I could feel myself starting to sweat because I knew the other kids were judging me. The other two boys that were in my group laughed and said “Do you even know how to read?” At that very instant I knew that I would never get better at reading and I was always going to be the odd one out at school. I was afraid of going back to school after what happened to me on the first week of this new school. Mrs. Hattershide (my teacher) said that I would have to be in another class to get extra help with reading and writing until I was told I didn’t need it anymore. This “extra class” was called an IEP, which means Individuated Education Program.
At a young age, my mindset was “I hate math and math hates me so why do I even try”. I also preferred to be only taught math when it was hands on. I hated when my teacher would tell me to read a chapter from my math book and learn the information through reading instead of doing the work on the board. In middle school, it only got worse. In sixth grade, I was dropped from the honors course to the regular pre-algebra mid semester and that took a drastic toll on my confidence.
I and my parents had a big fight about the grades that I had and the school even had us sat in the parent center to reconcile our problem with a psychologist. After the talk between my parent, the psychologist, and me, my parents seems changed, they don’t restrain me anymore like before. Even though I still thought that education is not important, but I started working hard to make up all the classes that I failed to get my high school diploma because I realized the hope that they put on me and I don’t want them to be disappointed again. During my senior year of high school, I did not only take six classes, but also working on a program called Cyber High to retake all my failed classes with high grades, and also take extra class to average up my GPA in order to meet graduate requirements.
No Child Behind Act: The history and continued debate of its effectiveness As I filled in scantron form with my number two pencil, I remembered that writing my name was just as important as entering my school code. Thinking back to elementary school I can remember the week long exams. The week in which I longed to be sick just so I wouldn’t have to be spilt from my class and spaced out to test rigorously on my comprehension of various subjects. This describes my first encounter with the ineffectiveness of standardized testing. Teachers were extremely stressed during this period as well but at the time I didn’t understand why.
I ended up staying up late and heard her cry in her room. I got an A on my homework, but that A didn 't matter anymore I hurt my mom. Kids with parents who cannot speak English suffer a lot from having to do their homework on their own, this affects us in our academic growth and self-esteem. I grew up tutoring myself new words, I had to purchase my first dictionary at age 12 in order to learn new words and not feel dumb in class. My mom would come around and ask if I needed help (after that argument we had) I would say no with a smile on my face just to reassure her I knew what I was doing, but I really had no
My teacher tried to helped me about my writing, reading, and grammars. However, it failed misery. I failed so bad for the whole year. My teacher realized that I didn’t do so well in the class so she decided to let me redo all my old assignments. I redo all assignments and managed to pass the class with a
This past week, a student was removed from the after-school program where I am a homework tutor. I chose this incident, since I am already getting accustomed to the number of students that are in the program, and now there is one less student. This student, “Rick”, goes to the program with his two sisters, and is often bickering with the younger sister. On the first day that I arrived to tutor, he hit his sister which caused her to cry and led to him being reprimanded by my supervisor. When this happened I was confused, and I felt out of place since I was in a new place.
Dyslexia makes it harder for me to read, spell, comprehend, and remember information. Growing up, the public school system marked me as a student who would not succeed in college life and had no reason to be prepared for college. I had an IEP for almost all of my schooling, which meant I was able to get extra help on classes and more time on testing. The school system never really followed through with my IEP and told me that I was just fine without it. Since the school felt I was performing so well on my own in academic classes, they talked my mom and me into doing away with my IEP.
When I first learned to read I was in pre-school and kindergarten. My teacher would assign my peers and I reading groups and we would each take turns reading. Unfortunately, I struggled a lot with reading. I would be terrified when they called my name to read. I would make excuses such as, “I have to use the restroom” or “I have a sour throat and I was told not to talk a lot that day.” Keep in mind that I was in kindergarten and already making up these lies to stay away from reading.
She called me to her desk and asked me to spell “ball,” which I spelled with a “d.” She then called my mother and had me tested for dyslexia, which I have. Soon, I was put aside in my classes to get help by one of the resource teachers in my elementary school. I would manage to get all “B’s” every time I got a report card, but I was not learning. I realized that my school system was pushing me through school with accommodated test and other aids meant to “help” students with learning disabilities. Little did they know they were only lowering the bar for us, and I was not going to allow them to continue their practices on me.