Transition Into Public School Education

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I think back to the year 2003. It was my first time stepping foot into a public school. All of my life up until my transition into public school education was spent comfortably in a private school with friends and teachers whom I grew up with from kindergarten to seventh grade. That day started a battle that I would continuously have with myself for seven grueling years. As an extrovert, the pain of feeling like I could not be my true self was excruciating. The constant feeling of rejection, being unaccepted, and always feeling different was a hard pill to swallow. Fear consumed me and took over an integral part of my life. That fear turned into anxiety, which led me to multiple doctors’ visits in need of something to suppress it. Which in turn, led me to have an extreme dependence on the anti-depressant pills that were prescribed to me. As the years continued, my situation became progressively worse. During my senior year of high school, with the freedom of having a car; my days of staying and going to school …show more content…
My objective isn’t to save the world, but to give this generation and the generations to come hope for their future. I hear too often the complaints of teachers who are limited by the confines of their imagination, and their inabilities to let go of the old style of pedagogy (this is an excellent point; is there something in your goals that can communicate this more specifically?). Becoming a part of Georgia State’s Master of Arts in Teaching program would equip me with the tools I need to learn and grow, and with time, find my niche and my own style of teaching. I know the day I first step into an English Education class, I will receive the best training and support there

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