To a New Start
Brutal, rough, eventful. My day in three words. Nothing could have gone worse. It was a brand new start for me. New start to the teaching aspect. New to the town of Maycomb, Alabama. I was From North Alabama, Winston County, so the Maycomb residents have a different lifestyle and I was definitely not fitting in or adjusted to it at all. Maycomb is a little world of its own. As soon as being introduced to all of my fellow, new students, I knew something was already off. It was then I realized I had to reinforce the rules and adapt to all of the students. At the time I thought, are the kids going to judge me? Argue with me? Bust my buttons? Make me lose my marbles? Coming into this I did not know what to expect, but it was true …show more content…
Throat dry, it was my turn to blurt out a word and introduce myself to the silly, sassy, six years old in front of my face.
“Students! I welcome you to your first day of school. I am excited and exhilarated to begin first grade with all of you. I am your teacher, Miss Caroline Fisher. To begin, we are going to start a lesson and I am going to read you a story about cats to each and every one of you”, I said strongly to all of my students.
When I was reading to my class, a young student of mine, who was labeled Scout Finch, seemed like she knew everything needed. She had known how to read, write, recite the alphabet and all of the above that a first grader should not comprehend and understand so easily. But this aggravated me, strongly. I wanted all of the kids to have a fresh start. I wanted to have a perfect learning environment for all the students. Scout has mentioned that her father, Atticus Finch has taught her to read and write.
“Scout it is your duty to stop reading and writing, I want this class to all be in the same spot when starting the first grade”, I …show more content…
One of the students in my class has had a big problem with hygiene and personal care. His name was Burris Ewell. I watched the creepy crawly, white , walking bugs walk and skip around in his dark, long, brown, flippy hair. Not only was he disgusting, but he was mean and vicious. Because he had lice and dirty hair, I decided it was proper of me to dismiss Burris and send him home for the afternoon so he could wash his hair. When Burris stood up I saw his dark gray neck, rusty spots on the back of his hand, and black, deep, fingernails. But this did not phase him. Burris stands up and states, “You ain’t sendin’ me home, missu. I was on the verge of leavin’- I done done my time for this year.”
That is where I lost it and began to fluster in confusion. When Burris didn't leave when I asked him, I threatened him that I would call the principal. At this point, Burris turned around and screamed across the room, “Report and be damned to ye! Ain’t no shot-nosed slut of a schoolteacher ever born c’n make me do nothin’! You ain’t makin’ me go nowhere, missus. You remember that, you ain’t makin’ me go
Brutal, rough, eventful. My day in three words. Nothing could have gone worse. It was a brand new start for me. New start to the teaching aspect. New to the town of Maycomb, Alabama. I was From North Alabama, Winston County, so the Maycomb residents have a different lifestyle and I was definitely not fitting in or adjusted to it at all. Maycomb is a little world of its own. As soon as being introduced to all of my fellow, new students, I knew something was already off. It was then I realized I had to reinforce the rules and adapt to all of the students. At the time I thought, are the kids going to judge me? Argue with me? Bust my buttons? Make me lose my marbles? Coming into this I did not know what to expect, but it was true …show more content…
Throat dry, it was my turn to blurt out a word and introduce myself to the silly, sassy, six years old in front of my face.
“Students! I welcome you to your first day of school. I am excited and exhilarated to begin first grade with all of you. I am your teacher, Miss Caroline Fisher. To begin, we are going to start a lesson and I am going to read you a story about cats to each and every one of you”, I said strongly to all of my students.
When I was reading to my class, a young student of mine, who was labeled Scout Finch, seemed like she knew everything needed. She had known how to read, write, recite the alphabet and all of the above that a first grader should not comprehend and understand so easily. But this aggravated me, strongly. I wanted all of the kids to have a fresh start. I wanted to have a perfect learning environment for all the students. Scout has mentioned that her father, Atticus Finch has taught her to read and write.
“Scout it is your duty to stop reading and writing, I want this class to all be in the same spot when starting the first grade”, I …show more content…
One of the students in my class has had a big problem with hygiene and personal care. His name was Burris Ewell. I watched the creepy crawly, white , walking bugs walk and skip around in his dark, long, brown, flippy hair. Not only was he disgusting, but he was mean and vicious. Because he had lice and dirty hair, I decided it was proper of me to dismiss Burris and send him home for the afternoon so he could wash his hair. When Burris stood up I saw his dark gray neck, rusty spots on the back of his hand, and black, deep, fingernails. But this did not phase him. Burris stands up and states, “You ain’t sendin’ me home, missu. I was on the verge of leavin’- I done done my time for this year.”
That is where I lost it and began to fluster in confusion. When Burris didn't leave when I asked him, I threatened him that I would call the principal. At this point, Burris turned around and screamed across the room, “Report and be damned to ye! Ain’t no shot-nosed slut of a schoolteacher ever born c’n make me do nothin’! You ain’t makin’ me go nowhere, missus. You remember that, you ain’t makin’ me go