I remember being so nervous on my first day of kindergarden. I had no clue what was going on and I didn't speak a lot of English. I was five at the time and I had only learned how to properly speak Spanish a year before that. Transitioning from Spanish to English in a year was very difficult. It was even worse because I didn't know how to count or sing my ABC's, which is basically all we learn in kindergarden. When I got to my classroom I didn't know anyone and I was really shy. I didn't really understand some of the things my teacher would say, but I would just nod my head and pretend I did. That day I started talking to a girl. "Hey do you want to be my friend," she said. "Yeah," I said back. I was so delighted to finally have a friend in
This week we started our Kindergarten Literacy program. Kindergartners had a lovely time together learning and sharing during these classes.
I was super nervous that first day, I was all blushed out like a tomato. I still remember that first day. A couple years ago I was introduced to Derby Middle School, to me back then it was a HUGE building I mean it looked like a high school which it was at one time. I didn’t even know what time
My first day of kindergarten was not a happy day for me. I was scared and wanted to
I felt so nervous because everyone around me was talking but I couldn’t understand a word that came out of their mouths. When my mom dropped me off at school that morning, I almost started crying. I had a certain feeling of loneliness, as if there was no one to relate to. As a person who didn’t speak English, I was placed in E.S.O.L program at school, where I could be taught at a pace fitting for me. Making friends became a great challenge because I wasn’t able to communicate with my peers; the reason why I always felt excited about going home to my family, the only people with whom I could communicate effectively in French. As time went on, communication with my peers became less of a hassle because I could speak more of the English language. Being able to learn English in the course of four months and speak it fluently, I then begin to make real connections with my peers. I became best friends with a girl named Jazmin Ward and over the course of time I made more friends. Life began to make a little more since for me at this point. I didn’t feel so alone anymore. I even enjoyed being school more then I enjoyed being home with my
Two years ago I made a choice, a choice I didn't think would change my life that
This time I moved to Warren, Michigan and I attended my last year of elementary school with brand new people. The process of getting to know people took me a long time. I became the shy student that did not take part in any school activity again because I was afraid I would be judged on everything I did. As the years went by I started meeting new people each year. It is now my Senior year of High School and I attend three different schools: CPC, Cousino, and Macomb Community College, I can finally say that I am gaining my confidence back.
My mother assured me that everything was going to be alright and that I needed to be brave and stay there for a few hours and make new friends. The first few hours were the roughest, 10 4 year olds all sitting in a circle and telling the class what their favorite color and snack was. It was almost my turn and all of the sudden I realized that someone else had the same favorite color as me… I was terrified because it was my first time being away from my mother and I didn’t want to disappoint her and not make friends. I wanted to be brave and tell the class my favorite color but I didn’t want to copy someone else’s. All of the sudden fear began to set in. It was almost my turn and I had to think quickly. By the time it was my turn to speak I yelled “I LOVE THE WHOLE RAINBOW AND ALL OF THE COLORS” every one agreed and then started to say they loved the rainbow as well. As a child this made me very proud and accomplished because I made new friends like mother wanted and it gave me the feeling that I fit
When I was a young child I suffered from dyslexia. During my first few years of elementary school reading and writing seemed unattainable. I would write letters and numbers backwards especially s, 3, and e. I couldn’t even spell my whole name correctly and to this day I still don’t know my right hand from my left hand unless I am holding my pencil. In first grade when we broke into smaller groups for reading based on our reading level I felt so devastated and degraded to be put in the lowest level group, I recall the short books we read were half actual words and half pictures so if it said “the cat” for example it would have the word the and a tiny picture of a cat. I felt extremely envious to see so many kids my age who were light years beyond me with reading and writing. Despite my struggles I kept reading, I so desperately desired to read a book by myself without help. As I continued to read with the help of my teachers and my grandparents. I slowly continued to improve, and was able to read increasingly difficult books.
Second grade the first day of school, I was already late, I remember seeing Mr. Wolf this big tall white man, that always had a coffee breath. The first thing he ever said to me was “Hi, what’s your name?”, I had no I idea what he was asking, so obviously all I did was stare at him, looking all confused he finally asked me in Spanish. In which I was really gratefully in replying back. Nobody before him ever talked to me in English, I like to think that it was not my fault leaving him hanging
As I grew up, from about age 5-10, I had an imaginary friend, and, being a person who liked wolves, and was also a kid, he was promptly named wolf kid. He had claws that could detach from his hand and he could use them as a sort of swing, he had gray hair and looked like me, but he was actually cool. He became one of the biggest parts of my life.
I was probably just one out of the three or four students in my entire 7th grade class. Of course I was nervous because I never was away from home like this before. I had a roommate who was a year older than me named Victoria who we call Vicky. She was Russian too which was really cool because I never met a Russian before and we got along better than I thought. We became really great friends.
My life got stressful on first day of second grade. I remember getting off the bus, eager to tell my parents all about what it felt like to be in second grade. As I walked in the door, I could feel that something was wrong. It was something in the air, a depressing mood. Instead of being greeted by a house of warm response, it was silent. I shouted for my parents and searched around, finally finding them in their bedroom.
Attending kindergarten means having more structure in a child’s young life, and they are ready for it after going to preschool. They have learned to socialize, follow simple rules, and stay on a task longer and longer. They are now ready for more intense learning; this is an opportune time for a teacher to harness the mind and still keep the fun and adventure of a kindergartener’s mind going.
In six grade, I had to interact with other kids. I slowly learned that I could talk to them, by the middle of the year. The learning in that class in the middle of the school year wasn’t the greatest. I learned a lot and grew a lot during that year, from being scared in the beginning of having friends in the end of the year. I had a great teacher named Mrs. Sandoval who really gave me the help I needed.
At age eleven, I was taught my first words of English. My teacher was a newly-graduate (just like me right now!). The class was small and intimate. The intuition fee was cheap, but the teacher