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My formal responsibilities so far

  1. Be at the school assembly from 7:45-8:00AM, Monday through Friday.
  2. Teach three hours of art class a week to children in grades 2 and 3.
  3. Do a head count in woodshop once a day, at any time.

It’s no wonder I’m so exhausted!

All joking aside, I do spend a lot of time thinking about what do do with the art classes.  How can I use that time to re-teach simple English vocab?  How can I use that time to break down the children’s “copy from the board” habit?  Without planning it just turns into coloring time, which is fun, but not a lot of learning actually happens.

So that accounts for some time, but really you ask, what do you DO all day?

Fair question.  Between assembly and class, if there is class that day, I will often nap.  This is because it’s a pretty safe bet that I stayed up late, and I’m tired.  I might also shave.

Before I go to class I usually do the woodshop head count, which consists of carrying a thin pink book of puzzling dimensions (maybe 10×14 inches with 4 sheets of paper inside) into the woodshop, asking “is everyone here?” then leaving and writing little X’s in the book.

(The idea is for me to eventually teach and English and Math in woodshop.  Hopefully I’ll hear back on that soon.)

Each class is half an hour, and usually I start with a little review, which consists of writing the wrong thing on the board (related to the previous class), asking if it’s correct, acting dramatic when it’s not, then changing it until it’s right.  I then segue into the day’s topic by drawing something new but related on the board, getting help from the students until the drawing is complete, then letting the kids free-draw while I walk around and encourage them.  I try to change the board contents every time I do a lap—this maddens some of the kids who just want to copy, but it seems like it’s starting to sink in that they don’t need to simply copy—they can do their own thing.  I hope this will sink in more as the year goes on.

After class I go out to lunch, either at a restaurant or sometimes I pick something up at the nearby Al-Habeeb’s supermarket, then I return and have Internet Research Time until I pass out, usually far too late.  My ratio of research-to-action is very low on the action side right now.  This will improve soon, now that I’ve finished the floppy disk that I want to use in the third library computer… this finally gives the kids good things to do on all 3 monitors!  (The 4th computer doesn’t have a screen.)  I want to show myself that I can make good use of what’s here before we go and turn it into a real lab!

Sometimes in the evening I’ll go out and have some shawarma and any number of competing restaurants near Old Town, book in hand.  I’ve started reading the novels left by the previous volunteer, starting with Ray Bradbury’s  I sing the body electric!  I’ve seen Mr. Bradbury on two occasions: once in San Diego and once in Santa Monica, and I love his books that much more for it.  I haven’t finished this one yet but I highly recommend it.  The very first short story is entitled, The Kilimanjaro Device, which I found curious, this being the first book I’ve started since leaving Kilimanjaro’s shadow in Loitokitok.  Coincidence, or fate?

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I’m Mr. Blair.

“Write your name on the board,” the Class Two teacher instructs me.  She speaks pretty well, probably because she lost her hearing relatively late.  I turn around and grab a piece of chalk and am about to write “Paul” for the children to see, but I hesitate, and I write something different— “Mr. Blair.”  Somehow this formal acknowledgement of my adulthood feels uncomfortable.  I turn around again and begin my first-ever teaching job: Class Two Creative Arts.  I begin the way I’ve seen others do it— I say “Hello” multiple times, dramatically, until I have all eyes on me.  Thanks to my accidental teaching experience in Class One, I knew not to expect too much, so I start easy.  According to the text book, the children are already familiar with squares, circles, rectangles, and ovals, so I should pick it up there.  My gut told me to expect otherwise, so I thought I would use the first class to better understand the students: what are their names, and can they follow basic instructions?

I ask for a volunteer who comes to the front of the class.  I draw his face on the board with chalk, intentionally leaving out the nose and ears, and I ask the students for help.  They tell me what’s missing, I finish, and then I have a few students work together to draw my face on the board.  Having set the example, I ask the children to pair off and do the same, except in their notebooks instead of on the board.

The desk the children share is large and horseshoe-shaped, which helps ensure that all children have an unobstructed view of the teacher (sign language is inherently visual, after all).  I do laps around the giant desk and provide feedback on the drawings, and I also guide the children who clearly don’t understand.  The workbooks are new, and they have blank spaces where the children should fill out ”Name” and “Subject.”  Not all children were capable of filling both of these out.  As some children begin to complete their drawings, I have them write the name of their subject, which, as it turns out, is incredibly difficult for one pair, neither of which know their names.

