Personal Narrative: Becoming A Middle School Teacher

“Stop being such a child!” A regular phrase that I heard when growing up through middle school. Whether they were kidding around or not, it really attacked me psychologically. As such, I was bullied for not being as mature as the other children around me. I really didn’t understand what the harm was with what I was doing. All that I simply did was continue to watch cartoons, draw, read comics, and other things that were apparently too kiddish to continue doing in middle school. It seemed in that time, people our age were pressured to act their age plus more. This left me alone most of the time, as I choose to do the opposite. I continued almost everything I did while I was in elementary school. Though the social knockback was tough, as being

Starting middle school was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. There was a brand new campus to explore, but we were also nervously anticipating the academic program that was about to begin. Most of my grade had been together since the age of four and by this time there were clear social divides. There were the girls who were seen as popular, and then there was everybody else. You could say that I was part of the popular crowd, though at the time I didn’t notice myself standing apart from the others. As a group of friends we got on well, we’d hang out, go to the cinema, have sleepovers, all the usual things friends do. Then things gradually started to change.

From my experience, surviving middle school takes a mixture of luck, naive fearlessness, and an aggressive number of colorful plastic binders. I started my first day of fifth grade a jumbled mess of nerves, anxious about making friends and doing well in class, and inexplicably dressed head-to-toe in red, white, and blue swag my mom got when the Summer Olympics were in Atlanta. I mean, my backpack matched my shoelaces, which matched my pants and my shirt. I might have even had a hat. A hat. A precisely matching hat. That I wore all day. Needless to say, I was not a particularly cool child. I studied hard, had a core group of equally nerdy friends, and constantly worried about whether I was doing the right thing or, perhaps more accurately, becoming the right thing. Was I not studying hard enough to get into college? Or maybe studying too hard, missing out on my youth? Would I grow into my teeth one day? Would my skin eventually stop looking like greasy peanut brittle?

As I went through 1-9 grade school I finally found grit. Going to St. Mary’s during 1-6 grade school getting up at 6:30 every morning just wanting to hit the snooze button so I could get that extra hour of sleep in. After getting ready for school, I would get on the bus, three stops later we would pick up these annoying foster kids that gave me a headache every day because they would shut their mouths that I would have to push through school with. Then building up all the energy sitting in 1-2 classrooms the whole day waiting for recess so I could let it all out. Since I pushed through those challenges, I was able to move on to middle school. During my two years of middle school three out of the five days of school, I would get up at 5:30 and

One morning, I woke up and got an email saying I was going to be a teacher at Crawford Middle School, so I got ready and drove to the middle school. When I got there I went to the office and got assigned to the seventh grade science class. At first I was nervous because I had nothing at all planned for class. As I walked in all eyes turned toward me. I introduced myself and started to become less nervous.

If I were to build a new middle school in San Marcos, CA where I live, I would power and heat the building by clean energy such as solar and wind power. I prefer to use solar and wind energy because it is cleaner source of energy and is less costly than the current way of powering buildings which is by electricity.

I was never the type of kid to standout in school especially not in the hallway. I was never too tall, never too short, not too scrawny, but the one thing I like to do is make people laugh. Yet even though that was very fun and all I still leave my legacy behind, which as weird, as this sounds, I was the one kid teachers never took seriously, but for the most part I never got that bad of a grade, in middle school(except when it came to 7th grade language arts class).

When I hear the word “survival”, I think of someone who has made it through the impossible or conquered a near death experience; but that isn't all that it means. According to the the Merriam Webster dictionary, “A survivor is a person who copes well with difficulties in their life.” Moving from elementary school to middle school taught me many new characteristics such as how to be more independent, responsible, and more open to changes.

I feel like my middle school writing career has improved with every writing project I have completed. As a writer I have changed over the years and have used many different tactiques in my essays. I have had strength in the ability to connect my idea with my evidence but I wish I could write a lot longer and more descriptive essays. I feel like my middle school writing careers has changed over the months.

This semester I am a junior at the University of South Florida and am working to complete a Bachelor’s of Science degree in Biomedical Sciences. I am seeking a job within a medical related setting, and while searching for opportunities on campus, I found the Teaching Assistant position opening in the Pediatric Department of the Morsani College of Medicine. After reading about this position and its expected qualifications, I feel as though my skills, experiences, and educational background would be fitting to this vacancy.

As an early educator my professional goals and aspirations have change since I read the interview conducted by the author, Denise Scott. As I read this article, I been inspired to reach out to my community, families, students, and peers in order to become a better leader. To make a difference I desire to be a leader in my community. In my community, it is important to connect to students that are entering the childhood field, however to create an atmosphere that encourages mentoring and learning (Rodriguez, 2005). As early educator leaders, we have to promote students by being a positive role model, therefore this would allow them to see the character within us. To work with children, leaders should exhibit good qualities, passion, leadership abilities as well as understanding for others. We have to create an environment that leaders can thrive (Scott, p.1 2005). As educator, we should lead as well as follow to be an effective leader in the early childhood field, however this mean continuing growing. The prospective students need to be aware that this field has no ending. The field of childhood studies is always changing and we have to stay embrace for the future There are challenges and should know where your strengths are as well as your differences (Scott, 2005)

When the opening for an elementary teaching assistant became available, I began to envision myself there. My personal values for why I am driven to teach are perfectly aligned with your school’s mission. A quality education surely encompasses the entire student. It is exciting to know that your students are not only geared towards academic success but are also encouraged to use their individuality and critical thinking skills to make a meaningful impact in the future.

It's going great in middle school so far. I have some problems with some things. There is lots of good and bad things about school. I think that some things need to be changed.

when i was growing up i never thought i would want to become a teacher. I always thought i would be something more exciting like a storm chaser, or a astronaut. a teacher back then to me was nothing special, it was just a boring job dealing with ungrateful children. Then when i entered high school I realized teaching students wasn’t as bad as i thought. I started tutoring kids in both math and history. i loved it when they would begin to understand a problem they were stuck on or they remembered that one date in history so they can pass a test. It was amazing.

My first semester as tutor lead in Spring of 2016 went well given the obstacles our team was given throughout duration of the semester. The highlights of my success include the completion of two of three required Tutor workshops. One, which was a Tutor Talk, was unable to be completed due an unforeseen closure of the building that it was initially supposed to be held in. I had chosen the time specifically to correspond to potential hurdles that my classes would present. I tried to reschedule it twice and was unable to due to time constraints and scheduling. Additionally, it wasn’t just a matter of scheduling, but the need to reserve a room. I wasn’t sure who served as the intermediary to get a room. Furthermore, the topic was vague, I asked