While doing all this, he still made extra time to help me survive his Windows 2000 class since I hadn't taken the required prerequisites and was pretty lost. Mr.... ... middle of paper ... ...already talked about, and the ones that I did not get a change to mention, but I don't have time. Parents and people of the community, please see what great people these teachers are, and remember how much of their lives they give freely to their students. Teachers, whether you know it or not, you have affected each of us so much. The people that I have talked about are only teachers on my own list of important people at Amos High School.
However, trying to separate the home from homeschooling is much more difficult. Although not required, in most cases, one or both parents will be the teacher of a subject. In the past, my mom taught me and my brother our math and science, while our “principle,” more commonly known as dad, would deliver the current events - with his commentary - over dinner that evening. Although family bonding is important, too much time together is potentially poisonous. I would mostly handle my schoolwork alone in my room, so I never felt like I spent too much time with my mom.
At first, I believed departing to class would be simple, but when the bell rang for the first time I had no idea what class room goes where and how busy the halls were going to be. Suddenly, the entire world around me scrambled to class, and on occasions bumping each other along the way; it was a widespread panic for most of the freshmen. Fortunately, I found some wonderful teachers to direct me to my rooms that I will spend the next year
We’ve survived social dramas and standardized tests and finals. And now, after all the homework and the late nights studying and the 14,580 hours of sitting in class, yes I did the math, we’re here to celebrate the fact that we’ve made it. When we started kindergarten this moment seemed so terribly far away. We were only five years old ourselves, and thirteen years might as well have been an eternity. By the time we reached junior high we were too busy worrying about whether or not we would be able to open our lockers or remember where our classes were to give the passage of time much thought.
When I look back at my practicum experience this past semester, I cannot help but smile to myself. This experience was much needed for my teaching career and I feel I have developed so much as an individual. I remember the beginning of the school year, waiting for our assigned times and now I have said my final “see you later” to my class. I was placed with Mrs. Schubert’s kindergarten class at Kellom Elementary. This was my first experience with a public school, and this school has many high needs students which allowed me a true insight on how to deal with individual needs.
In the last year of my schooling in grade 12, I was given a task along with three other boys to visit all the junior classes and collect information from the juniors about how the school teachers have helped them outside their classrooms and what extra had the faculty done that year to help the students. At first some boys were hesitant to speak upon this matter. So there was another task standing in front of me which was to tell everyone not to feel afraid and tell the truth as it would help to improve the faculty for the coming year. I was given this job because I have always had a nice bond with all the juniors of my school. The next day as all the boys gave their reports, my team was very impressed with my work because everyone had provided us with the right kind of information.
However, amongst the clutter that fills our lives, seldom do we choose to stop and reflect. Today is one day we intentionally set aside for the sentimentality we rarely experience. In only a few months, many of the graduates in front of you will leave home for universities, travel, or jobs. Today is not only your day to acknowledge our accomplishments, but also a time for us to acknowledge all you have given us. Having paid due appreciation to the relationship between each person in this room, whether teacher, friend, or family, I now address the 2012 graduating class.
The feeling of being understood by another person at a time in life where everything seems to be falling apart or going wrong, can go a long way towards making sure they overcome it and can get back on their feet. Many people never create a connection with a teacher or someone who is much older than them, but I was lucky enough to do so with my study hall monitor Mr. Cyrprinski. Early on in high school, I had a ton of different worries about my future, and it constantly ate away at me. I was frustrated on a regular basis while trying to figure out how to create a career path, balance a social life, and still succeed in school. From the start of the school year, there never seemed to be a dull moment until that final bell rang in June.
In high school math teacher let me slip by and let me go even if they didn’t believe in my excuses. In my high school career, I had a few tough teachers, but at the end they always all through because of my charisma. After being babied throughout my whole life I enter the adult phase and it hasn’t been so easy. I always have one motive that I carry on no matter what. The motive of bettering myself and in time is better than my sister since I’m always in her shadow.
We were a mixture of nervous, excited, and scared because this was an entire new world for us. Sure we may have been scared by the size of the building or we might have gotten lost on our first day, by the end of our four years, we had it all figured out. Its just our luck, the year we figure out the quickest way to each class, which hall has the coldest drinking fountain, and what is actually edible in the cafeteria, it is the year we have to leave and start this all over ag... ... middle of paper ... ...lieve it or not, they really do care. They might show it by simply asking how your day was, coming in early or staying late to help you, holding a thousand reviews before the A.P. test, or letting you turn in your paper a few days late because you have had a lot on your plate and needed a little slack.