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College Personal

softly commanding

There is a lot of satisfaction in commanding the attention of my students, not for myself, but for them as my students. I am not teaching to hear my voice. I want them to listen, because what I say is directed to guide them. I quiet my voice, acknowledge their points of distraction, and remind them that they are only in the class for an hour twice a week (they can be distracted so many other hours of the week).

The core of my teaching philosophy is that every student has the potential to do really well. I truly, honestly, passionately believe this. They just need a perfect balance of  diligence, patience, confidence, and humbleness within themselves. As a teacher, I try my best to recognize their individual sparks, or unique potentials, to facilitating a thoughtful learning environment by accommodating the different balances of each student. Every class is a different dynamic, and every lesson differs in mood. Every student learns differently according to those variables. My favourite part of my job is witnessing the learning that happens: in the lesson itself, as well as throughout a term. It’s so fulfilling to see a student rise up to their potential, and interesting to see how they do that in response/under influence from the different dynamics and moods of each lesson.

I am so looking forward to starting my B.Ed application. Education is so important, in my opinion.

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Personal Self Discovery

(to be) inspired

I have not written anything meaningful in a few weeks. I cannot seem to put any of my thoughts down on paper. I want to share my experiences, to draw insight and reflect on them. But, I am stuck. I feel a disconnect with myself. I don’t feel like I am the same person I was in Africa, nor am I the person I was in Europe. It’s strange to think that I was there, away from home. It’s unsettling to know that I am back, I don’t know why. I wonder how much I’ve changed, if at all. It’s a little more than confusing to sort all this out. So maybe that’s why I haven’t yet bothered to really reflect on my experiences. I am more interested in shallow things like cleaning up my room, catching up on TV shows, listening to songs I missed out over the summer… though while I do these things, I am uncomfortable deep down inside because I know there’s some deep thinking I need to do to create some sort of closure for myself from this big trip away.

I have not heard the right song, or had the right conversation, yet. I don’t even know.

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Language (June 22, 2011)

Mothers must work in the gardens so they always arrive half an hour later for Hannali’s class. Students are still registering, a month later, for Steph’s Kindergarten. The reading club programs which I’ve planned for the high school students have been slowly gathering momentum, but has been held back by exams happening around this time. These are all issues which we’ve had to work with in the community context. Our programs have been slow, which perhaps goes to show that we are here to lay down groundwork and foundations rather than to simply run short- term summer programs.

Took a couple videos of Kindergarten. Students really open up when the local adults aren’t around watching. The language barrier is a lot cuter with the little kids. As Steph was going through the colours, she asked the kids, What’s Orange in Lunyole? To which the little girl Mariam kept saying, shehumanide, shehumanide!!, which we later understood to mean ‘I don’t know!’. It’s funny that she kept saying it at us, trying to get us to understand that it meant that she didn’t know. Language barriers can be so amusing, in this way. Red is eliando, orange omachungwa, It’s pretty amazing how, given an environment with someone guiding, kids have been able to piece together English and Lunyole words so quickly. It’s equally exciting for us to be picking up all these words from the children’s babbling. Green is chilagela.

Stephanie has this cute little exercise called the ‘Magic Bag’. In this bag, she puts a different object every week, and asks all the kids to take turns feeling the object inside the bag with their eyes blindfolded. This lesson the mysterious item was a bumpy lemon, monemu, that we found on our homestead, and which we squeeze onto our food each meal. It’s a bumpy, green lemon. Green lemon is monemu chilagela.

We also pick up some words from the library staff who reprimand the children now and then. Emwe! Is ‘you people’, and Ivan often says, You people, pay attention to the Teacher.

We’bale (nyo) Thank you (very much)

Shina’shino What is that?

Sago’na Look

Hena? What is it?

Na(2)ha(3)ni Now/ At this time/ At this junction

Editing the high school students’ essays, I notice a pattern among common ways of phrasing things. Language communicates a lot of their culture, especially how they see things.

Kojeyo!                                    How is there?

Huliyo!                         (reply) Here is good!

Mutiere?                                 Are you (and home) fine?

Otiere?                                    Are you fine?

Yishuha obwire? How was the night?

Wanji? Yes please?

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