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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Little Things

It's the little things that mean the most. This morning a fifth grader hugged me when she saw me. Then she said that she'd missed me over the weekend. That surprised me, because she's never been that affectionate before. It's true that one day last week I helped her work on a writing piece, but I had no idea that I had made such a strong connection with her. However, perhaps that small kindness mattered more than I thought.

Today another girl shared some concerns with me about her schoolwork. She's not even one of my students, but I met her when Nancy assessed her English level. Anyway, she told me that she has trouble getting her work done because she has to come to ELL class. She's clearly worried about it, so I mentioned her concerns to Beth, her ELL teacher.

Then there was the boy singing along happily during one of Beth's lessons this afternoon. He was in an accident in the spring, and many people have said that they're surprised he's alive. Yet there he was, singing and participating well.

It's the little things that matter most.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

A Day in the Life of a Student Teacher

7:25 AM--Arrive at school. Make a few copies. Get materials ready for classes this morning--several apples, pencils, crayons, scissors, glue, various kinds of paper, and post-it notes with the students' journal topic for the day. Then I help Nancy (my cooperating teacher) cut out pictures of the kids which she's laminated.

I talk with Mrs. Johnson, a first-grade teacher across the hall, to find out how Abdi A. is doing. He's a very recent arrival, and I'll be teaching him this morning. After our conversation, I decide to change my lesson plan a bit. I also greet Aftaba, Dalib, and Lan--the translators--when they arrive.

8:10 AM--The newest Somali family arrives for their kids' first day of school. I watch as Abdi A. takes Abdi N. by the hand and shows him where to put his backpack. I can tell that these two will be good friends. I also see Abdi N.'s teacher, Mrs. Thompson, greet him and welcome him to her classroom.

8:30 AM--The first grade students arrive for ELL (English Language Learners) class. Nancy takes most of them onto the rug and begins a unit on apples with them. Meanwhiles I sit at a table with Abdi A. and Abdi N. I show them an apple and teach them its name in English. Abdi N. teaches me that in Somali, "apple" is "tuvah". Then I teach several classroom objects--pencil, crayon, and glue. We review them a lot. Occasionally they forget the names or confuse them, but most of the time, they get them right. Abdi A. has a tendency to say "ball" instead of "apple", which amuses me. Native English speakers start out doing things like that--generalizing the word "ball" to everything round. At the end, I give them pictures of apples to color. They enjoy that, coloring enthusiastically while chatting with each other in Somali. I'm really happy with how the class went. We had fun, and I think they learned some vocabulary.

9:30 AM (or so)--The third grade students trickle in after taking a test. We chat with them for a while and then they share writing that they have done with the group.

9:45 AM--The second grade students begin to arrive. Unfortunately, they arrive in groups of 2 or 3, several minutes after each other. They're supposed to share their writing with each other, too, but I don't know whether to start or wait for the others. I finally decide to start. At first it goes okay. As the group gets bigger, they get antsy and misbehave a bit--mostly talking out of turn rather than listening to each other. Fortunately, though they're not behaving well, I keep my cool rather than getting annoyed. They continue to misbehave when Nancy takes over as lead teacher, so she reviews the rules with them. Eventually, they finally settle down and do a sorting activity with cards with pictures of spiders and insects on them.

10:15 AM--The fourth and fifth graders arrive. We all introduce ourselves, because Abdi N.'s older brother, Abdi K., is in this class. Then Nancy reads them a book about finding a good rock and tells them to bring a rock to class tomorrow. During the course of the class, students teach how to say "rock" in Bosnian, Somali, and Lingala--though I miss writing down the Lingala word.

10:45 AM--Three students leave; the others stay for some phonics and spelling work. I assign the journal topic and help two girls do several worksheets which are puzzle or game-like. When Fatuma finishes them all, I let her draw. She draws hearts and a beautiful rose. She tells me that her neck hurts because she bumped it on the playground this morning. I'm sorry to hear that, but happy that Fatuma is starting to trust me and open up to me a bit.

