Some Things Never Change - Personal Narrative
“…the capital of Germany is…, hmm, Nigel”, “Nigel?, Nigel!”, “uh.. Yes
miss!”, “you are not listening again, I said what is the capital of
Germany”.
I am Nigel, I hated my geography teacher, her name was Mrs Wright, and
I guess her personality fit her name like a glove – she was always
right. I hated geography too. She always picked on me in class and I
hated it so much. But I guess, every time it was the same as before, I
was always wrong.
Before I was able to answer the question, another pupil in the class
had already beaten me to it. I looked back behind me, and there he
was, laying back, all smug in his chair. He looked back at me and said
“what you looking at” and added an unnecessary dirty look.
I quickly turned back around and another pupil beside me tapped me on
the shoulder and said “do not be afraid of him, he’s just joking
around”. I tried then to actually start to pay attention to the lesson
then remembered it was geography, so I just gazed around helplessly as
the teacher went on. It was quite a messy room, the walls covered in
large holes with cheap lumpy plaster in them - it was an absolute
state. The plaster was a different colour from the original colour of
the wall; you could spot them from a mile away. The day was dark and
depressing, and I guess the land was still recuperating from the heavy
storm the night before. This added to the look of the room made the
thought of learning seem almost impossible. As I was not listening to
the lesson I had plenty of time to think and I was thinking about the
guy behind me. No not those kinds of thoughts, but it was the way he
really managed to get on my nerves with only a few words. By now I
wanted to look back so bad, like a smoker craving for a cigarette.
at me with those piercing eyes and huge grin. He said, "Oh, I'm just trying to
jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He
Some key points I was able to take away from today’s class time were the following:
around Tawas about a three hour's drive from our houses, it was the best we could find
The time I accomplished something would have to be ever since I got a job myself, when I told my mom about the job she didn’t like the idea she wanted me to focus on school and helping her out at the house and taking care of my sisters. She wanted me to not worry and just worry about school but I see a lot of people my age working and getting money they earned by working and I got interested myself and for me it didn’t matter where I worked as long as I did.
th, 1992 that’s when I was born. A big child as my mother would say, maybe that’s because I was almost ten pounds and put her in a great deal of pain. My parents were born in Mexico; they entered this country at a young age. They worked hard and never complained. My mom got married to my dad at nineteen and had my sister at twenty. I was born two years later. I guess I was the correct child since my parents stopped with me.
Dweck also promotes that a lesson can be something that can something creative that its only purpose is to develop a growth mindset in students. These creative methods can be something so simple as playing a video and followed by class discussion to group discussion about their own thoughts/meanings or a simple game of “Memory” in order to engage students to learn in a fun
One checked his watch, and trotted merrily off to his next lesson. The other retired to the library for study, settling down under the warm, comforting glow of the lights. His studious endeavours would put him in good stead for the test next lesson. Despite his urgency, the experienced teacher could not help slowing to appreciate the beauty of the day. The gentle warmth and the cool, refreshing breeze invited a kind of joyful lethargy.
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I believe this helped students to stay on task as they knew exactly how long they had left to complete the activity. Pedagogical Reflection–Teaching strategies: What teaching strategies and resources can be incorporated daily to enhance student
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a creepy old guy waiting for the bus mouthing something to me. I furrow my eyebrows with the
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