So by the end, everyone basically followed the instructions, although some students also copied random text from the board, some of which was written by another teacher earlier in the day.

The pictures are, of course, amazing, as all second graders’ are, so here’s a nice photo of them for you to click on:

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That was today.  Yesterday I was given the textbook for this class and for the same subject in Class Three, which I start teaching tomorrow.  Since the textboooks took all of ten minutes to read, I spent the day yesterday completely rearranging the library.  I wish I had taken a “before” photo so you can see the improvement, but oh well, here’s the “after:”

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The photo is a bit misleading because it’s so serene— what usually happens is that kids come in and use the computers while I’m trying to install things on them, and they manage to, among other things, delete files and switch to Safe Mode.  And then they kick each other until they cry.

To combat this anarchy, I have begun a system in which children sign up on the whiteboard and only six can be in the room at a time.  This works better than the free-for-all that proceeded it, but it has a few problems:

  • The younger kids don’t understand the process.
  • Also, many of them don’t know their names, which makes it difficult to put them on the list.
  • The older kids can physically push the younger ones out of the way to ensure that they get to be on the top of the list.

Those are the problems I’m working on.

The nice thing, though, is that after the children finish their turns on the computer, they actually look at books!  More specifically, they look at pictures in books, but it’s a start.  It seems that joining in the “computer user alumni” club, all aggression disappears.  Hopefully after all 150 get a turn, it will calm down.

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Tomorrow is a new day

The strike is supposedly over, so tomorrow classes will resume and I will (presumably) find out what I’ll be doing here.  Despite what you may think from all my video game playing, I’ve been busy.  Last week I visited a fellow volunteer just across the Likoni Ferry and helped teach a computer class.  It was a vocational college, so the teachers there were not on strike.  My “help” consisted of walking around in case any of the groups had questions about the assignment, but I think I got more out of it than they did.  It was fascinating: English comprehension, both written and spoken, was terrible across the board.  There are no Deaf first graders either, these are Hearing twenty-somethings.  A few students appeared to never actually understand the assignment, which was to write a short story about a monkey and to include pictures.

In any case, it really got me thinking about Deaf Education.  Is the goal to raise the students to the level of their Hearing peers, which is to say, terrible (by my own personal educational standards)?  My own goals are loftier than that, but what to do about it?!?!?

By the way, the aforementioned assignment is not completely random.  I saw at least twenty monkeys (well, if you count the baboons, too) while I walked around the campus.  Can you spot this one in the tree?

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This weekend about twenty volunteers convened in Mombasa for a beach and bar party.  Some volunteers came on bus rides that took over eight hours, but my commute was much shorter… about fifteen minutes.  I swam in the Indian Ocean for the first time, and I must say, it was amazing.  I believe my comment at the time was something to the effect of, “I think God peed here.”  That is to say, it was quite warm.  I won’t embarrass anyone by posting pictures revealing our equatorial farmer tans, so here’s a nice wide shot from where we set down our bags to swim:

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I must say that I’m happy that classes are resuming, because I’ve been researching my brain into oblivion.  I’ve been filling up mostly on the following topics:

  • Late first language learning and intervention efficacy
  • Deaf education (and late sign language acquisition)
  • Language assessment techniques for both of the above
  • Computer games with coincidental educational qualities
  • Educational software

I am overwhelmed by the size of the challenge ahead and my reading didn’t help… it just made the hurdle look higher.  I look forward to having some more immediate challenges, so I can focus on accomplishing something tangible.  Such small tasks have already begun: On Friday and today I spent a little time in the library installing software, which, by the way, is awful–  Remember when that used to take a looooong time?  And when Windows programs would crash and you’d have to reboot?  Those days are back for me.  Anyhow, on both days kids came in and tried to use the machines.  Their excitement level is high: on one machine the Windows 3.1 painting program was a hit for the older kids, and on the other machine the younger kids just right-clicked on the Microsoft Network icon on the desktop for an hour, completely enthralled.  Not the best use of time, surely, but a good sign that they’ll use whatever I put on there.

Well, enough research and video game playing for me.  Tomorrow the real work begins… I just wish Orange hadn’t discovered the bug that was giving me free Internet… now I have to pay to download stuff again!