a very righteous and blessed man
The significant event I am about to share is about my transition from going to a public school my whole life to suddenly switching to a private school named Brampton Christian School. The following story mostly involves me, and a little bit of my sister. At age four, I started school at Sir Wilfred Laurier Public School, where I made the first few friends of my life. I graduated in grade six, and headed onto middle school, at William Grenville Davis Sr. Public School, an opportunity to make new friends. Near the end of grade eight, we had a huge friend circle and we were all looking forward to going to the same high school (Turner Fenton SS). A couple days into summer, all of a sudden, my mom’s friend recommended her BCS, telling her she could
Spending time in Ms. Gibson’s 1st grade class at Birney Elementary School in the Long Beach Unified School District presented many fascinating learning opportunities. Prior to my experience at this school, review of the STAR report and the School Accountability Report provided interesting background information on the school. While background information set a certain expectation at a school level, it did not offer any insight into my classroom experience. Consequently, I did not have any expectations on what I would learn by working with an experienced educator. Even though I did not have any specific expectations, I did learn a few tips on classroom management and teaching that I plan to take forward. Additionally, my early fieldwork experience assisted in helping me discover my weakest areas in respect to teaching, to focus on in my education.
The year I was born, my parents left the educational woes of Buffalo City Schools and fled to the rolling hills and small town life in our tiny village of East Aurora, New York. The only house I have any recollection of is situated on a few acres of forest with a trickling stream meandering its way around the property. This setting was my first classroom and nature was my first teacher.
Now let’s quickly close this protracted (slide rule scaled) essay by skipping over the gaping and barren caldera that is my Public School education, where I studiously avoided the pre-med Math and Science track - since I don’t plan on becoming a doctor or a mathematician, in favor of Castle’s (almost but not quite) nationally recognized Media Arts Program - since I do plan on pursuing the Arts, diving deep into the (Liberal) Arts and Languages - Pidgin, Spanish, French, English & Writing classes, to emulate the trail-blazing trajectory of my older (and similarly math-phobic) sister Maria, so like her I too might procure a Kenyon Film degree and secure my fame and fortune and everything that goes with it - I thank you all (and one day The Academy)
To know how much I have changed over the years, you should know how I was before I went to public school. I was a sheltered homeschooler, and I had very bad social skills. My parents knew this and that is part of the reason I’m at Remington. The other part is because math sucks. So let me start from the beginning of the story.
It’s been about three months since we’ve moved to Phoenix after the situation with Billy Deel. Grandma Smith died but Mom didn’t tell us anything about it and we’re living in one of her old houses now. The house is huge with fourteen rooms, Brian and I counted them as soon as we got there. We even have a backyard with orange and palm trees! Our neighbors are mainly Mexican and Native American people living in houses turned into apartments.
“Can we talk about moving to Minnesota?”, my father would ask. “I don’t want to, ” I’d always responded. This lasted for four years, my father always looking towards the future, my future, but never willing to press me towards the opportunities he saw. I had friends, an expansive yard where I could play, take pictures, observe the wildlife, a quaint home in a quaint neighborhood attending a quaint school in northern Mississippi, and each time the question came up, a feeling of fear welled up as I thought about how different it would all be, really the complete opposite: a rural home to a suburban apartment, a school with fewer than a thousand students for grades K-12 to one quadruple the size, a world with friends, one without. Eventually, after my eighth grade year, I let in to my father and allowed logic to clear the emotions that
My story starts seventeen years ago when I born in a small town hospital in Rensselaer Indiana. I was the offspring of farmers, educators, 4-h’ers, and Purdue graduates. At a young age, I discovered I lived an abnormal life of that of my friends. I lived fifteen minutes from the nearest school, and all four corners of my house were surrounded by corn. I was living in what we called “nowhere.”
Cell phones play an integral role in our lives, and we conduct many useful functions through them daily. If a mother wants to inform her kids that she would be late to pick them up from their school, the cell phone would provide a good medium to communicate that message. The cutting-edge technology of cell phones at your fingertips is a very powerful device that can be used to connect with people from all around the world, and it can also save lives as well in emergency situations. However, public institutions such as schools and libraries have gotten to the point where cell phones have become a major controversial issue. Improper cellular usage by the youth mainly caused this. Not just the youth, but adults too
I spent one semester in public school during my freshman year (2013), where I experienced a great deal of bullying and harassment. The bullying prevented me from having the educational experience and environment I needed, especially while I was struggling with my issues at home as well. Because of these factors, my family made the decision that temporarily homeschooling would be the best for me. Even when I returned to public school, I was not given access to the course load I desired. Repeated attempts were made to enroll in more Honors and AP courses, as well as more dual enrollment classes, but the school administration was not willing to help me pursue my college preparatory path after I returned from home-schooling. However, I view my
I have spent my entire life stuck in the South. My sister, Alyssa, and I were both born in Mount Airy and have lived here our whole lives. Even when my family went on a vacation, whether it was towards the beach or the mountains, we never left the south. I attended kindergarten through the twelfth grade in this town, having been homeschooled for the first four years. Even when I graduated from high school, I didn’t go far, as I enrolled in a college in Dobson.
Going to a public high school you meet all kinds of people. In my junior year of high school I met a boy my age, Asyln who failed a year. He mentioned complex trigonometry one day and I asked him how he could have been held back, he responds by telling me, “I don’t have the books like you, I don’t have two parents like you, and I don’t have money like you.” So I tutored him. I saw him learn and grow and I loved it. Similarly I fell in love with Columbia’s Harlem Tutorial Project, taking the time to tutor young children makes an enormous difference to them. Many kids are disadvantaged and lending my hand and forgetting about the rigor of college to give back to our community is
I always struggled with school as a kid, I never wanted to go and I felt as if I was completely clueless because I didn't understand what was being taught. My mom soon realized I wasn't getting the help I needed with my education and pulled me out of public school to be homeschooled when I was ten. I then found out that I loved learning and wasn't as capable at school as I thought I was. I stayed home schooled until I was a junior in highschool. Because of how long I was homeschooled my parents thought it would be difficult for me to transition into public school again, but after moving to lyman Maine they agreed to let me give it a try since the school in the district was on the smaller side, so I started at Massabesic High School in September