It was the last period and we were assigned a project that was due at the end of class. We also were paired into groups and lucky for me, I didn’t know anyone. During the course of the class my group attempted to stay focus, but thanks to the luck of the draw we messed around and nearly finished the project. “Shot,” I whispered, with all are brain power we managed to finish, but unfortunately my email couldn’t send the email to the teacher. We all started to panick, and worst of all the blame was being put on me.
These types of events happen in more than just the school I att... ... middle of paper ... ...ied, having a good teacher or bad teacher, and if their friends are really friends. I know from experience school can be a extremely threatening thing. High school for me was not easy. I remember walking down the halls and getting tripped and stepped on, sitting in class having paper thrown in my hair, and walking in the lunch room to someone standing up and screaming “Here comes Kansas” since I was flat chested. There were many days I feared coming to school because the bulling was so bad.
Hello I just wanted to inform all of you about an incident that took place at my placement school this past week at LA Matheson. I am sorry it is quite long but I wanted to share what took place with you all. Also I am sorry if there are writing errors I am supposed to be working on my lesson plan right now but I wanted to get this off my chest. On Wednesday I saw that a student was very visibly upset about something so I took him outside of the classroom after asking my SA if I could. The student and I had a good conversation, and he told me that another student was touching his turban and trying to knock it off his head.
I had applied at an office job where I knew I was going to be interviewed. I had to sleepless nights for two weeks straight. I was always worried and unsure about what might happen. I was a bit isolated from my family and friends and I had problems breathing when I would overthink the outcomes of my interview. I even postponed my interview because I wasn’t feeling well and prepared.
In Elementary School when I was learning how to read and write I experience what felt like the worst days of my childhood. I will never forget those days because I felt worthless and didn’t believe that I would make it through school. My first grade teacher at Fultondale Elementary School started noticing that it was difficult for me to read and write, so she pulled me aside from all the other students to see what I was doing wrong. As this continued I felt more and more like an outcast to my classmates. I remember the teacher calling my parents one day to set up a conference about what strategies they could use at school and home to help me grasp the contents of both reading and writing.
That made me struggle a lot in some cases yes I suffere... ... middle of paper ... ...t in school and that includes your own classmates. I was dismissed then heading to my class. The next morning I was announced by the Head master that I would be the Head boy this year. My classmates here had to change plans. Because now they needed me so much I was the closest to the head master.
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.
I had applied at an office job where I knew I was going to be interviewed. I had to sleepless nights for two weeks straight. I had been worried and unsure about what might happen most of the time. I had been a bit isolated from my family and friends and I had problems breathing when I would overthink the outcomes of my interview. I even postponed my interview because I wasn’t feeling well and prepared.
(“How Does Bullying Affect Health & Well-being?”). I vividly remember coming home from school almost every single day feeling depressed. I would not be able to anything all day other than cry and feel lonely. Everyday I went to school it become worse for me. I thought that high school would be a new start and I would do just fine but I was wrong.
It was totally me, getting bullied by some strangers in a new school only after two weeks and a half. It definitely wasn’t looking good for me; already did I have to deal with all the problems linked to my injuries, what would happen if I had to get beaten every day? If it stayed that way, I’d never be able to heal... On top of that, I wasn’t really the problem, these guys decided that hanging out with Aloïs was a good excuse to beat me up. If I already started getting myself shoved in lockers only because I was hanging around Aloïs, what would it look like in a few weeks? What would it look like