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Personal Narrative: My Field Experience
Throughout the semester I had the privilege to work one-on-one with Kristie Hochrein, a 3rd grade teacher at Rosenow School. This was my first field experience at Marian, and I am proud of accomplishing this small milestone and learning more about myself and the field of education. This involvement opened my eyes to a variant of culture, teaching styles, and personal and professional growth. Prior to jumping into my assigned field experience, I constructed two goals in relation to my experience. In this paper I will focus on how I achieved these goals and I will reflect on my field experience as a whole. The first goal I will elaborate on is, “I will become aware of how teachers interact with students whom have cognitive/development challenges.” This goal was, and still remains, of high importance to me. Prior to this experience I only had one experience working with students with special needs. In order for me to see progress happen with this goal, I followed an action plan. This plan was created to help me gage and help better attain my goal. In my class I had two children with developmental challenges. For one girl these cognitive trials made it hard for her to socialize with the class and to focus on schoolwork. I tried communicating wither her often and I tried to help her one-on-one. When I was …show more content…
I personally wanted to find out why I want to be a teacher. Everyone asks that question, and now I truly feel I have an honest question in regards to it. I learned that teaching is both a science and a passion, but overall passion drives me. While in the classroom I learned that I found the good in each student, no matter what situation they were a part of or came from. I learned that being a teacher is time consuming and that differentiation is one of keys to success. Overall, I learned that I mean to be a teacher and I am excited to learn more about this field of

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