Over the summer while we were on our five week or so break from Clark I took a course to obtain my licensure in English as a Second Language and as much of a pain it was to go in every Saturday from 8 to 330 and Wednesdays and Thursdays from 4 to 6 I actually fell in love with ESL as a subject matter and ended up passing my ESL MTEL which I took in July. Naturally after passing this MTEL ESL and ELL's were on my mind as I began my practicum at Sullivan that is where I met Bao. Bao is a student in one of my World Civilizations classes who arrived here from Vietnam at the end of last year who can only say, "I don't know” in English. I've made it one of my goals this year to do as much as I can to help out Bao, but at times it has become extremely difficult for me trying to communicate with him and I've become very frustrated. I have taken some steps in the right direction however such as having a teacher who speaks Vietnamese translate a message from my mentor teacher and I to Bao, having him watch YouTube videos to help him visualize what is going on, and having him draw what he is trying to express in class so that we can check for his comprehension.
Still, Bao is unfairly excluded from many classroom activities because of his inability to comprehend the language. Friday when my mentor teacher asked our students to retrieve definitions from the book Bao was able to find the page, but when he got to it he had no idea of what to do. I couldn't stand by again and not at least improve his language acquisition so I sprung into action and made my way to his desk where I looked at him and he shrugged to indicate his confusion. I stood there for several seconds unsure of what to do and then pointed to the list of words in the book and simulated the task of writing with my hand, this was a gamble because I didn't know if he would understand what I was trying to show him, but sure shootin' he began to write down the list of words. Success! I proclaimed, but I couldn't celebrate for too long because once he finished copying the words he again shrugged at me unsure of what to do now. I made my way back to his desk and flipped to the first word on his list in the glossary and read it and the definition then copied down the definition on his paper; he nodded his head so I flipped to the next word on his list and handed him the pencil and watched as he attempted to sound out the word and copied down the definition.
It is moments like this where I remember why I want to be a teacher. Watching the transformation of a student and seeing them do something you've never seen them do before that's where the payoff is. I know Bao still has a long way to go towards actually comprehending what he has written down and being able to use those words freely in conversation, but the fact that I can see he is on his way makes it all worth it.
Unfortunately this week at Sullivan despite Bao's breakthrough everything wasn't sunshine and lollipops as I was struggling with my starter questions. Starter questions are our gateway into class each and every day in room 303 serving primarily as a comprehension check of the previous day's concept or a window into what we'll be doing in class that particular day. As it was my idea to have these be a daily routine my mentor teacher has given me the responsibility of developing these questions and using them with the students, which I love, but this week something didn't feel right. My kids seemed to be getting confused by my questions and disinterested in completing them.
Seeing that something wasn't going right I invited my friends Ann and Erin to observe me and help me figure it out. After doing the starter we sat down for a conversation and both pointed out I was very confident in what I was saying. They were right, how could the kids get excited about something that even I wasn't getting excited about?! The other major incongruity they pointed out to me was that my starter lacked a connection the student's could make with their own lives. As Ann noticed after reading my journals the students’ responses were much richer when they were able to connect the concept with something that was familiar to them.
I spent a lot of time that day reflecting on what the two of them had said and decided the best way to correct these issues was to see them for myself, so the next day I brought in a video camera and watched myself do the starters. Two things I noticed, one I hate the sound of my own voice, and two my friends were absolutely right. With my first class I wasn't very confident in my starter and my students were lethargic and easily distracted while they were working in their journals. I watched the video right after the starter was completed and decided enough was enough and even though I still wasn't one hundred percent confident in my starter I acted like I was and the kids came up with tremendous answers and because of the way I worded my starter were able to make some beautiful connections to their personal lives. I still have a long way to go in terms of developing the best starters I can, but you know what now I think I'm up for the challenge.
Still, Bao is unfairly excluded from many classroom activities because of his inability to comprehend the language. Friday when my mentor teacher asked our students to retrieve definitions from the book Bao was able to find the page, but when he got to it he had no idea of what to do. I couldn't stand by again and not at least improve his language acquisition so I sprung into action and made my way to his desk where I looked at him and he shrugged to indicate his confusion. I stood there for several seconds unsure of what to do and then pointed to the list of words in the book and simulated the task of writing with my hand, this was a gamble because I didn't know if he would understand what I was trying to show him, but sure shootin' he began to write down the list of words. Success! I proclaimed, but I couldn't celebrate for too long because once he finished copying the words he again shrugged at me unsure of what to do now. I made my way back to his desk and flipped to the first word on his list in the glossary and read it and the definition then copied down the definition on his paper; he nodded his head so I flipped to the next word on his list and handed him the pencil and watched as he attempted to sound out the word and copied down the definition.
It is moments like this where I remember why I want to be a teacher. Watching the transformation of a student and seeing them do something you've never seen them do before that's where the payoff is. I know Bao still has a long way to go towards actually comprehending what he has written down and being able to use those words freely in conversation, but the fact that I can see he is on his way makes it all worth it.
Unfortunately this week at Sullivan despite Bao's breakthrough everything wasn't sunshine and lollipops as I was struggling with my starter questions. Starter questions are our gateway into class each and every day in room 303 serving primarily as a comprehension check of the previous day's concept or a window into what we'll be doing in class that particular day. As it was my idea to have these be a daily routine my mentor teacher has given me the responsibility of developing these questions and using them with the students, which I love, but this week something didn't feel right. My kids seemed to be getting confused by my questions and disinterested in completing them.
Seeing that something wasn't going right I invited my friends Ann and Erin to observe me and help me figure it out. After doing the starter we sat down for a conversation and both pointed out I was very confident in what I was saying. They were right, how could the kids get excited about something that even I wasn't getting excited about?! The other major incongruity they pointed out to me was that my starter lacked a connection the student's could make with their own lives. As Ann noticed after reading my journals the students’ responses were much richer when they were able to connect the concept with something that was familiar to them.
I spent a lot of time that day reflecting on what the two of them had said and decided the best way to correct these issues was to see them for myself, so the next day I brought in a video camera and watched myself do the starters. Two things I noticed, one I hate the sound of my own voice, and two my friends were absolutely right. With my first class I wasn't very confident in my starter and my students were lethargic and easily distracted while they were working in their journals. I watched the video right after the starter was completed and decided enough was enough and even though I still wasn't one hundred percent confident in my starter I acted like I was and the kids came up with tremendous answers and because of the way I worded my starter were able to make some beautiful connections to their personal lives. I still have a long way to go in terms of developing the best starters I can, but you know what now I think I'm up for the challenge.