One promise, one little promise that I made with my dad has changed my life more than I could have imagined. Considering the promise we made, a couple years after his death, my mom met a decent guy, who later became my step dad. Subsequently, he took all three of us to the United States and that gave me an opportunity for a better education and a new life. However, not brushing up on my English was one of the mistakes that I had made. Despite making such mistake, it has somehow, led me to meet many great people in my life and has me going through experiences that I would have never thought of, that eventually helped me in furthering my education.
Beginning with my first day in the United States, my step dad, who work as an architecture, took
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However, I was put in an ESL class, which stands for English as Second Language, to improve my English further. Being in that class wasn’t bad, the teacher was nice and I had a lot of fun while learning. She made the lessons fun and easy for me to follow, also sometimes she would even put on a movie for us to watch. By the time for the mock STAAR test, the lessons started to get more profound and serious, though we would still have time to relax and not getting stress about it. She would tell us over and over again to take our time to go over the test more than once to check our answers and to eat a healthy breakfast before the test. Remembering her words, before the test I ate a hearty meal, and relaxed my mind before starting the test. During the test, I would use the knowledges learning from the class and applied it onto the test. Even after I has finished, I still have half of the day left, hence, I decided to stay back and looked over my test and began all over again to be sure. By the time I had finished, there were only about 5 people left including me. While waiting for the test results, I couldn’t have been more restless. After finding out about the scores, not just me but even my teacher was surprised, for I was the one with the highest scores out of all. Not long after, I was switched out of ESL class to a regular English …show more content…
My mom and my step dad got divorced, we moved around quite a few times, and my grandparents passed away a year apart from each other, before long, we finally settled down here in Port Lavaca. Where I began to focused more on school than I was during my time in Houston. Even though the first year my grades weren’t as good as I has expected, nevertheless, I have many great teachers who so willingly and gladly help me. Starting with my freshman year Spanish teacher, Mr. Delgado, even though many other students in class disliked him, I, on the other hand, likes him. He’s a nice teacher despite his clumsiness I would say. He always greeted us every morning with a warm smile, and during class he try to understand the problems we were having and tried to help us to fix them. Proceed on to my sophomore year English teacher, Mr. Gonzalez. He carefully explained the assignments to me and help me to comprehend anything there is need to be. Also, he readily to give me an extension on the assignments if I were to miss class for a certain reason or if there was something that I didn’t know what to do. Going past my junior year to my senior year, Mrs. Crow, my English teacher, the one who I absolutely adores. Not only she prepared to stays behind to help me but she conjointly guides and points out the problems I was having with my writing and patiently gave me time to finish my assignments. She taught me how to read a book carefully
She honestly cares about all her students and makes the effort to learn about them as well. She made me actually enjoy going to her class, despite it was on a Thursday night. In addition, I didn’t mind doing all her assignments because
This was back in November 2007, in India. I was 12 years old. I was enjoying my normal life. But I didn’t know that my life will change surprisingly. One day I came home from the school and my parents made decision of moving to the United States. I was totally amazed at that moment. My parents wanted move so that me and my sister can have a better life, education, and opportunity.
Mrs. Plot, one of the hardest English teachers in Murray County High School, was my teacher that year. She was a very determined and driven teacher that did not tolerate her students to fail her class, even if they were lazy. I had heard horror stories from her former students, but she was nothing like they said she was. She was the only teacher that I have connected with all throughout school. I looked forward to her class every morning because she always made learning fun. Mrs. Plot gave out good advice about English, but she also gave me personal advice and was more of a friend to me. She always knew what to say to me when I had problems. She motivated me to do better with my writing; we went to a journalism class together every week that year. Mrs. Plot deepened my love for reading and writing. Without her, I would not be the kind of student I am today. On every assignment in her class, I got the most feedback and it helped me out a lot. It took me a long time to become a decent writer, but with her help she sped up the process. I put all of my effort in every single paper I have written, especially for her
However, the difficulties I was experiencing during my first year of high school made me realize that it was imperative to meticulously scrutinize the way I studied in order to ameliorate and become the student I used to be. Additionally, I became aware that my ability to speak English was affecting me, but later I came to the conclusion that if this was a determining factor in my performance in class, I had to challenge myself by engaging in more rigorous courses. As time went on, however, due to the fact that I was surrounded by students I considered to be far ahead, I felt very intimidated by my advanced classes. Furthermore, I became aware that some of my teachers from the advanced placement classes seemed to doubt my ability to perform at the level expected, just by hearing my accent. To be condemned to failure simply because I did not speak English the same way my fellow classmates did, was a terrible sinking feeling. Nonetheless, this circumstance made me very diligent in all my classes, for it made me very attentive to the topics discussed, and it made me evaluate the extent to which I studied. As a result, with my grades and work ethics throughout the year, I proved those teachers wrong and received an apology from the one I came to admire
During my 11th grade year of high school, I heard many great things about the AP english teacher, Mr. Bergeron. While I was in AP English, I did not have Mr. Bergeron as my teacher. The students Mr. Bergeron had talked so highly on him and the class environment he seemed to set up. While, I wished I was in his class my 11th grade year, little did I know, that a year later I would be in one of his courses. For my senior year I got to take an honors course with Mr. Bergeron that allowed me to tutor freshman's who struggled with learning. Taking Mr. Bergeron’s class and having him as a teacher, would change how I viewed certain aspects of my life.
