Educational Autobiography

Maria Gamez- September 3, 2019
Educational Autobiography
When I think of school I always think back to when I was a little girl. Specifically when I
was in elementary. Sure high school and college are also schools, but I feel that elementary has
the title “school” for me. I think of teachers, when I think of school. School has agenda, and has
the curriculum set up for the day. School has students that come to school ready to learn. Some
might be prepared and some other might not. But school will always be a place to learn.
The earliest memories I have of myself in school is when I was in preschool, in 2003.
I’ve had some sort of schooling prior to preschool, but I remember walking in and seeing a girl
who was my neighbor. I’ve never had talked to her, and she never had talked to be. Although we
always had stared at each from a distance. I recognized her, walked up to her, and started to talk
to her. My mom had told me that I had walked out of her site as soon as I walked into the
classroom, and was sad to see that I wasn’t sad to see her go. She knew that I was going to be
okay. I also have this memory of me counting to 100 in kindergarten, and my teacher giving me
a gold star-shaped paper. She told me to put my name on it. Then she stapled it on top of the
roof. I wasn’t the first one to count to 100, but I still felt proud that I was able to count to the
only numbers I thought existed.
I attend school here in Chandler, AZ. I went to Galveston Elementary all my elementary
career. Then, for middle school I attended one quarter at Willis Jr. High, and the finished middle
school at Andersen Jr. High. Then, finally I graduated high school from Chandler High School in
2017.
School for me was like a roller coaster. When I was in preschool through second grade, I
absolutely loved it. I would go to school, and I was excited to learn. I would feel so proud when I
would finish the homework packets before they were even due. I would love to write stories. I
remember when I was in first grade, we used to get this paper with a square and lines in the
bottom. The square portion was for us to draw, which was my favorite part and found out I was
pretty great at. And the lines were for us to write a story about what the picture was about. So
that was what I would look forward to. Then 3rd and 5th grade came, and it just went all down
hill. I began to be bully. My grades when down, I fake sickness and never went to school. I hated
school, and I’ve never experienced loneliness until third grade. Then fourth-sixth grade went
well. Those were the years I have my favorite teachers, and my grades were higher than other
years. I was top in my class. So throughout my career I had good years and bad ones. I’m sure it
was like that for all.
When I walk in the building I feel a sense of home and anxiety. It’s a mixture of both. If I
understand everything and I’ve done all my studying/ homework I feel at ease. I’m nervously
excited especially on test days, because I have all this knowledge and I just want to dump it out
somewhere. If I am struggling, it’s the complete opposite. I feel anxious and I want to run away.
I don’t want to be there. Or if there is someone I don’t want to see, it also induces anxiety,
maybe even fear. It to me all situational.

Weirdly specific, but school to me smells like Glade’s Peach Lavender. Everytime I
smell that scent it always takes me back to a classroom, or school. There is something nostalgic
about it. School to be sounds like kids talking over one another. There’s footsteps, and shoes
screeching. There is also quietness.
On my late years of education I was the quiet student, who keep to herself, only spoke
when necessary. I was talkative, but only if I had a friend to be talkative with. If I made a close
friend, it was like that too. I had to feel confident in the classroom setting to get out there. If not I
didn’t even bother. When I was younger I feel like it was easier to share what I had in mind
because I was stuck in a classroom with the same people, oppose when I was changing
classrooms in later years. It became difficult to open myself to my classmates.
Everytime I think of teachers teaching, I conjure up to specific teachers. My fourth grade
teacher Ms. Sandavol, and my sixth grade teacher, Ms. Baca. I think Ms. Sandavol teaching
method where effective on me, because it didn’t even felt like I was even being taught. She
incorporated it into our lessons without it feeling like it being work. It was fun to learn with her.
She also share stories, and it felt like if she was our friend. I think she was a good teacher
because she was relatable. Ms. Baca wasn’t as young as her, and her teaching methods were a
little older. I think she was successful, because she cared about each one of her students. She got
into our life, she wanted to figure out what wasn’t working for us.
I think my educational background will influence my future as an educator, because I will
have the experience. I will have already been in the shoes of these kids. I have already
experienced what they have experience. I can take what works for me and reinforce it into the
curriculum. But to have an open mind to listen to those who it doesn’t work for them. I would
like to work with my future students to learn how to feel comfortable opening up to the
classroom. I want then to work on confidence. I want the students to take the good of education.
I want the students to know that school is a place where they shouldn’t feel judged and feel safe.

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Maria Gamez- September 3, 2019

only numbers I thought existed.

was like that for all.

maybe even fear. It to me all situational.

screeching. There is also quietness.

classrooms in later years. It became difficult to open myself to my classmates.

Everytime I think of teachers teaching, I conjure up to specific teachers. My fourth grade

I think my educational background will influence my future as an educator, because I will

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