My Senior Year At Antelope Valley Community College

For my last semester of observing before student teaching, I was placed at Mink Shoals in a fifth grade class. I was placed with Miss Whitten. She is an amazing teacher who has taught me many valuable lessons. Miss Whitten has been at a variety of schools and classrooms so your management techniques and basic skills were great. I spent about one-hundred hours in her classroom. I got to know her, and all of her students very well. Being at Mink Shoals was the first time I had the opportunity to work with hearing impaired students. In her classroom, she had two students with hearing issues. I only got the opportunity to work with them during math, but I was able to learn how to communicate and teach them to the best of my ability. In her classroom, she also had a few students below grade level in a variety of subjects. She taught me how to work with these students. We were able to work with these students one-on-one because we did a lot of group work. She would always be sure to put the students below grade level together so I or she could work with them to help them improve their skills.

Senior year, a time when all students begin to reflect on their lives as well as the their yearns with their hopes and dreams. Jose vargas a senior at Theodore Roosevelt High School has traversed the rocky road that is high school. He has an interest in science and wants to find a career in the medical field as a doctor or as a forensic investigator working to solve crime. Jose vargas has an interest in cooking and enjoys working out as the feeling of increasing his strength is something that he enjoys to do. The student would like too go to college to and be the first to do so in his family. He also shows an interest in working with companies and working with sales in trying to improve companies and helping them get sales. I am vurrently

When junior year ended last summer, I felt like I knew exactly what was coming my way-- after all, I watched three different groups of my friends go through senior years of their own. It was finally my turn to experience senior year, something it seemed I had known about for years, and I felt like senior year would be easygoing and uneventful. Now, it has taken just a few short months to realize how incorrect I was. If senior year has taught me anything, it is that one never really knows what comes next for them, even if they have a good idea. The monumental highs, as well as the deepest of lows, have kept me on my toes throughout my senior year.

In 2011 I came to the Richard Stockton College of New Jersey, and four years later was a member of the first graduating class Stockton University in 2015. During those four years as an undergraduate student, I enrolled in a number of classes and interacted with an immeasurable amount of students, none of which I could tell you the name of, nor any of the professors that I have interacted with ever again. This had been the format for my education to which I had become accustomed to.

While working full time, I also enrolled in a community college on a part time

Now that I am in college, I am a full time student while working 3 different jobs. Aside from working, I am also a member of various organizations. I am part of the William Thompson community and the Dell Scholars

My eighth grade year of Middle school. I had many challenges, with making friends and subjects. But one challenge was mathematics.I knew my eighth grade year was most important when it came transferring into my high school years, yet I didn’t do anything to raise my grade in mathematics at that time. It wasn’t until two I had a very low grade in mathematics on my report card at that I realized I needed to do something about my low grade. So after that report in math, I really was determined to really bring that F up to at least a B or A. So I remember I started to go to after school tutoring to get help with my math subject. They placed me with a teacher named Ms.Alice. And she really helped me with my subject.

May came around at long last. So did the end of my second semester of college at Florida Atlantic University. Not only did I survive my freshman year, I thrived, passing eight of my nine joint courses with A’s and getting A-minus on the other one. Just like “Neon” Leon shocked the departed Muhammad Ali in 1978, I defied my own expectations and those of a few among my closest friends and family. Did I soon spend the next few months indulging in summer merriment at the beach, getting my tan on while thirteen-year-old boys fawned over pictures of Selena Gomez? Nope. I took summer classes to keep my mind sharp and knock out a few of the requirements towards a degree which I’d earn three years later. One such class = a six-week crash course in public speaking. Everything went well until I got an assignment to create, practice, and deliver a three-to-five-minute speech involving someone who stood out. The possibilities overwhelmed me until I recalled someone with an outstanding life, hit him up on my cell, and talked to him in person one hot Saturday afternoon.

When going into my second semester of senior year knowing I had enrolled to take Freshman Composition, I was nervous. However, despite all the negative feedback I had received, I challenged myself to do my best and try my hardest to never give up or slack off. That was unsurprisingly a challenge for me, but with a little motivation of getting the class out of the way this year instead of having to take it next year got me through the semester.

My Freshmen, Sophomore, and Junior years were mostly uneventful except more the unmentionable things that went on at home before I finally just left when my Junior year was almost over and ended up in a receivement home (a nice little place where kids are stored when they are freshly removed from their families until the people working there and your social worker can find another place for you to go) where I stayed for a week before they enrolled me in their Independent Living program which is for teens that are almost 18 whom nobody wants to foster or deal with because they are seen as uneducated, juvenile dangers. When my dad found out that I was there he didn’t care until he found out that he could get more money from the state if I was

It was in Week 2 of the Semester that significant change occurred. During this week, the number of students enrolled in Stile doubled. This was due, in part, to the migration of Year 9 work units but around 25% of Year 10 students were also enrolled. The total number of students enrolled at the end of the second week of the Semester represented almost 50% of the student cohort. This growth continued across all of Term 3, and by the beginning of Term 4 the total enrolment for Stile was 796, a little over 75% of the student cohort.

When I started Unity High School I had a certain idea that I was not going to like the school but overall its a great school. My thought on how high school was going to be like was crowded people having a lot of school pride. How i thought to get through my first year in Unity High School was by doing all of my work being kind to others participating in class and following the classroom rules. I still do these thing because i think that they are great to start the school year with potential and not being a bad student. How i would complete my work in the beginning of the school is that when we had an assignment that was due next week i would do it that same day that they gave it to us because i thought that the teachers was going to check the

At the very beginning of my freshman year at Harris County High School, I looked at my schedule and I realized I was in Journalism. I was absolutely ecstatic; Jesus himself couldn’t make me any happier. The fact that I actually made it in made me all tingly and excited! At first I thought that Yearbook would be like every high school movie ever; all of the smart, unrecognized, but the necessary people got passes onto the football field to snap a few PERFECT pictures. Honestly, I thought every picture I took would be perfect. I never knew how to edit a picture beyond a snapchat filter, and I didn’t think I’d have to learn either. I thought every teacher would let you interview whomever you wanted, whenever you wanted. I never realized how hard choosing people to interview would be either. My biggest mistake was believing it was an easy free period.

A former classmate of mine that graduated and moved on to college told me that senior year is the easiest year of high school. I disagree. So far, senior year has been the most challenging year by far. It is easy for me to say that senior year has started slightly different than originally anticipated. However, it is gearing me towards a second semester I will never forget. Motivation and grades contribute to the ways in which my final year of high school has differed from my original visions, while how fast the year is going does not surprise me in the slightest.

My experience when deciding and attending my undergrad years in the out of state college, Howard University. About three to four years ago at the beginning of my senior year in high school, I started searching for universities to apply towards. At the beginning of my search, I was only looking for in state colleges that were three to five hours away from my residence, like Florida State University and University of Central Florida. My reasoning for these choices was because they were convenient, comfortable, and cheap. I wanted my college experience to be greatly similar to my high school years. Honestly, my high school years were some of the most memorable aspects of my life. I enjoyed my academic classes, the hard work creating, drawing, and painting in fine arts, and the days were me and my friends stayed after school to participate in poetry readings.