What is your favorite book?
My favorite book is Misty Copeland’s autobiography, "Life in Motion."
If you were a teacher, what subject would you teach?
I would teach math because I've come to appreciate the fact that there is only one right answer, but you can solve for it in ten different ways. I used to hate math, but I feel a lot better about it now thanks to great teachers and tutors.
What have you learned about yourself as a student since you started with tutoring?
I have learned that I always need to check my writing for my most common mistakes - punctuation errors, missing words, and clear sentences. I have learned that I need to take my time when I am taking tests. I have also learned that I need to write out my study guides for tests by hand and make sure not to leave my work for the last minute!
Outside of school, what do you like to do for fun?
Outside of school I love to listen to music, dance and play guitar.
How do you like to prepare for a test?
I like to prepare for test by looking back at my previous homework from that unit, and then I put all the answers into a study guide I make by hand. Then I like to have lots of time to review just in case I have additional questions.
What is your favorite word?
I don’t think I have a favorite word, but I have a most used word which is "seriously."
What is one goal, big or small, that you have for the next year?
My goal is to put 110% into everything I do!
Maia is also an incredible poet. Here is a piece of her work!
Butterflies, Bees and Flies...
Two distinguished groups, separating the once unified class, which makes each group its own whole. Sour bees and the salty flies create rifts in the seventh grade class. Cuddles or huddles. Awkward hi’s and shy goodbyes. The tension between the class is spreading like the flu, quietly and creepily.
There are the bees who feel the continuous pride when they are crowned champions. They speak their own language, when I try to chime in on the conversation, my efforts are met with silence. I only see a girl shaking her golden gumdrop ponytail side to side, signaling me to leave.
The flies are always looking for trouble - getting in people’s business and gossiping to no end. This leads to slim french fry fights and never ending rumors of horribly humiliating fake stories. The more lies the flies tell, the more trouble they stir up in their goblet of alphabet soup.
Butterflies fly wherever they wish and never have to change to fit in. That is me. The butterfly floating between groups, trying to find my place to settle. Butterflies like the peaceful quiet of a light marshmallow fluff breeze on a sunny day, and yet, it is stormy all around me.