The New Class

As I wrote earlier, my new position included a new class. My currently class should come equipped with a revolving door. It is open enrollment (accepting students at any point in the year) and multilevel (from non-literate students to students who already have an intermediate level of English). To complicate it further, my students are newly arrived. When I began the class at the beginning of December, my students had all been in the country less than a month. 

Since my students are so recently arrived and do not have licenses or vehicles, our program provides transportation to the class. I got to be the lucky person to do so. So, each morning, I climb (literally) up into Moby, our older-than-me massive van, and drive to meet my students. 

I don't mind driving Moby anymore, although I was nervous the first time I tried to maneuver around the parking lot. I've gotten used to the beast that he is, and we've even ventured onto 83 today and reached speeds of up to 65 miles an hour without falling apart. We can even listen to NPR together, although I have to turn it off when my students climb in. The speakers only seem to work at the back, and I wouldn't want to deafen anyone! There seems to be an unspoken competition between my students to see who can sit in the passenger seat. I can't blame them...it reminds me of sitting on the upper deck of London buses! 

My new position unfortunately meant that I needed to surrender my old class, the one I have been teaching since July 2013. I stopped back to visit my class when I returned from the Middle East. It really brought so much joy to my heart to sneak into class and hear eruptions of excitement from my students. I got hugs and handshakes, compliments and a whispered "Teacher...do you have a boyfriend yet? No? Ok, I'll keep praying." 

I'm thankful that we've been able to keep in touch, even though I'm not their teacher anymore. I was showered with Christmas cards and Christmas presents. We're trying to find time for a "class reunion"! And last Friday, I met with one of my dear friends for coffee. Her English has improved so much. It really reflects her diligence and perseverance. She's now taking classes at a local community college, but she still comes to our English class a few days a week. She tells me that the other class is good, but our class is full of friends. Those words make me feel as though I've done my part. Life as an immigrant or a refugee can be very lonely and isolated. Everyone should have a place where they will be missed if they don't show up, someone to call if they need help, and someone to laugh with about mistakes and funny moments. I had a very unique combination of students in that class. While I don't think every class will have the same strongly developed sense of community, I hope they come close.

The Saturday Afternoon View

The pace of my life is slowing somewhat.  This week was not a good example of that, but I still enjoyed having a bit more time to get some things done!  Today, I'm starting a new weekly habit.  Although I read a lot, I find it challenging to maintain my academic reading.  To improve this, I'm planning to spend one afternoon a week at the library, either doing research to for my upcoming thesis or just to ensure that I am developing good academic habits! 

My Second Surprise Party :)

My students felt badly that they all hadn't been prepared to celebrate my birthday last week.  When I returned on Thursday to our class, they were ready to party once more!  I don't understand why everyone doesn't want my job! :)

Birthday Surprise

My "sister", my one student and friend who is my age, decided to surprise me on my last day of class before leaving for a conference.  She knew I would be away on my birthday.  CL stopped at a store on her way to class to get a cake.

She also gave me a pair of handmade slippers!  Her aunt (who is still in China) made them.  I think they are awesome!!

The best moment of all was my students singing Happy Birthday to me.  It isn't a matter of language, because their language is advanced far above the level of Happy Birthday.  I might not be able to articulate it. I felt such love and kinship and I felt so blessed to be loved and cherished by these dear people.

Proud Teacher Moment

My students amaze and impress me on a daily basis.  They are so patient with me as their teacher and they are so curious about English.  This may not always translate into fabulous English, but I'm very pleased to note visible improvements for all of my language learners.  

The student closest to my age, CL, is a gem.  She calls me her sister, which means so much to me.  She was asked to speak at my organization's Lenten Luncheon, which was focusing on the ESL program for the first time in recent years.  She was to speak for about 5 minutes, in front of approximately 80 people.  Those details alone can intimidate many people, but remember, she was also speaking in her second language, a language she knew nothing of four years ago!  She wrote her speech entirely on her own.  

We left from our ESL class to go to the luncheon.  I drove, and two other students came along to support CL. I had to laugh when I realized that I was the only non-Mandarin speaker in my car.  Although I didn't understand a word of the chatter, every now and then, English would slip into the conversation and I could get a sense of the conversation.  Then, someone would stop to translate for me so that I would feel included.  

CL was very nervous and said she couldn't eat anything for lunch until after she spoke.  Fortunately, she didn't need to wait very long.  She gave her speech and I was so proud!

