Category: Unit 1 (Page 6 of 20)

As I continue to go through life even now, my thinking process about education continues to evolve. One of the key reasons for this is that the way we learn continues to evolve and improve, for better or worse. Throughout modern society , education is continuously evolving and being able to learn will benefit you in so many different ways. Based on what kind of education you need, the skills people learn seem to benefit you, people or society in general. As my life continues, I have always been advised that multiple paths exist and the need for different forms of education is required to build multiple paths as society develops. My educational thought process was that if you wanted to learn or research something different, whether it would support you now or later in the future, it would reward you. I’m going to share the moment I knew what kind of school I was going to attend. I always thought that this was necessary because there are special things in certain high schools that are peculiar to them and For other big options, act as a little experience.

I always hated education i, i felt like it’s useless and that its not that important when i was a child.Sometimes education can be really hard and at that time i couldn’t handle it and i couldn’t focus on anything.I became less interested in what they would think about my future as time went on, and they then started to note the lack of work I had offered. All of this led them to doubt me just as any other person would have. Through my research, I became less inspired because of the fact that although I was trying to find my own, I have to follow their own dreams. For me, what they had in mind was not what I wanted for myself.so i kept doing my research and think about what i want to do in the future and what major or things that will inspire,something that i won’t get bored of easily and something i would be really happy to do and enjoy at the same.even if it needs time and working late and hard,as long as i really love it im going to be fine.It took some time for me to find out myself and what I really wanted in life. This opened me up to more people’s perspectives about what seemed to them a successful job, what was just a casual conversation was really a really interesting one for me, really a very helpful one. I heard about numerous career paths that could make me much more competitive than they had in mind. I started to open up to other influences and picked up on small suggestions they would put in once in a while.At the first i wanted to be in a military army but then i changed my mind when i took others opinion saying that i’m a girl and that they don’t accept women and that they only accept nurses which made it really difficult for me to think about something else to do.After couple years i thought about it and i wanted to be a pharmacist but then my only problem that i really hate science and i didnt want to study something i really hate because then i won’t be able to succeed in it or be able to focus.At year 9 to 10 i realized that i’m pretty good at math and i really love it and enjoy solving some equations and geometry so i did my research and thought that an architecture would really suit me and that it be really perfect for me so i didn’t hesitate and i told my counselor about my plan and she put me in my math classes and some other classes that go along with architecture engineer.

I didn’t like teachers that give alot of work because i dont have time and i still got other classes to do and so goes with the teachers they also have other classes to grade but it would have been easier for us students and them teachers to give less work so that everyone could finish the=ir work on time and do their job without any stress.I always focused in sending my work early and on time so that i won’t fail any of my classes i really focused on what i wanted to do in future and i have a big hope that i’m going to do great and dont be lazy or give up on work,but still i couldn’t just not admit that the work that they give us could be really hard and unexplainable however i always try my best to get the work done even its wrong at least i tried my best and never gave my teacher a blank assignment .

It was my first taste of what education could bring and the avenues it could bring as I dealt with that experience. Education is a journey no matter how you put it and it can take several forms, it gives us all the opportunity to learn or accomplish something fresh and add to who we are and something we really enjoy.

My name is Julian Martinez, I was born in New York City Manhattan near midtown. I was never really comfortable confiding with my father because of his temperament so my mother was the first parent I can console to always. My father was born in Puerto Rico, Gurabo, and my mother was born in New York City like me. Starting off in elementary school I can remember going to school walking to the building to see the colorful entrance and school faculty welcoming me with big smiles. In elementary school, I was able to learn how to write my letters and how to add numbers. But the most intriguing thing that was visible to me in elementary school was the friends I made. My peers and friends were able to help me out with any struggles I had with the curriculum. In order to make progress in my school, we needed to take a reading test. I can remember reading a story about a girl in Thailand after a tsunami walking over the damage of her home, and that’s when I first realized how truly lucky I was to be in my position financially and locally. My teachers were able to give enough discipline but also be entertaining while teaching and the feeling of learning never truly occurred to me how fun it could actually be. By middle school is when I was starting to mold into a more mature and stronger version of myself. In middle school, I was able to learn the most basic yet important math and writing skills. These skills were the skills I took and held with me for my future. I don’t know how I would have been able to succeed without the scary promotion in doubt letters my mother used to receive. These letters would terrify my mother and put stress and pressure on me even though I never failed a class ever. These letters taught me that I must be on time with my work in order to maintain order and balance in life. The memories that I had in kindergarten with my first communications and friendships I had shown the type of person I was. If I saw my friends or peer’s in trouble I would be there for them, talk to them and try to let them know that it would all be okay. The friends I made in middle school stuck really close to me and I kept my traits of generosity and kindness for others. But I realized how being short in middle school caused discrimination from others, but my closest friends that I have would be there for me to tell me that I should just be myself and I should embrace it. I always hated my short height and still do to this day but school molded me to take discrimination and hate and ignore it but most
importantly to love myself which is what I’m still trying to succeed fully till this very day. High school taught me how to express myself in words out loud. My school unlike other schools that require regents, mine required exhibitions. Exhibitions were a series of presentations for each major subject math, English, science. My friends in High school were the most important friends in my life. These peers who have been through the education system just like me and had similar interest and personality traits, these were my true soul friends. Teachers were able to make group projects and assignments and connecting with my friends may have been the worst and best
choice for these assignments. I was able to have many friends in high school, which I adapted their attitudes body language, and slang. While it may not be the most professional I find myself at home with these things knowing that I live in New York City. I remember one of the texts that I had in my very first English college class. It was called “Maybe I Could Save Myself By Writing” by José Olivarez. I was reading this text and stopping and thinking to myself why this guy did not have a similar environment growing up like me what he did have was a realization for something. “Maybe I could write the stories I was craving to read. Maybe I could save myself by writing.”(Olivartez, 2018). This quote struck me because it reminded me of the story I had when I was in a computer science class. He may have found his saving passion as writing but I found mine in computer science, to be able to code something and watch the work that I did run, was the most beautiful experience I had in my life.