How the hell did I fail kindergarten! Well if you must know I struggled with reading, writing and speaking English. No I wasn’t some foreign kid who couldn’t speak English to save his life. I was just terrible at it. Most of the time I find reading boring and unentertaining. My writing has improved and is really good but, my penmanship is completely and utterly trash. I guarantee you if I was handwriting this essay you probably would find yourself saying “What language is this?” As for my speaking I didn’t start off great but as time passed I improved. The earliest memory that showed I had a problem with language was in kindergarten. I remember that every day in class I was pulled out and went to a different classroom. In this room the class …show more content…
Well these teachers were pretty dumb. Out of the 25 required books to read I probably only read two. On the book log I just filled it with random books in my home. The book log required us to fill out the title and author of the book. Some of the books were adult books! These books were filled with words that I couldn’t possibly comprehend or even recognize them as words. My teacher didn’t verify if we read the books or not. All she asked was to see our book logs. I remember her asking me, “You read all these books?” She had only asked me because when she checked my book log a month before it was almost blank. I simply responded, “Yup” and she didn’t even question …show more content…
My gym teacher gave us Delaney cards to fill out with our names and other information. So I did that. The time finally comes where she reads out the Delaney cards and she can’t read my name. She literally said, “What is this chicken scratch?” All the kids started laughing. Now this may not seem funny or a big deal to you but, as a little sixth grader it was. So after reading all the cards I was the only one not called and she asked me if this was my card. I say, “Yes” and she asked me, “What’s my name.” I said my name and then she asked me how you spell that. Things got more embarrassing because I had to spell my full name in front of the whole class. Maybe if I had a nice normal name it wouldn’t be so embarrassing but, I have a long and weird as hell
We were not allowed to discuss lessons, and on math assignments, if we did the problem in a way that was different from the way we were taught, it was automatically marked wrong. We were taught in a similar fashion, frequently being told to shut up or whatever we had to say wasn 't important if the teacher didn 't want us talking. One shining example of the lack of respect our staff had for the students was an assembly that occurred in fourth grade. A student would not stop talking and the principal yelled at him to be quiet. The student stood up and threw a temper tantrum. The principal then grabbed him, put him in a headlock, and said, "Son, I swear to God, if you make my back go out, I 'll make you regret it!" These experiences lead me to believe teachers saw us as little more than an obstacle - something they had to overcome each day - instead of what we really were: young children, whose minds they needed to protect and mold into the future of this
6th grade is the year we got a new PE teacher. She was nice for the first couple of weeks and then she started to teach us to dance to the Electric slide and the Makerana. She got angry with us because we knew that dancing
‘I am going to fail’ was the very first thought that crept into my mind on that very first day of class. Before I stepped into the classroom on the first day, I felt pretty good about my writing. I had done previously well in English, and didn’t think this class would be much of a challenge. This all changed on the first day of school, when my professor talked about the level of reading and writing expected for this class. I remember thinking ‘I don’t read, why couldn’t I have been born someone who likes to read?!’ Since this moment on the very first day of class, I have grown immensely through hard work. In this essay, I will explain what I have learned over the course of this class about myself, and about writing.
Ask yourself, how was your 8th grade year… Was it good, bad, fun, or stressful? Well most of my 8th grade year was bad but the ending actually turned out good. The start of my year was exciting, but that was just the beginning. As time went on and the work started to come in, that's when things turned south for me. I started stressing about everything I had to do, I was getting to overwhelmed. I would catch myself slipping constantly and it was worrying me because I didn't want to get held back a year. I slowly started to lose all interest in all of my work.
Early literacy has been one of the obstacles my family has gone through and growing up as the oldest of five children there were many things to fix around the house before practicing on reading and writing skills. Both of my parents had the same struggle with literacy because they had to learn English before one them can teach us reading or writing.
