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I had began to truly enjoy the quizzes and tests we have. I am also remarkably joyful at the fact that I have made wonderful, enjoyable, and interesting friends in my class. I had also learned that I have such amazing, intelligent, and confident teachers who are certainly capable of teaching. All of this had also reminded me to be excessively thankful and grateful for all of the marvelous things I have. With all of these things to keep in mind, I can sincerely say that my first trimester in Seventh Grade definitely was an extraordinarily extravagant and incredible experience.

Now Mrs. Trotter is my favorite but that’s beside the point... I loved school and I met all of my friends. This was truly the year that started my life. This was the year that I learned math, reading, science, social studies, and all of these subjects. School was something that I looked forward to and I loved learning all sorts of things and then when I got home, bragging to my parents about how smart I was.

Rejection. A word that I despise; and is something that has happened to me so many times in so many different ways. One of those ways was being rejected from one of my many college choices because my SAT scores did not reach their requirements. “Why apply?” you may ask, although my SAT scores did not meet their requirements, everything else on my application was perfect. I had great grades in high school, I volunteered many times; both inside and outside of school, I always helped around in my school administration whenever help was needed, and I always dedicated a month of my summer just to help my school give out the school books to students and sell the school uniforms.

I liked being able to come home and show my family that I got every single last answer correct or that I would be moving on to higher numbers. I even specifically remember going to class after school and asking my teacher to create problems to see if I could solve them.There was also a time in high school when I told my friends that math was the most enjoyable class for me and it was then that I became the nerd of the basketball and track team. Even though I was classified as a nerd to many, it did not change how I felt about these subjects. However, many times I felt that I caught on much easier to the concepts of these subjects than others because their concepts are around us everywhere and used to make every single building, medicine, or cars that we could name. It was ninth grade year when I had taken... ... middle of paper ... ...things to be done for me and I can not put them of until later because while wasting time I would also be wasting the possibilities that I could have had.

Not that I can understand it, but it really helped me with my English. Those weird buzzing sounds coming from my teacher became words after a few years. I would laugh at my teacher’s joke with my classmates, and on top of that, I made friends. It still took me days to get my English homework done; however, my hard work and time I spent were rewarded by a B in my English exam. Simple words can’t describe how I felt when I saw myself improving day by day.

I became one of the topmost pupils in my courses and had fun doing it too. Essentially, I had so much pleasure in going to school that I went to school every day, fighting through sickness and discomfort, and acquired the perfect attendance reward. At first, I believed I wasn’t the only who had perfect attendance, but alas, I was the only one in my school who established that reward; so, when I claimed it I felt all awkward, but I was content cause I felt extraordinary too. By the end of the year I felt successful and ready to take on a fresh chapter of high

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.

The one thing that helped me adjust to my new environment was my passion to learn. I absolutely loved school! Class was a way for me to break out of my shyness and express myself. By answering all the teacher’s questions and participating in class activities I began to enjoy my new school. As the years passed I began to notice that I always excelled in Math and Science courses.

How I Learned To Become Literate As a six-month-old baby books had opened up a whole entire new world of experience for me. My inspiration to learn how to read and write was encouraged by my Mother and Grandmother. This is because they read out loud to me before bed occasionally and gave me the best time of my life by introducing me to a library. By two years of age I developed speech and other communication skills. This helped me understand and develop a favorite book, “PJ Funny Bunny,” and I would stare at the pages pretending I was reading them.

There were many reasons I did not do well this year. It was my first time at a public school, the class was large, and the teacher did not explain things very well. I remember how hard it was learning how to factor, when later on in a different math class, I learned how it should not have been difficult. Since I didn’t do well in Algebra 1, it almost set me up for failure for the rest of high school. I never got anything anything less than a C, but grades have always been important to me.