11:00 AM--Anne, the afternoon ELL teacher, arrives.

11:15 AM--I assess fifth grade student Saed's letter name and sound recognition, because we've noticed that he's having some trouble reading. The assessment was my idea, and I found a good one online last night. He knows most letter names and sounds, but he seems to have some trouble with vowels. I also notice during a dictation that he tends to write from right to left. This causes me to wonder if he's literate in Arabic.

11:35 AM--The phone rings. Lan answers it; it's the nurse's office calling for Aftaba. Aftaba's doing recess duty, so she's not around.

11:40 AM--Nancy returns, says that Aftaba's daughter has a broken nose. Nancy leaves to cover Aftaba's recess duty.

Noon--Lunch! I eat lunch in the teachers' room. For a few days, I've sat at a table with a guy who works in the math lab and several women in the speech and language department. I enjoy lunch and just hanging out.

12:30 & 12:50 PM--Two St. Michael's freshmen arrive to tutor ELL students. Nancy and Anne show them to their classrooms.

For the rest of the afternoon, I plan what to do next with Abdi A. and Abdi N.; Nancy and I plan for the next few days of the other classes; I share the results of my assessment of Saed and she confirms that he probably has some literacy in Arabic; and I work on the computer to prepare some materials for tomorrow morning. I also help Anne walk the kindergarten class back to their classroom. She leads them and I follow at the end of the line. Merase decides that he only has one leg, so he must hop on one foot down the hall. So he doesn't fall and hurt himself, I hold onto his hand. Otherwise, I'm quite amused to be walking down the hall beside a hopping African kindergarten student.

The highlight of my day? Abdi N. and Abdi A. had a class in the afternoon with Anne. Afterward, Abdi N. played with an alphabet puzzle. I noticed that the picture for "A" was an apple. So I said, "Abdi N., what's that?" He thought for a moment. Then he said, "Apple." I felt ridiculously proud. I taught him that, and he really learned it. :-)

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Prayer in the Public School

Apparently a new Muslim family has moved into the school district where I'm doing my student teaching. According to Islam, Muslims are supposed to pray five times a day. One of them falls during the school day, at about 1:30 PM. The father and head of this new family wants his children to be allowed to pray at that time.

My cooperating teacher consulted the principal about what to tell this parent. The problem is that all the children are in class at that time. The principal said that the two boys in elementary school can pray in the library during lunch/recess at about 12:15. The school was willing to make some accommodation but was also understandably concerned about the boys missing class. The hope is that the father will accept the time change.

What do you think about this issue/incident? What are the implications, if any, for Christians or people of other faiths in the school system?

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

What a Day. . .

Today was quite a day. I can't think of a more intense, challenging, interesting, or badly needed job than being an ESL teacher--and we haven't even started pulling kids out of their mainstream classes to teach them yet!

The day began with a kindergarten English language learner from Africa ran away from his classroom and refused to go back. He seemed more afraid than defiant to me. After all, here were all these big people--not his parents--speaking to him in a language that he wasn't fluent in, all in this really big, strange building. I think he was experiencing some serious culture shock. He finally returned to his classroom with his older brother and my cooperating teacher.

The day ended with an afterschool meeting with both my cooperating teachers (elementary--whom I'm working with now, and high school) and a professor from the college who will be supervising my student teaching. That was brief and went well.

In between those two events, a lot happened: English proficiency testing of two kids; some planning for the first day or two of teaching; a special education meeting which I thought earned the translator a medal for just following the conversation (nevermind translating it!); a discussion of the problem of child abuse (or accusations of it) among refugees; another conversation about life in refugee camps in Kenya, during which I learned that our Somali translator had to move from one camp so he wouldn't get killed.

That's not all. . . there was one more very interesting topic of conversation. I'll save that for my next post. . .