She was amazing.  She made people laugh, which I told her is such a compliment when giving a speech in the USA.  She had altered her speech a bit from when she had rehearsed in front of our classroom, and her words of appreciation really humbled me.  

I have no idea if the fundraising was a success, but I certainly know that CL's speech was!  

Tales from the Classroom

I certainly enjoy teaching English.  I have wonderful students, and I'm learning a lot about teaching and the English language through the process of teaching it!

However, one thing I need to learn well is how to explain the concept of vegetarianism.  I have had multiple conversations with my students about this but it doesn't translate well into some cultures.  My Asian students understand it easily.  My Middle Eastern students…not so much.

My Egyptian students made me molokheyya,  a traditional Egyptian soup made from a green vegetable.  This is typically served with chicken.  Since I have been to Egypt, my students asked me if I had had that and I said yes.  They offered to make it for me but I told them that I don't eat chicken.  The husband looked at me with concern and asked, "You only eat it over rice?  It's better with chicken."

The next day, they brought me a container of rice and of molokheyya.  Ezzat, the husband, grinned proudly at me and said, "Since you don't eat chicken, we made it with duck."

The same couple brought me Egyptian macaroni béchamel.  Macaroni with hamburger.  I thanked them but said, "I don't eat meat."  Ezzat said reassuringly, "But it is small pieces."

Adult ESL

I can tell that ESL (English as a Second Language) is going to keep me on my toes.  All last week, I only had three students (the same three students) turn up to class.  Considering I had ten on the register, that was a little surprising.

One student told me she wouldn't be at class today because she had a doctor's appointment.  So, I planned my lesson, expecting two students.  On the way to class, another student's husband called, telling me that his wife wouldn't be at ESL class due to a hospital appointment.  I got to my location thinking I would have one, perhaps zero, students.

By nine, I had four new students who had not been in class last week, one new student added to my register because the night class wasn't fitting her work schedule, and also my one returning student from last week.  My lesson plan went out the window.  I'm not sure what is going on with the three students I have yet to meet.  I suppose that tomorrow I might have eleven students!

I sent a text to my school advisor, telling her what happened.  Her response: "Welcome to adult ESL!  It's a good thing you are flexible!" :)

In other news, tomorrow (Wednesday) will be my first day at Job #3.  I'll be working a few afternoons and evenings a week at the welcome desk of a local gym.  I have a lot of hours my first week because of orientation, so I better get back to my homework now!  I will teach from 9-11 tomorrow morning, and then work at the gym from 5-9 p.m.

First week as an ESL Teacher

I am seated on my veranda, enjoying the remaining rays of sunshine from the day.  It has been gorgeous, not really warm, but gorgeous none the less.  I've got my afternoon cup of coffee, sunglasses on, and life seems good.

Yesterday (Monday) marked the official start of my ESL career.  I've been involved in ESL for a few years now, but this is the *OFFICIAL* beginning!  Monday was my first staff meeting before the start of classes.  I went to the main offices, trying to hide the fact that I was feeling woefully unprepared for my first class.  The other teachers all seem very nice.  Four of us are new this term.  It was at this meeting that I finally found out the essentials, such as how many students I have (and their names!) and the location I was to teach at Tuesday morning!  I think I'm starting to realize that not everyone in this field feels the need to be hyper-prepared.

After the meeting, I drove back across the Susquehanna to meet with my advisor.  I am blessed with the most incredible advisor I could ask for.  She exceeds advisor and becomes mentor in so many ways.  Dr. E offered to help me by looking over my lesson plans the weekend prior.  Since said lesson plans felt so slapdash to me, I asked if I could come by her office to talk it over in person.

We didn't get right to lesson plans but had some time to chat first.  I think we connect well because we are both TCKs (Third Culture Kids) and additionally, she has raised children overseas and says that I remind her of her daughter.  Given the stories she has told me, we do sound quite similar and I think Dr. E and my mother could start a support group for mothers of Type A TCKs!

Dr. E answered my many questions about my lesson plan and how I should spend the first day of class.   It certainly helped me to feel a little more at ease, but I had some residual butterflies.  It helped to know that I have the support of my family and numerous friends!

I got to my teaching location about 45 minutes early!  I teach a site in H-burg, and I wasn't entirely certain of the location.  One of the other teachers, the one with the key!, had said she would arrive at 8:15 or so if those of us who are new wanted to look at our classrooms and have extra time to set up.  I found the building easily and she showed me to my fairly bare classroom.  Picture chairs, a table, and a whiteboard!   Thankfully, I had my own dry erase markers in my teacher kit!

