Currere Essay – Synthetical – Who am I

The Currere Method writing process has helped me to gain deeper understandings of myself and the individual I strive to be. It has allowed me to explore my past and the effects that it has had on who I am in the present day and who I hope to become in my future. I have discovered what truly is important in my life and strengthened my appreciation for the life that I am privileged to call my own. I have learned that all of my life experiences have helped shape the person I am today and although I am in control of my life, my past, present, and future will always impact how I choose to live and the decisions that I will make.

Every moment of my life has influenced the person I am today and no matter how minimal an experience may have been, it has had an effect in shaping the person who I have become. The childhood values that I was raised with have taught me what is important in life and how to be appreciative of what I have. Today, I am a grateful young adult who embraces life challenges that are thrown at me. My early school experiences taught me that friends don’t have to look like you or act like you but rather to be a friend one must be kind and supportive. Being the only girl in my class was contrasting to the stereotypical elementary experience of a young girl, however, it taught me how to be accepting of differences and thankful for the opportunity to learn alongside peers no matter our genders.  Today I strive to be a friend to everyone who crosses my path because I have learned that to be a friend one must simply be humble and kind. The support I received from my parents has allowed me to feel loved and taught me about the differences I can make in other people’s lives by having their backs and encouraging them. Today, I continue to look to my parents for support and strive to make them proud. As a pre-service teacher, I am appreciative of the gift of education and honoured to have had positive grade school experiences that inspired me to work towards a profession in education. My life to this day has had ups and downs but ultimately it has helped me become a proud individual who loves to learn and be challenged.

When I look to my future, I see a girl who continues to feel at home when I am in a classroom which must stem from the happiness I have found in my previous schooling experiences. School has always been a place where I excel and feel the sense of belonging which has helped me feel content with my present-day decision to pursue education. In my future, I continue to crave challenges despite their demanding nature which proves to me that although difficult at the moment, challenges have helped me grow and develop strong characteristics that have prepared me to pursue more obstacles later in life. I am exhilarated by the opportunities to learn and discover that challenges permit which makes persevering through hardships worth it. In my future, I hope to participate in societies where everyone has a voice and is valued by others. I recognize that vast opinions have not always been welcomed in my past but I am proud to be a part of a present generation that is striving towards change. In my future, I recognize the good company and the sense of belonging as a home rather than a physical building. This idea motivates me today to feel at home here in Regina as I surround myself with people who I share the common interest of education with despite not living in my house where my childhood memories were made. I am reminded by my future that the memories are in my heart and the people whom I shared them with rather than the material buildings that they were created in. I do not know what my future will bring, but I continue to envision a life that incorporates what I have learned in my past and lived in my present in hopes that my upcoming days will continue to surpass the ones I have lived.

So, who am I? Today, March 23rd, 2018, I am a developing individual with significant influences that has officially been alive for 6,900 days and although that appears to be plenty of time to discover one’s self, I am learning every day that I am consistently changing and growing into the person that I was meant to become. Tomorrow is a new day, and although I haven’t lived it yet, I know my past, present, and future self will be there because together, my memories, existence, and goals make me who I am.

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Currere Essay – Analytical – Reflection Staring Back at Me

 

My day begins in a scramble as I rush to get ready. I start by brushing my hair, applying some makeup, and layering myself in clothes that will keep me both warm in the dreadfully cold temperatures outside and comfortable inside the warm University classrooms. Yogurt makes for a convenient breakfast that I scarf down as I prepare a sandwich and grab a bright yellow banana to be packed for lunch. I gather my math books, computer, and pencil case and refill my water bottle with fresh cool water before zipping up my backpack and placing it by my front door.  I brush my teeth and then slip on my boots and mitts before opening the door to face the elements.  As I prepare to leave, I catch myself glancing in the garment closet door mirrors and a dedicated, Canadian student ready to brave the cold and tackle the challenges that a new day of independent living and university life will bring stares back at me.

After trekking across campus through the snow, I settle into my math lecture beside the group of girls who I have recently bonded with. I am honoured to have made friends who support and encourage me as I do for them. Positive energy floods the room as we share several laughs before turning our attention to the professor and diligently center our focus of attention on the new material. At the end of the lecture, we are asked to pick up our midterms and immediately my heart begins to pound, butterflies flutter in my stomach and my palms become sweaty. A sigh of relief floods through my body as I look at my grade and I am comforted to know that my commitment to studious preparation paid off. I walk out of the classroom alongside a group of caring friends feeling fulfilled and assured that I am shaping a quality future for myself. As we walk down the hallway, I catch my reflection in the glass door and see an intelligent and stressed student, but also a proud and considerate friend staring back at me, and a striking smile lights up my face.

