Title 1 provides academic assistance to selected students who are failing or are at risk of failing to meet the State’s challenging content and student performance standards in reading and mathematics.
The challenge lies in pinpointing where each student is struggling and providing support to each student individually. You cannot simply help in general terms, you must be specific and goal oriented.
I have found that most importantly, the classroom environment has to allow for every student to be comfortable in trying out new things, making mistakes, learning from them and from other students.
In my Title 1 classes, although I am the teacher, I encourage the students to explain their thought process when solving problems. Other students will agree or understand a different approach, which is more efficient than just hearing my methods. The
board has now become their scratch paper and they use it constantly to work...
I have had many good teachers in my life, but not all necessarily in formal educational settings. I had a WONDERFUL preceptor when I first came out of nursing school. Vielke was calm, knowledgeable, helpful, nonjudgemental, friendly, and the patients
and staff loved her. She could work her way around a difficult patient load, while never panicking. My third grade teacher, Miss Glass, was someone who loved teaching. She taught us how to have fun while we learned. I still can sing the 50 states in alphabetical
order because of her. Vickie was my mentor in womens' health education, specially childbirth and parenting. She was so invested in her students. She used her humor, passion, and personality to teach in a charming and endearing way.
There have been many teachers along the path, each making their own impact on how I teach and why I teach. But the part of teaching that I am most thankful for is how much...
I will never forget my favorite math teacher. Mr. Lazur taught ninth grade CAS Geometry (my school's version of AP) and also twelfth grade IB Calculus, so I was fortunate enough to have him as a high school freshman and then again as a senior. I'm incredibly
thankful for Mr. Lazur because his fun and informal teaching style got even the most anxious students to actually enjoy math. In his classes I learned to think about math on a more “macro” scale, thinking about the concepts and how they related to each other
rather than getting bogged down in numbers. He also knew exactly when and how to give a practical demonstration of a confusing concept so that none of us would ever forget it again.
One of these demonstrations has stuck with me ever since, and I don't think I'll ever lose the knowledge it provided. We were in Geometry, working on volumes of solids. The previous day we'd learned the formulas for volume for cubes and cylinders, and today
we were supposed to...
"Girls often believe themselves to be bad at math, in accordance with gender stereotyping, and often experience high levels of anxiety about the subject. That anxiety appears to be driven by social influences, and may be vanishing in early education. Still,
identifying its causes could help eliminate it at later stages of education, and prevent it from making a reappearance in young girls.
A new study suggests that elementary school may be a breeding ground for this anxiety. The study found that when elementary school teachers, who are primarily female, displayed a high level of anxiety about math, that skittishness was transmitted to their female
students. Those students who spent a year with a math-phobic teacher displayed lower math achievement and an increased belief in stereotypes about female mathematical ability...
...Seeing a math-anxious woman encouraged female students to buy into the stereotype that girls were unskilled at math, thereby...
I remember the moment clearly even now: Mrs S., brandishing the loose-leaf pages in front of my fourth-grade classroom, her wild-eyed look at odds with her precise hair and immaculate apple-printed skirt. I remember how I had quietly slipped the papers
into tray of finished homework, how I had felt somehow embarrassed by the inked words. I remember her words: "Julie is going to be a famous writer someday!" And I remember the feeling: elation, pride, and a stark wonder that someone believed in me this much.
Now, years later--after a college degree in Creative Writing and a few published pieces in literary journals--I think back on the powerful impact that Mrs. S. had on my writing. I was an extraordinarily shy student. English had been my second language,
and I had been shuffled through ESL classes all throughout my early elementary school years. But for me, English was not a hardship—it was a refuge. I lost myself in books, and found myself in paper and...