The first time meeting you. Going to preschool when you're still young, you never think of anything but maybe the people around you or maybe when nap time is. Mom always dropped me and my little brother off before she went to work and gave us food and other things we might have cried for before leaving the house. My brother and I always had to have our stuffed animals with us. We’d take them everywhere, the park, outside, the store, and even to our preschools. Today was different though it was my birthday and I didn't just get dropped off at the preschool. Mom dropped me off with the girl that usually ran or took care of the kids at the preschool. They talked for awhile as they both laughed and then the girl finally looked down at me and …show more content…
The parents started passing out the cupcakes, I didn't get one so I started crying. It’s my Birthday, why didn't I get one first? Then the girl sat me in a high chair and behind her was my mom holding what looked like a hamburger. I stopped crying and looked at her. The salt from my tears were strong and I could still taste it in my mouth, but maybe it was because my hand was in my mouth as well. As my mom walked closer I took my hand out of my mouth and reached my hands up so she could hold me. Instead she set the hamburger in front of me and kissed my cheeks. The hamburger wasn't a hamburger, it was a cake that looked liked one. Candles were stuck on top and had flames on them. Everyone started singing Happy Birthday and then made me blow out the candles. Mom took the candles out and told me to dig in. I stuck my hand in and felt how thick the frosting was before my fingers hit the cake. As I was diggin in Mom was taking pictures and laughing. It was the best cake ever! I couldn't eat it all because I would have gotten sick. So mom took it away after awhile. Mom picked me up as the took the cake and washed me off. All the kids went back to play with their toys and the bouncy balls. In my mom's left arm we walked outside where I saw my brother and my dad. Mom let me down so I could run to them. When I was running something came from behind my dads
In August of 2008, I went to Eureka Community Nursery School. The very first day of school for me, now it would be as easy as counting to three.
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The article Preschool is For Real by Julie Poppe is based on how we should create high quality preschool. It states that over the years funding for early childhood education has went up and enrollment has increased as well. Teachers today have a lot of responsibility when it comes to teaching preschool. They need to making learning fun and simple, but they also need to follow state guidelines and curriculum. With preschool becoming more popular, states are changing their curriculum. Many researchers have found that preschool is incredibly important to young children but only if the program is of high quality. Poor quality can actually have a negative effect on the children. They article outlines what it means to be a high quality preschool
My experiences working with children officially began in 2012 when I started working for One of A Kind Progressive Early Education. I worked with children of all ages, primarily toddlers and preschoolers. While working at One of A Kind, I assisted the lead teachers as much as possible. I helped develop daily routines of activities, lesson plans, nap, and toilet-training times that seemed most effective for the students. I worked with parents during pick up and drop off times to make sure they were happy with the schedule and care their child was receiving. I was in charge of maintaining a safe environment for the students at One of A Kind.
It was hour four. I glanced at the tiny digital clock on the dusty, outdated, desktop computer. “Five minutes left in free play!” I yelled over the jumbled sound of Mario Kart, xylophones and freeze dance. The daycare had almost a club atmosphere at this point as muffled dance music blasted through the speakers; the only partition between the high-energy fitness center and us was a thin wall of glass, littered with sticky handprints. There were currently thirty children ranging from ages 3 to 12 and it was up to me my coworker to watch all of them, do payments and update the roster. She was busy with the infants, leaving me to take care of everything else. Much like a general getting ready for war, I prepared myself. Sometimes, the room would have up to 40 kids in it at once, so I had to be an authoritarian. I knew I had it in me; I had practice using my voice working at the preschool.
In this essay, I will discuss my experience during middle and late childhood. I will address three stages which are the physical, cognitive, and socioemotional development. The physical development consists of body and brain growth, health issues, and motor skills. The cognitive development consists of language, memory, and attention. Socioemotional development is based on relationship, employment, and personality.
