Sometimes, I guess, it takes a while for one to reflect on a life changing experience. My experiences in Uganda were both the best and the worst of my life. Even with preparation, or so I thought, I was amazed, truly amazed by the simultaneous feelings of the foreign and acknowledgment of the same. I did not think that I was going to Uganda to "change the natives," so to speak, but I was aware of some of these ideas cropping up as I began to talk with teachers and interact with locals and missionaries in the Bugabo Village.
My stay there was short. The people and community was beautiful. Sure there are problems: unclean drinking water, health issues, poverty. However, I came away with a profound sense that these people are just fine under God's sun. In fact, the thing that bothered me most was the fear that the people had about discussing their native beliefs. These are considered Witchcraft.
My primary educational concern was that the formative years of education are totally instructed in English, the official language of Uganda. However, without a connection of education to traditional culture, I feel that valuable assets are lost including a healthy sense of self-identity. I expressed some of these feelings to the US missionaries there and was met hostility and resistance.
Upon arriving at Teachers and Tour Sojourner (TATS), I was able to teach classes to many different age groups and disciplines. This experience opened my eyes to the desire for education in the country and there belief that education is power. Only gaining their independence in the late 1960's from Britain, the educational system is chaotic without many organizational or structures to assure a quality education in being given. For me, FLEXIBILITY was the key. At one University, I had gone prepared to talk about Educational Philosophy to group of second year students; however, I ended up on the grass outside, where many classes are taught because the power was off that day, which is typical of Uganda. The class was comprised of students of a disciplines, so I had to regroup and quickly. Taking a lesson on Educational Motivation, I modified it for motivation in general. The students asked questions and were eager to learn.
One barrier that I experienced in all my teaching experiences was my strong southern accent. I learned quickly to speak slowly, rephrase what I was saying, and to open the door for them to slow me down and ask me to repeat if they did not understand something.
They were without books, paper, pencils. Basic supplies. So, I put them into pairs for role playing to reinforce the lesson.
This was the most challenging teaching event of my life. It is hard to summarize the affect that it had on me as an educator. I am working on putting this into words, and I will when they come clearly.
As for what I learned about being a a Master Teacher. She is flexible, secure in their content area and able to adapt content to many different situations. She can apply many classroom management techniques and can adjust those to best suit students and situations as they change.
“Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand.”
Monday, April 18, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
#1 - #10 (The Teacher As Student)
In Maslow's levels of the five basic needs, the person does not feel the second need until the demands of the first have been satisfied, nor the third until the second has been satisfied, and so on. Maslow's basic needs are as follows:
from Psychology - The Search for Understanding
by Janet A. Simons, Donald B. Irwin and Beverly A. Drinnien West Publishing Company, New York, 1987 |
Sunday, February 20, 2011
I Am Not Thy Master
So, as I work on my Dispositions Assignment for my final class in the Master's Degree Program in Education, Language Arts at Auburn University at Montgomery, I am seriously contemplating what makes a "Master Teacher." Does planning, knowledge, integration, standards, and measurements make a Master Teacher? I searched on the web and found many different ideas about defining the Master Teacher. Of course, I have an idea about what I think one should be, but I wanted to survey other's opinions.
The first hit in my search list was for the Five Core Propositions that define National Board Certified Teachers. I see that these are well aligned with the Dispositions that I am having to write about for Practicum. However, I wanted to get some less "rigid" definitions in the words of real every-day teachers. I came across an article by George Corous called "What Makes a Master Teacher?" He spells it out simply and covers each of the more hardened propositions with simplicity.
Right now, I am seeking simplicity. A quieting of the intellect in search of a connection with teaching that goes beyond everything that I have learned in books. I know the verbiage. How to spell out what I "would" do in different teaching situations and in application of all my knowledge, but this exploration is not about that.
Africa is not about knowledge. It is about faith, and humility, and the recognition that a Master Teacher should be much like a Zen Master, never giving answers, but directing those who look to him for guidance towards self-discovery. I am exploring this, in preparation for my teaching opportunities at Makarere University and in Bugabo.
Zen Koan on Study:
EVERYDAY LIFE IS THE PATH
Joshu asked Nansen: `What is the path?'
Nansen said: `Everyday life is the path.'
Joshu asked: `Can it be studied?'
Nansen said: `If you try to study, you will be far away from it.'
Joshu asked: `If I do not study, how can I know it is the path?'
Nansen said: `The path does not belong to the perception world, neither does it belong to the nonperception world. Cognition is a delusion and noncognition is senseless. If you want to reach the true path beyond doubt, place yourself in the same freedom as sky. You name it neither good nor not-good.'
Underlined and italics portion is mine. This really makes me think. Who is the Master? I have much knowledge, but I am not thy master.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Why Can't I Get Okot p'Bitek for My Kindle?
The most influential African writer of the 20th Century? (Some say.) I searched for him on my Kindle, and I found nothing. Then, I went directly to Amazon, and most of his books are out-of-print. I am questioning the logic of this. I want to read African Religions in European Scholarship, but it is very expensive used. I want to read the first of his poems before he came to the States.
He studied, wrote, and taught at prestigious Universities around the world. His books are out-of-print? I am questioning this. Frustrating for my studies. Sad for the world.