The majority of people have a subject they were never good at. Unless your a genius or have a photographic memory, kudos to you. But the rest of us have to work twice as hard to achieve a passing grade to at least pass the class. Some of us have been told, horrible things that discourages us and we just give up. Verbal words, that have a huge negative impact on us. Now, this paper isn’t to make you feel sorry about yourself, this paper is to reflect on your ups and downs on the subject you had the most trouble at. I know its scary admitting your faults but how can you move one from your faults if you don’t admit them? But while admitting your faults you also have your strengths, even if it was determination to keep going, that is something you should be proud of, because you never gave up.
I was a typical 6th grader with a love for social time and hatred towards pointless homework. As I was tapping my foot on my creaking wooden desk with my book opened pretending to read, Mr. Daniels was watching over me like a bird that just gave birth to chicken eggs. I had a feeling she was going to ask me a question about what I was reading. I realized from that point on to always trust my instincts. Mrs. Daniels tall toothpick shaped body leaned over and asked me to summarize the first chapter in front of the whole class. Due to not even beginning to read the first page I told her I did not even know where to begin. Since I was not prepared for class, not participating, and being rude about my task at hand I received a punishment. My punishment was every week I had to write a summary in my own words about the chapter I had read. My eyes rolled in the back of my head so far I didn't know if they would ever go back to normal. I knew my life was over at this
Language is integral to learning as it is linked to our thoughts. It helps us to organise our thoughts in an organised way. If a child has difficulties in communicating with others due to a speech and language delay or disorder, they will not be working to their full potential, as they will be less able to organise their thought processes and express themselves. This becomes even more of a problem as children become older and the curriculum becomes more demanding, the use of rational and abstract thinking will become more important, hence the importance of early detection and intervention. The early years are a time of rapid learning and development, therefore the earlier the diagnosis of delayed language acquisition, the easier it will be for professionals and others to target the childâ€TMs needs so that they are able to give appropriate support, thus benefiting the
When I was in middle school I thought life was just full of joy and I really did not have
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.
Some may ask why is life hard. Life is an amazing thing and we shouldn’t take the greatness of it for granted. Today you are going to hear a story about a young teenagers life that has been hiding stuff for his family. This young boy in the story makes it through the struggle he is going through. This is something we all have to do keep our head up and keep going no matter what.
Failure is what I felt as soon as I dropped a four-rotation toss on sabre. Failure is what I sensed when my instructor told me to pick up a flag when everyone else had a sabre within their grip. Failure is what stared back at me every time I looked in the mirror.
Oh seventh grade, what a year to remember. That was actually my favorite year of middle school. At home during this time was a mess and my grades also plummeted but I think going to school took some stress off because I was taking some time to "myself" and forgetting for a while about my home situation. Seventh grade, I would say was a year of friends for me. I had and still to this day have a friend from kindergarten that I considered a best friend. Until a new girl came along, lets call her Patricia. Patricia basically took "my spot" I guess in fifth grade while I was off at my new school for the year. Anyway speeding forward to seventh grade I noticed my best friend, lets call her Amanda, not really talking to me anymore and or passing by
During the school year of 2005, I was in second grade and I remember sitting in the classroom during our math lesson when I felt an eraser hit my head. I turned around the see what caused the eraser to strike my head and my eyes led me to the table behind me where six of my classmates sat and giggled. I quickly turned back around and began doing my math problems again. Thats when another eraser hit my head. I turned around immediately with a annoyed look on my face to the table behind me. They laughed again. That's when my second grade teacher Mrs. Gardner yelled my name and said " I have been watching you turn around for the past five minutes. Pay attention to your work before I make you sit out during recess!" The class chuckled , and I turned
Sadly, my next school year was my worst ever. I had poor grades in all of my subjects and I did poorly in many subjects, but there was one class I didn’t mind struggling in it because it peaked my interest. English my junior year was my favorite class even if I did not do as well as I wished. I read books that interested me and I wrote essays on things I enjoyed writing about. While writing has never been a strong subject for me, I have always loved writing. I enjoy writing about things that interest me and that I have a passion for. Intro to composition has changed the way I think about writing, it allowed me to write about what I wanted while guiding me to write more intellectual and specific through constant revisions and one on one conferences with my