As an early childhood educator I believe each child is an exceptional unique individual that needs to be provided a secure and loving environment in which they are able to grow emotionally, physically, socially and intellectually. My longing is to help each and every one of my students explore their creativity, understand their emotions and learn self-regulation along with social skills and the best of academics that I can possibly provide. The role I have as an educator is to guide my students while allowing them to explore their curiosities about the world around them and academics to blossom while teaching respect and caring for others.
I have been a preschool teacher, teaching mixed age children from 18 months to 5 years, for over 10 years. I started as a work study employee, while attending the Community College of Philadelphia in 2006, to a part-time teaching assistant while attending Temple University in 2010. This led me to a lead-teacher position after graduation and then to a program coordinator. I have developed effective working relationships with children in the past years. This position has helped me improve my teamwork and interpersonal skills by cooperating with other teachers in planning teaching materials according to the Reggio Emilia approach and by sharing teaching resources. I decided that working with children, understanding and assisting in their education,
Little by little, children finish their meals and get ready for naptime. The children dump the remainder of their milk in the same sink where they wash their hands. Slowly children go lie down on their own. One of the TSS’s turns off the lights on that side of the room. Kayla puts on a rest time cd and goes to start cleaning up the kitchen. I ask what kind of music is playing but Kayla is not sure. Alyssa gets blankets for any children who need them. Kayla tells her the children only get their blanket if they are settled down. Seeing the children start to fall asleep I get ready to leave. Saying goodbye to Kayla and Alyssa, thanking them for their time.
I want to become someone who teaches, an educator, a role model, a teacher. I want to help children in their early childhood education. I want to become a teacher because teachers play a very big role in children’s lives. Not only do they serve as educators, but for many kids, the classroom is where they feel the safest. They feel welcomed and at home. For these certain kids it is their one place of stability where they are always guaranteed to be loved and get fed and to have fun. I enjoy watching kids grow and helping them develop their learning skills. Every kid needs a good education and I want to be the one giving them that good education. I want to make a difference in their lives and prepare them for the road ahead.
Like many people everyone wants to find their calling and figure out where they belong. My parents moved to the United States risking their lives on a boat from Haiti but soon separated while in america . My mom did a great job raising four kids on her own and I being the second child took part in raising my two younger siblings. In elementary school I struggled in many subjects but excelled in art, when I finally learned to read and went to middle school my grades were high enough to have honors reading and social study classes and even apa classes in highschool. I continued to excel in a lot of my classes, turns out I was smarter than I thought and all I need to do was learn to read and have people who took the time to teach me.
It is a pleasure to be able to attend one of your classes, UNIV 190, during the fall of 2015. First, to introduce myself, I am a freshman at Clarkson University named Ashanti Larisse Fleming. I was born to two African-American parents named Arthur Fleming and Kimberly Dowdell 17 years ago on December 22, 1997, in Hartford, Connecticut. I have spent the majority of my life living in Connecticut, and the experiences I have there is what influenced and shaped my personality, behavior, and other aspects of myself into what it is today.
Early childhood is a time full of curiosity, exploration, creativity, excitement, and rapid development. During these formative years, children develop attitudes about education that remain with them for the rest of their lives (Kostelnik, Soderman, & Whiren, 2011). High quality early childhood education programs and highly effective, passionate teachers or care providers will not only promote young children’s development and academic achievement but will also foster a lifelong passion for learning. ECE programs and educators utilize learning centers to contribute to young children’s acquisition of literacy, numeracy, creative thinking, problem solving, and motor skills as well as a number of other skills and knowledge (Jarrett, 2010).
As a preschool teacher, I get many opportunities to contact with different directors and supervisors in the school environment. During six years of preschool teaching, through interacting with varied supervisors and working in several schools, I have experienced many positive and negative ones. I have also learned many valuable lessons from these experiences. As we know, everything is not always wonderful. Just as my experience, it is not always optimistic. In this journal, I would like to share my first supervisory experience with you, although it is not a happy one. I feel if I want to learn and improve myself, I need to talk about or reflect the experiences either positive or negative ones.
It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.