Once classes are done for the day, I enjoy my walk back home surrounded by beautiful hoar frosted trees and the hustle and bustle of university crowds. I arrive back at my apartment, prepare myself a snack, and take a well-deserved break from studying prior to cooking supper. I decide to make spaghetti and meat sauce and as I stand over the stove stirring the boiling pasta I catch my reflection in the shiny frying pan lid. I see a sophisticated girl who appreciates what she has accomplished in the past year of living on her own, and I realize how grateful I am for the opportunity to receive an education in a field of study that interests me while being supported by family and friends.  An independent, mature, proficient, humble and thankful young adult beams back at me.

It is a new day and I am privileged to spend my morning in a pre-kindergarten classroom to receive realistic teaching experiences during my first year of studies. As I watch the teacher constantly integrate new and creative ideas into her classroom, I feel challenged to pursue my imagination and be open to trying new things. Her compassion towards her students motivates me to continually prioritize being inclusive and kind to others in my everyday life. The curious students have a desire to explore and learn new things, and I see in them a reflection of myself, an adventurous girl who craves continuous learning, challenges, and new experiences. The classroom environment paints a picture of the ideal place for me that provides testing situations that will encourage me to continually think and play the role of a lead-learner while being committed to nurturing and caring for others. In the classroom, I am able to be myself, a thoughtful, inquisitive, and enthusiastic pre-service teacher.

The weekend arrives and I pack my car for a weekend trip home to see my parents and most importantly my four-legged friend. I stare out into the open fields of Saskatchewan and crank my favourite country songs as I travel north-east along the highway. I catch my reflection in my rear-view mirror and a radiating smile beams across my face. I am one week closer to becoming a teacher. I continue to work hard to be successful in my studies, and I have friends and family supporting me through life’s journey. I am a privileged daughter, student, pre-service teacher, and friend who is continually adapting to new challenges and striving towards becoming a better version of myself. I am Kendall, and I am living a life that I can be proud of.

Regressive – This Year will be Different

“Have a good first day of grade four”, my mom yelled as she hurried us out the door with packed lunches and backpacks stuffed with new school supplies. Kyle and I gleamed with excitement as we walked past the rivalry school, tennis courts, baseball diamonds, and finally reached the St. Francis Elementary playground. Summer had flown by, and although we had had fun family time in the sun, we missed our friends and classmates and we were excited to meet our new teacher. The bell seemed to take an eternity to ring but eventually it overpowered all the chattering on the playground and hummed into the fields signalling flocks of students to charge the doors and locate their classrooms. Teachers stood in front of their cheerfully decorated doors welcoming their students and providing guidance for those who were confused or lost. I quickly located my classroom and was greeted by Mrs. Holash who leaned into me and whispered “I’m excited for you to be in my class this year Kendall, this year will be different for you but I’m here to help you with those challenges.”  For the most part her words went right over my head as I eagerly wanted to pinpoint my desk and find my friends, but the word different did linger with me.

One week prior

“Mom we’re back” shouted Calvin as we quickly piled into the house and slammed the door to to trap the cool air inside. Summertime meant my brothers and I spent our afternoons outside biking around the neighbourhood until the heat became too much and our stomachs started to grumble for an afternoon snack. The sweet scent of crisp watermelon lingered in the air as my mom peeked out of the kitchen with a fruit tray and cut up sausage and cheese and motioned us downstairs to the basement where we could cool off and relax. “Kendall can you come up here, I need to talk to you” bellowed my mom down the stairs from the kitchen. Immediately my mind began to wander with questions. What did I do wrong? Why did she only want me? What was she going to make me do? I hesitantly climbed the stairs unsure of what to expect; was I in trouble, did she just need some help, or did she have something exciting to tell me? Turns out she just wanted to talk, no biggie, I could relax. She sat me down on the couch and started with “I know you’re excited for school” when I cut her off with a rant about my new pink backpack and the markers I couldn’t wait to try out. I had been talking about it for weeks. My mom butted in when I stopped to catch my breath, “yes, yes Kendall, I know you are excited that’s why I need to talk to you. This year is going to be different for you and it will have some new challenges.” Ring, ring, ring, the phone cut off our conversation as my mom hurried to answer the call and I rushed back downstairs without thinking twice about what she had just told me.

So, there I was, first day of grade four being faced with the repetition of the word different, but oblivious as to what it meant for my school year. I sat in my desk and the scent of freshly sharpened pencils and brand new indoor sneakers filled the room. Mrs. Holash walked to the front of the room and began to speak when it all suddenly hit me, the lightbulb went off in my head. The friends I was waiting for would not be coming, I was not in a split class this year, I was the only girl in grade four. I understood now why my mom and Mrs. Holash told me it would be different, and made an effort to warn me ahead of time. This year was going to be different, but I still didn’t comprehend why these differences were going to make it challenging. I didn’t mind doing group work with the boys, and I enjoyed talking about hockey and baseball with them. The boys were my friends and included me in conversations. I didn’t need other girls in my class to feel comfortable. The first day of grade four was exciting for me, and it didn’t matter who was in my class, they were my classmates, and they were my friends.