Classes were to start at 9.  By 8:55, I had two students in my classroom.  I was expecting ten.  I went ahead and started my personal introduction and by 9:10, a third student had arrived.  We had changed the start date of class, and I think more students will show up tomorrow after receiving a reminder call today!

Our unit this term is "Friends and Family."  It is the perfect unit to start off with a new Beginner class, because it is all about relationships!  I took pictures of my family and used those as my introduction of myself but also to introduce the vocabulary.  If you aren't familiar with ESL, it may surprise you to hear  what "Beginner" truly means!  My vocabulary list included "mother, father, brother, sister, grandfather, grandmother, brother in law..." You get the picture!  This is a very "beginner" class.

Goodness, I already love the three students though!  We took some time to talk about their families and their backgrounds.  I can't wait to get to know them more through the course.  Two of the ladies are quite good at conversational English and not very confident in their reading ability.  The other lady is a wonderful reader but is very hesitant to speak.

After class, I had to go over to our offices to get some more textbooks for my students.  Then, a good friend took me out for lunch to celebrate a wonderful first day of teaching!  After that, my teaching continued with a few hours of homeschooling a friend's children so she could take a break.  I don't mind a few hours here and there but it solidifies for me that I love teaching adults.  I'm not meant to be an elementary teacher!

It's time for homework and tomorrow's lesson plan!  Thanks to all of you who were praying for me today!

The Weekend Reunion

This weekend has been a treat!  Two of my friends from London came from their current locations to visit!  Val and I have gotten together a number of times, but we have not seen Carmen since July 2011.

After a trip to DC to collect Cee from the airport, we made our way to my house.  Friday felt like a Saturday.  We lazed around (recovering from our late return to mine) and then ventured out to Barnes and Noble Booksellers.  After coffee and a yummy treat from the cafe, we wandered around the store for a bit.  We have a very relaxed relationship, a result of the amount of time we have spent together in the five years that I have known these girls.  We each went our own way in the store, not needing to always be together but inevitably ending up in the same departments.  Our final convergence happened in the International Travel department!

After leaving B&N and visiting two other stores, we drove across the river of an Egyptian restaurant on Paxton Street.  Sadly, we were the only patrons.  Our meal was wonderful though!  We got dessert from SweetFrog and then we went to a quaint little theatre to see Lincoln for $4.00.  Ticket prices have gone up since I was last there!  

Lincoln was very well done.  It seemed quite fitting that Cee (a Canadian) saw it in Pennsylvania, sandwiched between two of her favorite Americans.  Perhaps on our way to take Cee back to the airport today, we can stop in Gettysburg.

Yesterday was just a lazy day.  I had previously promised to pick up friends of mine at the airport, so I went to the airport once more on Saturday, but thankfully this was just to our local airport.  When I returned, my house had gained another Londoner!  Eli joined us for the rest of the day.  Our big adventure was just to leave the house to get groceries for dinner.

In the meantime, I had to decide if I would take the second course I mentioned in an earlier post.  Encouraged by wise council, I've decided just to take the one class for my next 8 week term.  The syllabus for the one course looks very daunting and it is Linguistics, which could be quite challenging.  I did well in my first course, and I want to continue to do well in this program.  

Well, I must be off to start our day!  My visitors are still sleeping but I need to get some coffee and maybe the smell of breakfast will wake them up....

Interview

Well, the interview went well, I think.

The job would only be 8 hours a week, which means I will still need a second job if I'm offered this one.  I would be teaching six hours a week and the other two hours are for preparation and classwork.  I would most likely be teaching a beginning level class, which is a challenge, but I think it could be very fun :)

Sarah, who interviewed me, said she has three other interviews scheduled.  She will let me know on Monday.  We shall see what happens!

Interview Day

In about three hours, I'll be going into my first interview for a teaching position.  This feels like a new world!  It has only been about a year since I started to think about teaching English as a profession.

I'm actually not too nervous.  I have a lot of energy though!  I started my morning with a wonderful spinach/grape/blackberry smoothie! :) I love my green smoothies.  (I balance the health benefits with a big cup of coffee and a generous dollop of creamer.)

My advisor wrote a wonderful reference letter for me to take to the interview.  Her words seem so generous.  I hope I can be the kind of teacher she sees in me.

I am so blessed.  I truly am.  I have friends in multiple countries praying for this interview.  I have a family that has helped me in so many ways through the last year, when I've been figuring my next steps.  Even after six months of joblessness, I have never gotten to the point where I've wondered what I will eat or where I will sleep.  My family has always supported me.  My friends cheer me on and advise me.

