My morning class is unchanged. Attendance is sketchy and I feel like I’ve
made little progress with the ladies. I
grow impatient with Isabel, the senior citizen, although she is the most
regular attendee. “No entiendo.” No matter what worksheet I give her or
question that I ask. Oddly, she isn’t
bad using the computer although I give her literacy materials which are less
challenging than what I do with the rest of the class.
I face fifty new beginning ESL students in the evening. All, with the exception of two Koreans, are
Hispanic. The evening class energizes me
and after three years, I feel on the cusp of effectiveness. I realize that students value routine. This
iteration of an ESL1 class commences with the projection of a painting or photo
to inspire some conversation. Norman
Rockwell is a big favorite. The painting
of the child watching the vet examine his dog.
“Is the boy happy?”
“No, is nervous. He
scared.”
What’s he wearing?”
“Blue jeans. White
and black shirt.”
“What’s that in his pocket? No idea? It’s a handkerchief.”
(writes word on board-spelled incorrectly I see here now,
thanks to spellcheck. Glad it’s level
1.)
“Before there was Kleenex…”
(mimes blowing nose)
They drift in during the picture talk. I wind up talking a bit about the artist and
some of them copy the name into a notebook.
This is followed by a quiz. I’ve
been stricter about assigning homework this term. They are assigned one or two pages from their
workbook every night. I write the
assignment on the board and also text them a photo of the book with the page
number. I compose a short quiz, based very
closely on the homework. I correct this
with a (I know unPC ) red pen and return the papers immediately after the
break. This, I hope is ameliorated by
the crude happy face that I scribble on each one. Every perfect paper (usually one or two,
maximum is five) gets applause and a tiny candy bar.
I like my textbook, which is digitally enhanced and includes
a lot of things that they can do on their phones. The worksheets are multi-level. I let the students decide which ones they
want although I give advice. I hand the
different worksheets to three students.
Each student has to approach the worksheet monitor.
“Please Juana, I’d
like an easy worksheet.”
“Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
While the questions vary in level of complexity, all of the
student answer input is the same. I
project one of the blank sheets onto the board and pass out markers for
students to write in answers. We
practice the sentences and paragraphs aloud, sometimes all together and
sometimes in small groups or pairs.”
I am fortunate to be in the largest classroom in the
school. Most of us are in bungalows
which make it impossible for students to sit around a table and work
cooperatively. One night each group is
assigned a country and given a map. They
are to use their phones to find out the capital, language spoken and population
and make a poster which includes a drawing of the flag. I give them giant poster sized Post-Its, put
out paste and markers and scissors.
Each group presents their research to the rest of the class. We practice saying numbers in the millions
except for Greenland, which surprisingly has only 56,000 residents. The Italy
group has written “Roma” instead of “Rome” and I bust them for ignoring my
admonishment to switch their phones to English, at least during class.
Another night they have to introduce their groupmates to the
class.
His name is Oswaldo.
He’s from Honduras.
His favorite color is purple.
His favorite food is Chinese.
He has four brothers and no sisters.
(Say “no” instead of “’zero’ brothers and sisters.”)
Three weeks in and I’ve already administered two mandatory
tests. This week we will be fulfilling
our civics obligation, by preparing students for a badly designed test about
The Census. The Adult Division has
Census madness. We are given fat, badly
designed teacher’s manuals and each student is given a fat, badly designed
workbook. The test itself is confusing
and culminates with the teacher pretending to be a Census enumerator, using a
script that’s provided. One line of dialogue
is “blah, blah, blah.” The student is
evaluated based on whether she is able to ask for clarification. The tests are to be administered before the
end of February and will likely be long forgotten by the students when they
actually receive their Census forms in April.
It is important to assure the students that the Census
results are confidential. In these days
when so many legal norms are being trashed, I hope that it’s truly the
case. I will teach them about counting
and allotting and explain how public projects and services are funded and how
legislative representation is determined by the Census. We will have a Census kiosk on campus. Instead of felling a forest to create crappy
materials we could simply make sure that each of our students understand the
rudiments and that all of their households are in compliance. The Census comes
around every ten years. It is available
in every language under the sun. The
materials we’ve been provided would take months to teach and would unlikely
result in much better test results. I
would rather spend my precious class time on more practical language objectives
instead.
I’ve gotten Himself hooked on the video game style teaching
platform called Kahoot, essentially a quiz that they can answer competitively
on their phones. Every class I’ve had
adores these, but I can only manage one about once a week. They take some time to design and also, there
are always a couple of students who have trouble logging into the application,
and I have to allow around 45 minutes for the whole shebang. This week we are learning prepositions, so I
use wacky animal pictures. A cat,
lounging in a shower cap with floating slices of cucumber is in
the bathtub. The (pre PETA) elephant is on the box. The cat is under
the chair. One of the incorrect answer
choices, “This cat is smarter than the teacher,” is selected by a couple of the
students.
I still make them talk to me one-on-one every night before
they leave.
“What’s your favorite TV show? “
“Novelas.”
“News”
“Soccer”
“Dora the Explorer”
“The Big Bang Theory”
“David Attenborough’s Life on Earth”
Federico, from last semester is an aficionado of Narcos and
Forensic Files. I’m hoping that one of
the new students might be as eager for the new seasons of both shows as I am. Former student Jose has a sophisticated taste
in music, and I’d like to know that he thinks about the new Thom York. So far there’s been no special bonding this
semester but as I steer them more and more towards self-discovery, I’ll do a
bit of discovery myself and am likely to come up with some kindred
spiritedness.
Himself and I are pretty much we are numb to all of our
seething resentments. I navigate around
his dislike of social events and aversion to parting with even the slightest
physical object. He keeps his mouth shut
about my smoking and general fussiness.
This week however there is a flash of spat and I am told, with genuine
irritation, to give it a break with the election. The optimism fomented by the mid-terms has
worn off and despite my efforts to distract myself, except when teaching, I am
always fretting about the coming election. In 2018 it felt like the nightmare
would be over, come 2021, but I am despondent and panicked that this might not
be the case.
As both children are all in-with money and sweat equity-for
Bernie, to honor this, and their future, I’ve promised my vote. And then regretted it. And then didn’t regret it. And then thought Amy Klobuchar might have
what it takes. But Mayor Pete is so nice
to listen to and he’s got the Christian/veteran thing going. And then Elizabeth Warren, Phoenix-like gets
Bloomburg bullseye in the cajones. Maybe
we should just bite the bullet and go with Bloomberg’s money. Perhaps Obama going all out for Biden will
seal the deal. “Who can win? Who can win?” the ceaseless mantra. The aggregate
of all of the negative things that every single candidate has done in her or
his whole life pales in the light of a single day of the current White House
resident’s malfeasance.
Given the prospect of four more years we do both agree that
hightailing it requires serious consideration.
Ecuador. We pour over ex-pat
boards and videos. Prices are low. There’s good medical care. We wouldn’t have to work so hard, if at
all. But, what about our kids? Our friends?
Our pets? Our stuff? Consideration of the amount of effort
required to effectuate the move to another country exhausts me, but the thought
of continuing to watch my country descend further and further into cruelty and
ignorance is unbearable. I wish Michelle Obama were running.
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