One class that I hated the most during my time in high school was Spanish. The reason for that is because my teacher and I for some reason did not get along. I always got in trouble in her class even when it wasn’t me, but sometime it was me. It could be one of my classmates talking to me she would call my name instead of that person. She would always call me outside of class asking what’s the problem with you today, and I would say nothing and she would answer back with it must be a reason you are disturbing class. With my Spanish teacher there was always something that I was not during right, and I hated that I felt she always singled me out in the class. The big turning point in this class is when we had to do a family presentation in Spanish, and she said if you had a relative that was taking the class you could do the same presentation. So when the time came do the presentation my little brother who was already taking the class had did the project and completed and received a grade of 100. When it came time for me to present the project she had to told me my brother did a great job let’s see how well you do. So when I had presented the project we had to talk in Spanish because that was part of the …show more content…
He was really just teaching out the book not knowing what he is doing. So we would watch a lot of videos on YouTube were other teacher taught us, and that was really my high school experience in math it was terrible. It was really crazy I didn’t know if I was going to pass this math class my Senior year of high school, because I had a 69 all the way to the last day of school. Until I took my final examine that I studied really hard for because I knew I needed that class to graduate high school, and I ended up passing the final exam with a 82, which ended up replacing all of my falling test grades before. I ended passing the class with an
“Dad: [Bangs table, silverware jumps] ‘Cut the crap. She knows what’s up. The interim reports came today. Listen to me, young lady. I’m only going to say this once. You get those grades up or your name is mud. Hear me? Get them up!’ [Attacks baked potato.] Mom: [annoyed at being upstaged] ‘I’ll handle this. Melinda. [She smiles. Audience shudders] We’re not asking for much, dear. We just want you to do your best. And we know your best is much better than this. You tested so well, dear. Look at me when I talk to you.’” Speak, Laurie Halse Anderson
The Algebra II course was a college-prep lecture; they were at a higher level than a general class. With the title of the course, I expected to see well-behaved, attentive learners, who were interested in mathematics. When the apprentices did become disruptive or talkative, I expected that the teacher would discipline the students by sending them out into the hall or to the office, as occurred in my high school classes. I also expected to see a teacher that challenged the students’ knowledge of the subject, and pupils who gladly accepted that challenge. Finally, I anticipated the class lessons to go as follows: collect homework, class notes which are copied by the students, time set aside for the children to practice this work via worksheets and example problems, and then the assignment of homework for the next day. These expectations influenced the ways that I observed and reacted to Ms. Stone’s mathematics
For this assignment, I chose to interview Ms. Stephanie Sandate. I chose her because I not only respect her as my immediate supervisor and as an educator, but I genuinely like her and enjoy working with her every day. Ms. Sandate was born in Texas, but has spent quite a bit of time in Mexico and grew up speaking Spanish. She has told stories of her summers in Mexico and staying with her Spanish speaking grandmother. She even pokes fun at me for the way I pronounce my last name and said her grandmother would slap her if she said “Caballero” the way I do.
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In a musty and bleak portable classroom outside of Henry Clay High School, younger me sat and tried to understand the hardest foreign language of all, math. But this tutoring session was different, I was finally going to have a breakthrough and understand something in mathematics.
During the time we did this, no one monitored us. So of course, we used our beloved friend Mathway for the vast majority of problems. It showed us how to do the work, so that was helpful since we were, more or less, teaching ourselves. I tried to workout by hand at least two of every different kind of problem on our homework. I pretty much knew how to do anything anyway, the test wouldn’t be that hard. We did this low grade clerical work for two weeks, or what seemed like two years, until our first exam.
It was my eighth grade year and math teacher wasn’t that superior. And I’m not that bad at math but I couldn’t understand it at all. The teacher taught in a way that was so confusing to me and nearly to impossible to understand. I even got a toutor to help me, but because I was so confused about it. It was so unclear to me that it was like trying to look threw a stained glass window. It was so aggravating to not get something that had come so natural before. Every time the teacher talked about math it sounded
“Okay, my next question is, do you see any isolation between the immigrants’ students and the other students?” With no hesitation, she said, “In class, I do see an isolation between the immigrant students and the others. The immigrants sit the way back while the rest sits in front.” “And why’s that?”, I asked. “The reason is my desk is in the back so, if the need help or have any questions they ask me instead of the teacher because they are scared to be made fun of for asking for help.” “Okay, this is my final question, what advice would you give to your students to do out of class to improve their English?” “I would suggest them to watch any English T.V. program or speak to one another in English.” I thanked her for letting the chance to interview her, I got and said
It's only been a couple of months since I've started attending Foundation academy and I must say that my expectations have been satisfied, I've built important relations and have felt more successful than ever. I admire the expectations that are set because I believe that starting on the right foot is very important. I expect nothing but excellence from myself throughout this high school career. To do this I must benefit from every opportunity, that includes composing this piece.
The class that I like the least my freshman year is government, not only did I find out after half of the semester that I did not need the class I found out that I could not drop the class because I had to have 12 credits for my financial aid to cover my classes. I was so mad at my advisor for putting me in a class that I did not need and putting me in a situation that I could not do anything about. So I finished the class and ended with a low grade because I did not enjoy the class. I did not like the teacher he made a lot of squiggly lines and boxes and circles and I need words not just random drawings on a dry erase board and that was not even the worst part I told him that I couldn’t understand his way of teaching and he told me to do the best I can so I think it’s his fault that I didn’t do well. I also got the book to the class to find out that he don’t teach out of the book so I paid for it for no reason, he did not teach anything out of the book which is where I turned to since I could not understand him. Then I could not understand a word he said his accent was so bad that ...
So I set out to learn the language people assumed I already knew.”. Continuing her education with spanish was not easy, it took a lot of effort and hard work. She benefitted a lot from doing so , she was able to speak spanish , not perfectly , but just good enough for those around her to understand. The only drawback was the looks those fluent speaker would give her when she stumbled over a construction. She then makes an interesting point that if she were a white man/woman, who was attempting to speak the language , they would automatically start applauding just for the amount of effort given.
When I was in sixth grade I had a language arts teacher who was a racist. The class population was primarily white, there a few Hispanics, and a few African American
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If you could design any class, anyway you wanted; do you know what you would do? Whether it is reclining chairs or nap time you want. You get to decide whether you want, one or the other or both. You get to design the class any way you want. If I could design the perfect class it would have to have…
Before entering this class, I thought I was prepared for college English. I had incredibly capable high school English teachers, who taught me detailed mechanics, creative writing style, and of course, the necessity of practicing good grammar. On entering this class, I quickly realized how little I had actually learned in my high school English classes. While most of my high school English essays I wrote were based on literature, the majority of the essays I wrote in this class have been more experiential and centered on real-life issues. I expected to be writing essays on books I read and articles I analyzed, but that was not the case. This class showed me in a variety of ways that things are often very different than they seem originally