I'm continually amazed by the way God has guided my steps.  My first class in my M.Ed is almost finished.  My final project and paper are due on the 11th.  I've decided to make my final project useful.  I'm going to be writing a development plan for a TEFL course for the church my parents are working with in Mozambique.  I don't know if it is something they can implement or not, but I know the church really wants to have English classes.  Who knows? Perhaps I'll be able to take some vacation time and go to help set up a regular program in Beira.  Whatever happens, I'm so excited that my advisor is not only approves of this idea for my project but is encouraging it wholeheartedly.

We can make our plans, but the LORD determines our steps.

Proverbs 16:9

Job Interview!

At precisely 2:30 today, I got a call from an unknown number.  It was one of the two ESL jobs I applied for, calling for an interview!  I applied for this job in January.  Given their silence, despite my follow-up call to inquire, I had assumed that they were not interested in my resume.  

I have an interview Thursday at 2 p.m.!  I would really appreciate your prayers.  You can be certain I will let you know how it goes.  

This job would be ideal.  It is part time, which would benefit my studies.  Even at part time, it should be sufficient income for my needs.  It is a job teaching English to adult immigrants to the USA.  Adults are my preference to teach.  It would be wonderful to be able to learn in the classroom while I study.  

I found a new quote yesterday.  It feels very appropriate to this season of my life.  

“Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.”

-Martin Luther King, Jr

At last!

Well, friends, the day has come...I have my first day of work today!  I'm still waiting for a call about the teaching job, but in the meantime, I'm working at a local bakery.  If the teaching job works out, I will be trying to do both jobs as well as school full time! I'll be a busy girl for sure, but that's generally a good thing for me.

I continue to enjoy my first class in the M.Ed program.  I've been so encouraged by the responses of the faculty!  During the course, I have felt a bit overwhelmed because the other students are all teachers.  The flip side is that I am the one with the most cross cultural experience.  As a result, it seems to be working out quite well! 

It scarcely seems possible, but I'm already halfway through my first eight week class!  My next course is linguistics.  I took linguistics as an undergrad, but that class is a foggy memory.  I think I enjoyed it.... :) 

Well,I better be off to do some homework before work!  I am rather excited for my first day of work.  I'll let you know how it goes!

Teaching English

Life happens quickly in the USA.  I haven't had much time for writing, and I miss it.  I hope to do better at blogging in the coming weeks.

I'm now in week three of my first class in my M.Ed program.  So far...LOVING it.  I even found a local ESL (English as a Second Language) teaching job.  I've applied for it, and we shall see what the employer thinks of my resume.  The job would stretch me but it would also be fantastic experience.  My advisor for my M.Ed has even offered to help me if I need ideas for lessons.  

This week, we were tasked with creating a graphic to show the diversity of TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) Contexts.  It doesn't take much research to see that English is in demand, in a plethora of nations and situations.  

I had the advantage on this assignment.  I still appreciated seeing the other examples, but it was really special to reflect on the number of ways I've been involved in TESOL.  

Six years ago, I was in China.  I remember being stunned by the number of people who just walked up to me and wanted to speak in English.  High school students, university students, business professionals, sales associates, even national teachers of English wanted to speak with a native English speaker.  It was humbling and a little overwhelming to consider that they wanted to speak to me, a 22 year old Zimbabwean/American girl who didn't even know what she wanted to do with her life.  

And now, six years later, I feel so blessed to have had those experiences. As I flip through pictures, I have only good memories.  I don't remember all of the names, but their faces and their desire to learn are forever stored in my mind.  

It is their passion to learn that has been my motivation to do this M.ED.  English language learners who have that much passion for their studies deserve to have a well qualified teacher.  

The last ten days are flashes of memories of endless dirt coating my skin, staring children, a river crossing in a dugout canoe, African sunrises and sunsets, a pet warthog named Pumba, wall to wall people in a small brick church, mutumbu (goat intestines) and rice, and the Beira Hillbillies (I'll explain that later!).  I scribbled pages and pages in my journal as I sat on a painful reed mat in a small village in the province of Tete.  

I'll write more in the days to come, but for now, here a few glimpses.

Our dinner being prepared.  

A friend had peeled a stick of sugar cane for me to eat.  I love sugar cane, but it was challenging to eat gracefully especially with a group of twenty kids just sitting and watching me.

Dad playing with the kids.

Dugout canoe crossing the Shire River

Watching.  This is a small crowd.  At this point, the other thirty kids were off playing football.  

