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Name:  Mandie Robertson-Victor
Marking Period: First Quarter

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Science



75
Mandie tries hard in this area even though it is not a strength. Rather than joining in the obnoxious behavior, Mandie tries to help the first-year teacher with suggestions about how to have better classroom management. Unfortunately, Mandie continues to question things that are none of her business such as why so many students failed the class.


Social Studies



98
It is no surprise that Mandie is doing well in this class after all it is SOCIAL studies. If Mandie does anything well, it is being social. Every morning she stands in the hallway greeting everyone with a “Good Morning” and a smile. Other students have started to pick up on this and have begun to mimic her.  If she were a little less social, she might be able to get a bit of her own work done.


Math



86
Mandie knows how to play the number game. Whether getting the most copies of books with limited funds or finding ways to take the class on a field trip, she is adept and does it well. She would improve in the area of Math if she would buy into the concept of grading a bit more and not let it bother her when only one student in 26 makes the honor roll.


Language Arts






95
Mandie does well in this class. When reading aloud, it is with expression and the entire class becomes entranced listening to her, as if jumping into the story. She spends much of her time writing. Oftentimes, it is writing to students. Many journals have begun to be passed back and forth on a daily basis. Many of these students are not even in her class. While what she is doing in the area of reading and writing is good, there is still room for improvement.

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