He studied, wrote, and taught at prestigious Universities around the world. His books are out-of-print? I am questioning this. Frustrating for my studies. Sad for the world.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Rage and Hope: The Paradox of Feelings in Education
My whole life I have had periods where I felt like the person on the other end of the phone line in old Charlie Brown Cartoons, "Blah, Bla, blah, bLah, bla, BLAHHH!" Talking just to hear myself talk, understood by no one. So, I am listening...practicing listening. This time listening to advice from SIFAT and re-studying Paulo Freire.
This explains why. Taken from a beautiful website: RAGE AND HOPE. Read the excerpt below, and if you like it, follow the link to learn more.
Quote:
Paulo Freire felt that for the learner to move from object to Subject, he or she needed to be involved in dialogical action with the teacher. Dialogic action has two basic dimensions, reflection and action.
Action + Reflection = word = work = praxis
Action without Reflection = activism (acting without thinking)
Reflection without Action = verbalism = "blah" (Freire, 1998b, p.68)
Verbalism is an empty word, word without action, and transformation cannot happen with action. Transformation is also impossible with activism, because without reflection, there can be no commitment to transformation, it is empty action. With action and reflection you get praxis, which enables transformation to take place.
Dialogue cannot exist without humility. You cannot dialogue if you place yourself above another, seeing yourself as the owner of truth.
Dialogue requires faith in humanity. "Faith is an a priori requirement for dialogue. Founding itself upon love, humility and faith, dialogue becomes a horizontal relationship of which mutual trust between the dialoguers is the logical consequence"(p.71).
Dialogue requires hope in order to exist. "Hopelessness is a form of silence, of denying the world and fleeing from it"(p.72).
"Dialogue cannot exist unless the dialoguers engage in critical thinking"(p.73).
"Without dialogue there is no communication, and without communication, there can be no true education"(p.73).
Thursday, February 3, 2011
SHUT UP BRACELET? GOT ONE I CAN BORROW?
So, this is the theme of my journey, learning to listen, really listen. Going over my flight plans with George last night, a very good friend from Uganda, and he began to laugh hysterically. I really wish you could hear George laugh, this mixture of British and Luganda, plus just a taste of Alabama. I was asking about the airport, transportation, money conversion, my work with Teacher and Tour Sojourners, he and Christie's plans to stay in Kampala, things to bring, not to bring, happenings in the village.
George laughs out loud in the middle of my ranting. Then he gets this high-pitched voice, and says, "Lisa, Lisa. Just stop it. You have never had anyone take care of you before have you?" I had to stop and think. Of course, I have, but not for a very long time.
"You will be a guest here. I will pick you up from the airport. I will get you where you want to go. I will help you decide where it is you want to go. I will learn with you as you lecture at the University. I will carry you through until you step back on the plane. End of story. You go too fast. Do not talk so much."
Why have so many people been telling me not to talk? Am I getting the message? I told a friend that I needed "Work In Progress" tattooed across my forehead, but I really think I need "Shut up!" tattooed across my hands. I tend to wave them in from of me when I am talking, and I would see that instruction and possible heed my own advice. I really won't get a tattoo, but I need something to wear on my wrist to remind me of my purpose. Anyone have a "Shut Up" bracelet they can loan me for just a few weeks?
George laughs out loud in the middle of my ranting. Then he gets this high-pitched voice, and says, "Lisa, Lisa. Just stop it. You have never had anyone take care of you before have you?" I had to stop and think. Of course, I have, but not for a very long time.
"You will be a guest here. I will pick you up from the airport. I will get you where you want to go. I will help you decide where it is you want to go. I will learn with you as you lecture at the University. I will carry you through until you step back on the plane. End of story. You go too fast. Do not talk so much."
Why have so many people been telling me not to talk? Am I getting the message? I told a friend that I needed "Work In Progress" tattooed across my forehead, but I really think I need "Shut up!" tattooed across my hands. I tend to wave them in from of me when I am talking, and I would see that instruction and possible heed my own advice. I really won't get a tattoo, but I need something to wear on my wrist to remind me of my purpose. Anyone have a "Shut Up" bracelet they can loan me for just a few weeks?
Thursday, January 27, 2011
THESE THINGS ARE IMPORTANT BECAUSE THEY ARE USEFUL. WE DO NOT ADMIRE WHAT WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND.
-- by Marianne Moore |
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
YOU CAN NOT TALK AND REALLY HEAR THE MUSIC.
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Meet Akram Sebakijje. He is 10 years old and lives with his mother, 2 brothers, and 4 sisters. He wants to be a teacher when he grows up. |
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Meet Alice Nabakabya. She is 8 years old and lives with her father, 4 brothers, and sister. She wants to be a pilot when she grows up. |
Dr. Alexander and I met today for my practicum project advising session. What can I say about such a positive experience? "Soft guidance," the feeling of a steamy rain (one of my favorite things, as you know), comes to mind. I was worried that wanting to carry my Practicum into my experience in Uganda in March would be met with the kind of stern resistance that my family had displayed when the subject first came up. However, I had forgotten that Dr. Alexander's first teaching post was on a Navajo Reservation. She listened intently, leaning forward in her chair, receptive to every word, giving feedback, and offering suggestions for enhancing my ideas; however, she did not confine them. The only pointed advice for my interaction with other teachers while in Bugabo, Uganda (the village where I hope to train teachers in the future) that she gave was this, "Talk less. Listen more." It made more sense than anything anyone has told me thus far. I hope that in doing so I can create the kind of symphony of friends and colleagues that will make lovely music, blending from the diverse and unimaginable sounds of Africa and the cacophony of American discography that breathes inside this skin. "Talk less. Listen more." Then, you will hear the music. |
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