Hey all it's me again!!
So my school is not anything that I had expected. Driving to the school for 8:20 in the a.m is not the greatest thing in the world but apparently the people in the neighborhood surrounding "Glory" (names have been changed for security purposes) comes alive in the early hours. When people think of Providence schools the first things that come to their minds are in fact the neighborhoods. Upon telling some of my co-workers and bosses about the name and location of Glory the first response I received was, "ha ha hah good luck make sure you know the police number by heart". Honestly that's not something I would say to anyone right off the bat, but we will just say that the people I work with are......not all there at times. So Wednesday morning came and luckily for me Glory is seriously like a five minute drive from my house on the east side of Providence.
I take a turn at the Starbucks...yes Starbucks I said it, it was shocking considering what my previous impression of what the neighborhood would be. Start driving down a very wide street with ajour jewelers to my right along with some small coffee shop and to my left are beautiful homes. To get to the school I had to pass 4 stop signs, and while I stoped I could not help but notice the cars parked on the side of the road. Now obviously I'm a college student and pay for it myself and my car is old, theses cars were all new Lexus, Mercedes and I even saw a lime green Cadillac SUV.
On both sides of the road I saw men and women doing their morning jogs, mothers walking their children in strollers, and dog walkers, yes plural many dogs many walkers. I felt like I had stepped into some corny movie like pleasentvill, where it seemed to be almost perfect to live there. I came to the end of the road and took a left to notice a enormous Field of some sort on my right, the construction was absolutely beautiful, and to my right was Glory middle school. The outside of the building was better than many of the buildings on campus at RIC. I parked my car, walked up the walkway, and came to a massive set of doors, then pushed the call button. There was no person saying "can I help you?" just a click to unlock the door. I found my way into the main office, where I then preceded to tell a Secretary (who looked miserable) I was with V.I.P.S for Mr. Yeller. I was then told to take a seat while they called to the room of my teacher.
Upon meeting Mr. Yeller, he briefly told me about the class while we walked the halls of the school. My eyes began to wonder at all of the interesting sites I had not expected to see. The doors to the rooms for storage and such were all made of wood, the tiles on the floor just flowed and the cream colored paint brightened up the halls. One end of the corridor had a plasma touch screen TV, touchscreen!!!! I could not believe how advanced just the hallway was compared to what I had in middle school.
We had finally reached the classroom where the students all had to line up outside of the door and wait to be told to go in. The class room itself had new desk, chairs, smart boards, and computers but was rather very small. the desk were shaped in two horseshoes with the inner one the shorter amount of desk. The classroom itself seems to value respect and listening co operations. Mr. Yeller is always telling the kids to do things because he believes that is how 6th graders should be. They should all sit in their seats, not shout out answers, be respectful to peers and him.
The students are great....somedays. They all have their days just like adults do when they don't want to learn about history at 8:30 in the morning. They really truly are all good children with some bad habits, and after the first day I could see who was the troublemakers and who was not. It was easy to tell who excelled in the class and who just simply don't care. Even though they have bad days they are still wonderfully kids who will someday contribute great things for our nation, states and towns.
So my school is not anything that I had expected. Driving to the school for 8:20 in the a.m is not the greatest thing in the world but apparently the people in the neighborhood surrounding "Glory" (names have been changed for security purposes) comes alive in the early hours. When people think of Providence schools the first things that come to their minds are in fact the neighborhoods. Upon telling some of my co-workers and bosses about the name and location of Glory the first response I received was, "ha ha hah good luck make sure you know the police number by heart". Honestly that's not something I would say to anyone right off the bat, but we will just say that the people I work with are......not all there at times. So Wednesday morning came and luckily for me Glory is seriously like a five minute drive from my house on the east side of Providence.
I take a turn at the Starbucks...yes Starbucks I said it, it was shocking considering what my previous impression of what the neighborhood would be. Start driving down a very wide street with ajour jewelers to my right along with some small coffee shop and to my left are beautiful homes. To get to the school I had to pass 4 stop signs, and while I stoped I could not help but notice the cars parked on the side of the road. Now obviously I'm a college student and pay for it myself and my car is old, theses cars were all new Lexus, Mercedes and I even saw a lime green Cadillac SUV.
On both sides of the road I saw men and women doing their morning jogs, mothers walking their children in strollers, and dog walkers, yes plural many dogs many walkers. I felt like I had stepped into some corny movie like pleasentvill, where it seemed to be almost perfect to live there. I came to the end of the road and took a left to notice a enormous Field of some sort on my right, the construction was absolutely beautiful, and to my right was Glory middle school. The outside of the building was better than many of the buildings on campus at RIC. I parked my car, walked up the walkway, and came to a massive set of doors, then pushed the call button. There was no person saying "can I help you?" just a click to unlock the door. I found my way into the main office, where I then preceded to tell a Secretary (who looked miserable) I was with V.I.P.S for Mr. Yeller. I was then told to take a seat while they called to the room of my teacher.
Upon meeting Mr. Yeller, he briefly told me about the class while we walked the halls of the school. My eyes began to wonder at all of the interesting sites I had not expected to see. The doors to the rooms for storage and such were all made of wood, the tiles on the floor just flowed and the cream colored paint brightened up the halls. One end of the corridor had a plasma touch screen TV, touchscreen!!!! I could not believe how advanced just the hallway was compared to what I had in middle school.
We had finally reached the classroom where the students all had to line up outside of the door and wait to be told to go in. The class room itself had new desk, chairs, smart boards, and computers but was rather very small. the desk were shaped in two horseshoes with the inner one the shorter amount of desk. The classroom itself seems to value respect and listening co operations. Mr. Yeller is always telling the kids to do things because he believes that is how 6th graders should be. They should all sit in their seats, not shout out answers, be respectful to peers and him.
The students are great....somedays. They all have their days just like adults do when they don't want to learn about history at 8:30 in the morning. They really truly are all good children with some bad habits, and after the first day I could see who was the troublemakers and who was not. It was easy to tell who excelled in the class and who just simply don't care. Even though they have bad days they are still wonderfully kids who will someday contribute great things for our nation, states and towns.
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