My grades in the class looked promising, I excelled at the writing and multiple choice portions of the practice tests we took during class. All seemed well until the big test came in May. My teacher told the class that we should not take the make-up test later in the month but instead take the test on the regular test day, regardless if we were sick or not. And just my luck, I was sick on testing day! Not wanting to disappoint my teacher, I took the test while completely ill. All of my studying and hard work paid off because I passed… with a 3. I was devastated. The elusive 5 was taunting me. But I did have a second chance. A time of redemption, which was the AP US History test.
She was the most caring and dedicated teacher I ever had and she respected every student as an individual. On the other hand, she had a very negative influence on my life. She is the person who told me there was no Santa Clause, which ruined Christmas for me for a very long time. Another person who has had a great influence on my life is Mr. Robinson. He was my first band teacher. He is the person who convinced me to join band, which
I was extra early to class, at lunch I would tell everyone about the books I was reading, and then during recess I would sit and write everything I saw. By the end of the year, I was reading, speaking, and writing English, and I was only getting better. In the summer, I practiced reading, speaking and writing in fear that I’d fall behind, but to my surprise, I worked so hard, I was asked to skip the second grade. My principle told me that my reading and writing levels were so high, I could be taking third-grade classes, but I decided not to. I decided to stay in second grade and work even harder so I could keep improving and I definitely have, but aside from helping me get better at writing, Mrs. Bogan has really influenced what I
"Amy, you are really getting great at memorizing you times tables," said Mrs. Field, my first grade math teacher, "here is your sticker, and I will put a star next to your name for finishing the 3's times table!" I loved receiving my stickers and I especially loved getting a star next to my name. These small acts made me feel so special, that I had really done something great. This is how I remember my teachers from kindergarten until the fourth grade. Every teacher I had was encouraging, loving, and supportive of each student that they taught. If one student fell behind, the teacher made extra sure to teach and re-teach the subject until it was understood. Once I entered the fifth grade and into middle and high school, each teacher that I had tried to be encouraging, loving, and supportive of their students; however, my teachers often had too many students to give the individual attention that so many children need. When I began to fall behind in certain subjects, my teachers tried to help but were often unable to teach and re-teach, because they had no choice but to continue on with their lesson plans. I continued to fall further and further behind; therefore, I had to spend many hours after school working on my homework problems with my parents. Up until the fifth grade, I attended private school with about 15-20 students in my class; from the fifth grade on, I attended public school with about 30-35 students in each of my classes. This high number of students in my public school classrooms had a negative effect on my learning experiences.
The test was early on a Saturday morning. I remember eating an early breakfast and then packing my bag for the test. Everything about the day was going to be unfamiliar, from the location to the fact that the test was timed. I didn’t even own a school backpack yet, having never needed one before, so I packed my number 2 pencils, erasers, calculator and water bottle in an another bag instead. I walked into an unfamiliar high school and having no experience finding my way through the maze of hallways, followed signs until I found my way to the classroom in which the testing would take place. Before this moment I had never had to sit at a desk before. The straight lines of desks were so orderly and there was a proper classroom feeling that I had never experienced before in my home. I remember sitting there with my stomach in knots; standardized testing is anxiety inducing for almost any student, and I had the usual test-taking nerves combined with the unfamiliarity of a new
There is always going to be obstacles that you have to overcome but once you overcome them a lot of doors open for you. Learning English for me was one of those obstacles I had to overcome but once I learned English I was able to help out my parents with translating and speaking it. Also making them realize that they also had to learn English because I wasn’t always going to be around to help them out. Yes I got frustrated a lot translating for my parents but looking back at it now I wouldn’t change it because it’s made me who I am
Do you remember the teacher that inspired you to do your best? Or maybe the teacher who believed in you when the rest of the world had turned against you? Teachers have a way of touching students’ lives, whether in a large or very minute way. I can think of numerous times that a teacher made a difference in my life. I am so appreciative of them, and I want to do for other students what many of my teachers have done for me. That is why, after I obtain, both, my Bachelor and Master degrees, I plan to enter the teaching profession.
When I was growing up, I remember attending elementary school, learning a new language seems to be difficult at first, but I was able to learn the English language because of the dedication of one of my teachers. Now, as I reflect on this experience, it is obvious that she was dedicated and enjoyed teaching her students to be successful. I know today that she made a difference in my life as I navigated through my education experience and high school years to present.
Mrs. Alvarado was not only my teacher, but she was also my role model and my inspiration. She pushed me when I believed that I could not achieve success or meet my goals. I never had confidence in myself and I would always give up easily when a task was too difficult. However, Mrs. Alvarado never gave up on me and continued to motivate me even through my tantrums. My low confidence came from me not being able to be at the same level as the other students. In fact, I had trouble with reading and writing because of the
I had the privilege to observe Ms. Melanie Cagles’s kindergarten classroom. I did my observation at the Jasper County Primary School. Her classroom was a regular educational classroom. It consisted of male and female students of Hispanic, White, and African American races. Ms. Cagle is a kind teacher and she made me feel welcomed. She treated me with respect and showed me around her classroom with details. She always had a smile on her face. She was happy and showed cared for her students. One thing I noticed and liked about her is that she treats all her students with the same respect they deserve. The students received me with smiles and a lot of questions. They asked why I was there, how old I am, what is my name over and over, and will I be their teacher. They whisper that I was the