English teacher

As a secondary school English teacher starting a new school year, there is a curiosity about student readers in the classroom. Year after year without fail it seems that when the question is asked, “How many of you are readers?” only a few hands go up. Accompanying those timid responses are comments around the room like “I hate to read,” or “Last time I read an entire book was in sixth grade when the teacher read to us.” The consensus among educational professionals and researchers is that the problem

tension. However, English language teaching as one of the most populated discipline in the realm of teaching practicum seems to be ignored by most researchers and the issue of occupational stress is likely to be in its infancy in the field of EFL/ESL. To this end, the present study is designed to probe into the stress related subject matters among EFL/ESL teachers. More precisely, the researcher will try to examine the level of job related stress among English language teachers across Iranian and

As an English teacher at Wellesley High School, in the accomplished community of Wellesley, Massachusetts, David McCullough, Jr. confronts the paradox of reality versus the popular assumptions perpetuated by well-meaning parents and delivered a shockingly poignant attack on the Wellesley High School graduates’ self-perception and preparedness. In addition, he outlined the parents’ role in creating and maintaining this deception. Mr. McCullough used his knowledge and insight of the Twenty-first

challenges but I must fight for my dreams. Life has abrupt turns but I can adjust. I faced issues speaking English, a major disadvantage was being incapable of practicing at home since my parents solely speak Spanish. With my parent’s encouragement, I soon developed into an effective English speaker. From an English learner, now I’m an AP English student. My parents can’t help me in math, English, or science class, but they advice to use resources wisely. As a stressed teen, many times reassurance from

. I use my office for checking my email, eating the gourmet lunches, which I cook for myself before hand, and to grade papers with my favorite, red sharpie. I use my office for checking my email, eating the gourmet lunches that I cook for myself beforehand and grading papers with my favorite red Sharpie. I use my office for checking my email, eating the gourmet lunches, which I cook for myself before hand, and to grade papers with my favorite, red sharpie. I use my office for checking my email

My English teacher during my junior year always had this saying, "Integrity is everything." She 'd say it at least five times every class period. I never fully understood what she meant until about half way through my junior year when I was emailed a link from one of my friends. This link had all the history tests with all answers that we would be taking that year. My friend said he had found the website after Googling some questions that were on the old tests. He stated that he didn 't want to feel

team. The school I attended did not have a staff of extraordinary English teachers they were people who just enjoyed reading and writing. Reading had never been received by me as something I would be interested in personally. That all changed in my tenth grade year when I had Mrs. Victoria Walkers as my English teacher! She was a normal height brunette haired lady, just a regular old teacher like the rest. She was a newer teacher at the high school and had become friends with my mother who also taught

English is a very adaptable medium. And it is so adaptable that it can take on the tint of any country. Critics frequently praise the unaffected Standard English with which Narayan captures the Indian society, sensibility, particularly the South Indian ambiance. His unpretentious style, his deliberate avoidance of convoluted expressions

is about a teacher who treats his students with disrespect and with no cares of how their lives end up. Mr. Blessington is considered the villain in this story. He is the English teacher who tells his students that the boys will end up in jail and that all the girls were going to end up hooking. According to my standards this individual has no business in the school district. The hero of the story belongs to Mr. Tapia, the Science teacher at Julia de Burgos Junior High. This teacher stood up for

year of operation so it only had about 245 students: kindergarten through 10th. After finding my room number, I walk in and immediately my nose wrinkles in disgust. The smell of old coconut and feet overwhelms me and I feel like throwing up. The teacher, whose back was to me, was writing on the whiteboard while constantly flicking her white, coarse, frizzy hair out of her eyes. I sit down in a chair near the door, and fold my hands. Slowly, the class begins to fill up and I know most of my classmates