From my personal experience, when I was in elementary school I remember my teacher would let us sit on yoga ball it always helped me concentrate and it helped me when I was really active because I could not move around, it will make me fall if I move around. I like the idea of standing desks because I prefer standing a lot but when I need to I could sit down on the tool, but I could still move my legs around and be somewhat active. So if one day you're feeling antsy you can just stand. Also I think if your tired it could help you stay awake. Mark Benden also states that sitting desk can cause kids to be obese, he also says that too much sitting is bad for your health.…
I was leaving Franklin Elementary School in Chicago, Illinois for good. Sadness and anger enveloped me and I nearly had a fit right there on the spot. I would miss all of my teachers, my friends, and most of all, living in the city. On the car ride to our new house in Highland Park, I thought about Franklin.…
Before high school, I always thought I was an average student, but when I transitioned into high school, people started to point out that I had potential. I began to work harder than I had ever before and I began to accelerate in every course. This never took a toll on me till the tenth grade, when my mental health started degrading. Anxiety was my first foe. During the beginning of the tenth grade, I had set high expectations for myself and it began to affect my life greatly For instance, after finishing the test, I would think about just one specific question that I thought I completed wrong.…
Sitting down tapping the brown tables and biting my fingernails At Charles Sumner Elementary School. Not fitting in and being the only dark skinned dominican in my class felt like I was underwater with no oxygen tank. I remember when one of my classmates was looking at me and laughing with his friends. It felt like i had butterflies in my stomach, as he keep looking at me i felt the need to look him and say what. A chubby, curly hair mean looking boy with the same age as me, looked at me and then calls me names.…
As I looked around at my new classmates on my first day of public school, I was in complete shock. All around me I saw students who did not care in the slightest about their education and who saw school as simply a chore instead of an adventure. They slumped down in their chairs, cheated off of each other left and right, rolled their eyes at teachers, and spent each day watching the clock, waiting for the bell to ring that would released from their “prison.” That August morning, I felt like I was in a completely different world: one where I did not belong.…
I attended Jane Addams Elementary School for my field experience hours. As I was attending this school, I started to think about when I was a student teacher at my elementary school. My experiences with both schools were different because each school had a different setup for how they wanted to teach the class. My freshman and sophomore year of high school, I had volunteered to do student teaching at my elementary school, and it was really tough for me because that was my first time ever teaching students at a fifth-grade level.…
BEEP BEEP BEEP! My alarm clock goes off on a Monday morning at 4 am. The excitement wakes me right up, and I sprung out of bed. I rushed into the shower because I had to be ready by 5:15. After getting dressed and packing my things for a 8 hour trip, there and back to Sandusky, Ohio.…
“Don’t forget, the paper is due next Wednesday!” My 8th period teacher, Mrs. Oakford told to my class and I as we streamed out of the cramped classroom on a Friday. We couldn’t wait to bust out of the schools doors and claim our prize of a short freedom for surviving another busy, exhausting, and slow week of middle school. I rushed to my locker, grabbed everything I would need for the homework due Monday, threw it in my bag and headed down the hall collecting my friends to walk to town to start what I would hope would be a slow but fun weekend off The weekend went quicker than I wished and before I knew it, it was late Sunday night and I still hadn’t done my homework, I realized this and got to work.…
When I was younger, I could not wait to start school. I remember getting ready for my first picture day and making sure I picked out the perfect outfit and ensuring that my pigtails were just right for my kindergarten picture. I remember being excited to learn new things and to spend time with my classmates, and the same is true today. Even when there is a challenging school day ahead of me, like a big test or a dreaded presentation, I still look forward to going to school. I have immensely enjoyed my time as a Little Falls Community High School student, but now there is a new chapter in my learning experience that is about to begin, and that is college.…
I was smiling the whole time as the skin around my neck was being ripped off. Well I wasn’t actually smiling and as brutal as I made it sound, it wasn’t as horrific an event now that I look back on it. The incident occurred while I was on Spring Break during my freshman year in high school. My family and I were vacationing in Gatlinburg, Tennessee;which if I might add we’ve been there about eight times since I was seven years old. I remember clearly that day down to the exact temperature.…
Being a high school student is composed of restless nights, and eight exhausting hours of classes in which you are obligated to stay awake in. A normal school day begins with me snoozing my alarm about ten times before my dad walks into my room telling me the dreaded “time to get up for school” reminder which I just take as a suggestion. Normally I will drag myself into the bathroom about ten minutes later to begin my routine. I spend about 40 minutes in the bathroom preparing myself for school and by the time I am done it is usually time to grab all of my things and barely catch the bus. Now this has to be my least favorite part of the day.…
That Day in Fourth Grade “People come into our lives for a reason, bringing something you must learn, and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return. -Glinda” One of my best friends today, Teonna Frye, has influenced a lot of the choices that have made me into who I am today. I first met her as a “not-so-little,” brown-haired fourth grader. She was a giant that towered over all the kids in our grade.…
My First Day of School in Kindergarden “Click” Good morning Natalie! Wake up! my mom said excitedly. My mom is a very loving and happy kind of person who always thinks positively. I groaned to indicate to my mom that I was awake.…
When my parents and I arrived at Catalina, I was filled with butterflies. I saw a sea of people, but not all were unknown to me. Some I knew from the Revisit, some I knew from the Junior class, but the remainder were strangers. Finally, a familiar face! Jenna, my sister, emerged and helped carry my things into Thompson Dorm.…
It was there. Its presence marked my final destination. My fear suddenly started to creep over me just thinking about it like a ghost that every child was afraid of, when they turned off the lights. I began to ask my friends if it was true, and they said “Yes” and that it was due tomorrow! All of a sudden a chill ran down through me and my hands started to sweat of nervousness as I started to write down the homework.…