The beginning of Junior year, my second year after I was accepted to the Teaching Academy. We walked to Rio Vista Elementary school to become reading buddies. Preschool caught my eye because I’ve been told they were difficult because of their age and how small their attention span was. The first day we didn’t choose our buddies they decided who they wanted. I was chosen by this girl named Jasymine, she was shy and didn’t talk as much as her classmate did.…
I was ten years ago and I can still vividly remember sitting on an old, wooden rocking chair while the words of The Very Hungry Caterpillar trembled off my lips to a room full of second graders. I can recall the eagerness and excitement that filled their little faces as I flipped from page to page. There was an abundance of curiosity and desire to learn in that classroom that made me happy that I decided on skipping recess to read to the younger students. There was a fire that lit in my ten-year-old body that day. That was the day where I finally had an answer to all the “What do you want to be when you grow up?”…
The Kindergartner who was outside to play unsupervised got into a fight. I was meant to watch how he was doing, do a lap and ask how he was playing, while outside he was running around and said, “They are telling secretes about me and they are not telling”. After that he ran away to the playground with the swings, and slide. I walked behind him trying to understand what was going on, as he ran as soon as he told me that statement. While walking up the steps in the slide one of the supposed kids who was telling secretes was in front of him.…
During the night I was able to teach her a few things, such as, color, how to introduce herself, and how to say where she went to school. Although, during the night I was helping Blanca we talked…
I was given a total of 4 kids and each one had something different I enjoyed each one of them. Two girls in particular, Layla and Brooklyn always brightened day. They loved to color and build things. Each time I visited they each wanted to something different and they always kept me on my toes. They depended on me to come every week and I couldn’t let them down.…
I am the oldest child. I have two younger siblings who I love unconditionally, but life as the oldest child is not the picnic most people think it is. I know this probably sounds cliché, becoming who I am because of my siblings, but it is the truth without them I would not be the person I am today. When I was four years old my mother became pregnant with my sister. My sister, Madison was born seven months before I turned five.…
"Miss Jan, Miss Jan," the excited voice shouted over the noise of the crowded mall. My sister and I turned around to see a boy, probably around twelve years old, racing toward her. My sister called him by name, gave him a hug and asked him what was going on in his life. They talked as if they knew each other well. He and his mother chatted with my sister for some time before they left.…
I kindly accepted that those people were my siblings. They were all part of my family, but I felt an immense distance. Whitney had her own mother standing by her. My eldest sister and brother shared the same mother, whom I never saw before.…
How do you describe how Abigail plays? What have you learned as a result of this experience? I have learned that children are very different. Even though they may play the same thing they do it very different.…
It was a Saturday morning March 17, 1996 I was eight months in my mother’s tummy and my due date was in mid April. Uncle Benito had the crazy idea of going to the snow all because my mother had never seen the snow. My mother told me of a hill she sled down from, a great slope that didn’t leave her feeling to good “No me siento muy bien.” My uncle rushed her to Granada Hills Hospital on the morning of March 19, 1996; I was born seven pounds at eight minutes until eight.…
I documented the children and assessed them after I demonstrated the project first. I stood back and watched the children not talking to them and listened. They were talking among themselves and saying what they thought would happen next. Children would even say the things I did as I presented the project. After sometime I asked the children what they were doing to hear their responses.…
Though I was only a few years old when my younger sister was born, I still remember bits and pieces of the day. After Rachel was born, my dad took me to look at the babies in the nursery to keep me occupied until I could see my new baby sister. The walls were purple and through the glass window, I saw a dozen babies. My father thought I would go big-eyed over how adorable the babies were and then after a few minutes start whining about when I would be able to see Rachel. I on the other hand thought that I was looking at the babies to choose which I wanted to take home.…
Preschool, what a time. I had a fun time when I was in preschool. You get to meet new people, make friends, play all day, and most importantly, you get to take a nap during the day. When I went to preschool, I was four years old. Preschool is an enjoyable time for a little kid.…
The Struggle of Kindergarten Have you ever sat through class, staring deep into the clock and building up hopes with every click of the clock’s hand that the bell would finally ring, freeing you from your misery? I was like that in kindergarten, I didn't want to be in class, I just wanted to go home and play. For me, kindergarten is the most difficult grade, coming from a family who spoke only Spanish, learning to read and write in English was very difficult and frustrating, but this helped me overcome my very first challenge. In class, I was that quiet student who wouldn't talk to anyone.…
Many people grow up having a normal childhood, I being one of them. I grew up living in a warm, and welcoming household with my mother, father, and older brother. As a child, we all thought we had no worries in the world. Everything was peaceful and taken care of by our parents. We all eventually grow up, and have to become more responsible.…