Thursday, October 6, 2011
Guess Who's horrible at remembering to post :)
I keep forgetting to post comments on the blog so I'm started a new topic. If you feel so inclined, post a story where you came of age in an educational setting. For example, Kathryn emailed me saying I had neglected to meet the requirements on this blog. That email instigated this chain reaction that eventually made me realize I had to get off my butt. And thus, I came of age... a little bit. So ya, if you ever went to the principal's office for karate chopping some kid in the jugular or something like that, post it!
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This post is funny : ) In first grade I got in trouble for stealing prizes from my teacher. I just had to give the gifts back so it wasn't all that memorable. Though I remember going to the principal's office in second grade for cheating on my spelling test. The thing i remember most distinctly was feeling so ashamed: ashamed that my mom, my teacher and my principal were all so disappointed in me. On my honor, that was the last time i ever cheated on anything. It was a horrible feeling of inadequacy. I was a vagrant in the beginning of elementary school, but truly the thought of disappointing my parents set me on the straight and narrow path.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in 5th grade I yelled at my PE teacher because I didn't understand the whole rotation process of volleyball and I wanted to play really bad and I felt like she wasn't letting me. So I got in a huge fight with her and got sent to the principals office for the rest of the day. They called my parents and told them I was starting a commotion in class, which they were not happy about obviously. The principal also made me write a letter of apology to my PE teacher. I don't know how much I grew from this incident, I learned not to start shit over something as trivial as volleyball, but as far as talking back to my teachers I didn't grow out of that for a while. But I can say that each time I got in an argument with a teacher it was for more and more valid reasons. So I suppose I learned through my confrontations with teachers how to pick my battles, which I believe is a very important skill to have.
ReplyDeleteIn kindergarten I traded play areas without the teacher's permission, when she noticed she sent me to the principal's office and I got detention for a week. From this I learned that that particular teacher hated me and not to do anything without her permission.
ReplyDeleteI sound like a goody two shoes, but I never went to the principal's office or anything (because I never got caught haha) so I didn't have any coming of age moments at school. I enjoy reading everyone else's posts though!
ReplyDeleteIn fifth grade I made fun of a kid's name by calling him "Joe from Cocomo" and got my head smacked into a window. We both got detention and I became a bit more reserved after that.
ReplyDeleteActually, the south valley was a weird place to grow up in. I was raised there, but I always felt out of place in school. I was at the top of my class in elementary, and when I entered Albuquerque Academy I thought it was going to pretty much be the same (except no one would pick on me for being smart). I placed into low math, and was pretty heartbroken when I did. I did learn that there are people much smarter than me, though, so I'm glad I learned it at such a young age.
Mine would have to be from last year. It was in my last class of the day, forensic science. The teacher and I did not really get along.
ReplyDeleteWe started a new enrichment/intervention period in the morning towards the end of last school year. It was put in place so that if you weren't doing so well in a certain class you had to go to that class to make up school work and if you had enrichment you would just go to a certain class and do whatever for an hour. I had intervention for forensic science. I was missing a couple of easy assignments and in the first week of intervention i got my grade back up-no big deal. I'd go in, listen to my iPod and do work. The next week of intervention I went in and hung out with a couple of friends, but Mr. Santistevan wasn't having that. He said we had to have our books. I told him that I didn't have any book work to catch up on and said that I would just keep to myself for the rest of the period but he didn't think that was good enough. I did what i said but he called security and took away my iPod. I was pissed! I went to ISS for the rest of the period. 6th period came along and I went to Forensic Science class. I walked to Mr. Santistevan and asked if I would be getting my iPod at the end of the day like he stated in class whenever he would take a phone or electronic device away for texting. He said "no," and that my mom would have to go pick it up at the end of the year. That set me off. I started telling him off and hurled insults on how he was the most inconsistent person in the world, how he needed to act his age, that he picked favorites like non other and if were a female or in his math league he would take it with a grain of salt, but since we didn't get along he's gonna make me jump through a bunch of hoops! I guess somewhere along the line I started yelling. He told me to sit down or he'd get security. I told him I'd rather go to ISS than spend another minute in his class.Security came and I went to ISS. I talked to the guy in ISS and said I wanted to talk to the principal. Me and him were pretty cool. I was late a lot and had to see him for it but I showed him my consistent good grades and AP class schedule so he knew I wasn't a bad kid. I told him of my dilemma of how I wasn't bothering anybody and he agreed to get my iPod from Mr. Santistevan at the end of the day for me because of the school's policy . It was going just as planned, but at 2:20 Mr. Santistevan called ISS and said he wanted to meet with me. I didn't meet with him and instead I went with my principal, Mr. Padilla. We walked to the class and Mr. Padilla went to get the iPod but Santistevan refused. I had to meet with him in private, Padilla told me I should and i agreed. We talked for a pretty long time. He said he overreacted and I said I did too. I told him of how he was inconsistent and how it bothered me. He said he understood what I was saying and stated that my attitude and lax nature in his class gave him no reason to favor me. He gave me the iPod and we came to the agreement that he was going to be consistent in class and that I was going to do my work and just finish my senior year with no problems in the class.
ReplyDeleteThis meeting was a really big deal to me. I realized that he was just a human like I was. He may not have been the most consistent person but that didn't mean he couldn't be an alright person. I looked at him from an unbiased view and seen that he wasn't just some forensic science douchebag teacher; he was just human. He dedicated so much time to my high school and took a ton of pride in teaching science. I was being disrespectful to him by not bringing my book to intervention and relaxing in his 6th period class. I didn't bother anybody during intervention but that wasn't what mattered to him. I know I wasn't wrong and he agreed but it just showed me that I need to appreciate people more because we're all humans and have our own problems. Why should I expect somebody to be perfect when I was being a straight immature asshole My nonchalant attitude was nothing to me but it was disrespectful to him and his mission as a teacher. So yeah I guess I was wrong.
ReplyDeleteI'm having a bit of one lately. High school (all school really) was really easy for me and i didn't have to put in much work, even in calculus. I got into the habit of procrastinating because it always worked out.
ReplyDeleteI cannot get good grades this year in calculus and continue to do my weeks homework the night before its due. Because we'll just say, my grade in there is really bad.
I'm actually still going through this moment of growing up though because while I recognize the need to change, I have yet to manage to implement it yet. However, now seems like an excellent time to start. It'll take work, but I'm positive the effort is worth it. Odd to me to combine school and effort though...
-Danyelle W.
Speaking of terrible at posting...
ReplyDeleteWay back in seventh grade, I was given the option to compete in the National History Day competition. The point of the project was to make a documentary, essay, etc. about a subject in history that fit the theme "Taking a Stand." I spent a lot of time researching my subject, spending tons of time online and in libraries, but the part that influenced me the most was not part of the competition. Instead, at the state level competition at the Hispanic Cultural Center, I came of age by reverting, if that makes sense. After the competition and before the results came out, my group (of fifteen or so persons) was exhausted and flopped about on the top of a gigantic set of stairs. Of course, given such a stage and semi-captive audience, we decided that it was a good time to do stupid things, like sing the montage from the end of Shrek and parade about chanting "TOGA!" Anyhow, this highly embarrassing array of events made me come of age as I realized that I should actually attempt to be an entertaining human being. I had been pretty shut in before that event, so it was fantastic to get out of my awkward little box.