"primeira aula de Inglês" First English Class

Mom and I taught our first English class together on Saturday.

We set up the class very prettily, with our chairs neatly lined up, a copybook and pen in place for each student.  We had printed a page for each student with basic questions and greetings.  Many church members had been asking when we would be starting our class.  We did not know how many students to expect.

One student attended.  Incidentally, we were having the English class on his veranda!  Zacarias told us that he would announce the start of the English class on Sunday (the following day), but we had thought it had been announced that class would begin this Saturday.  We decided to chalk this up to another language snafu and teach our sole student.  Zacarias has been very eager to learn English and he delighted in having not one, but two English teachers.  

When I saw him at church the following day, he was very eager to shake my hand and say in English, "Why hello, how are you today?"  

Preparations to Teach

Mom and I ran a few errands this morning, getting some groceries and also some supplies for the sewing class.  We are suppling the women with a piece of cloth and thread and needles to get them started.  The thread and needles have come from Mom's supplies until now.  We needed to get a few more types of embroidery thread, so we returned to a little material shop.  The shop was crowded today!  It is a small shop regardless, but today it was full of a large group of Muslim women wearing abayas and niqab.  It warmed my heart to see them.  It brought back to mind the family groups visiting London in the summers.  

Once we returned home, William (a good friend of Dad's) stopped by with a few questions.  Someone visiting from the USA had given him an iPad, and he needed some help using it and changing some things on his Facebook account.  I did not expect to be "tech support" during my time here, but it has been a more frequent occurrence then I expected.  I'm glad to be able to help.  

Mom and I went for our walk, today going down to the beach.  The breeze off of the ocean was strong and cold.  The water had a rather brown look to it.  On the way home, we passed this group.  They were laughing and chattering, shouting "Olá! to get our attention.  I took this photo and showed it to them.  They giggled like it was the funniest thing in the world.

On our way back home, we stopped by the complex's pool to see how the temperature feels.  It is pretty chilly, but it still might be ok for a swim.  Although this picture doesn't show it, there are quite a few seed pods and leaves floating on the surface.  Mom warned me that the mosquitoes come out in force as soon as the sun sets.  

Next, we set ourselves to the task of lesson plans!  Mom and I are taking on a new class, one we will teach together.  Most Mozambicans do not speak English, or at least not much.  For a Mozambican to travel or work abroad, even in the surrounding countries,  English is very beneficial.  International companies starting to work here often look for employees with English qualifications.  Tomorrow will be our first English class.  Mom taught English in Zim and I have my London experiences.  Tomorrow we will teach together!  

Beneath a Flowering Mango Tree....

Mom and I just got home from a great afternoon.  Today she had her second sewing class for the ladies in the churches here.  I do not sew, therefore my role is helper and today, photographer and childcare!  Haha...

We showed up at Passagem, the church, with Louis (our translator) and his wife and baby.  About the same time, three other women arrived.  Two of the ladies had come to the previous class.  As we waited a bit for some other ladies, a lady who lives next to the church decided to join as well.  We started the class with two prior students, three new ones, and several kids.  I held the one baby for a while, but he definitely preferred his mother's lap to mine.  She used a piece of cloth to wrap him in front of her so she could nurse him and hem her material at the same time.  I was pretty impressed.

Throughout our two and half hours together, another four women arrived.  Two had been before and two were new.  Mom was great!  Some of the other women were also able to help each other, but this meant that there were some women who were ready to learn embroidery, some were still hemming their material, and some were still pinning their material prior to hemming.

Our first class had been held inside the church.  However, since there isn't electricity, it was very hard for some of the women to see what they were trying to do.  Today we moved some of the benches outside, which meant we attracted some attention from the neighborhood kids.

This little girl came to watch us first.  You can see she's pretty young herself, but she's responsible for her little sister.  She looked so serious at first.  I took her picture and showed it to her and her smile was absolutely beautiful.  Fortunately, I also had some Imperial Mints in my handbag.  I gave her one of those and she was very happy.  

After I took the first little girl's picture, word got around!  I'm not sure if it was the mints or the pictures, but I do think it was the pictures!  You should have heard the giggles when the kids would see themselves on the screen.  

I can't fully describe today.  It really was just such fun.  I love watching the women interact with each other and with Mom.  Some of the women have clearly sewed before, and their faces just light up when Mom compliments their work.  For the other women, they seem to find joy in the fact that they are learning a new skill.  It is Mom's desire that these sewing lessons can lead to some extra income for the families.  The other reason it is so much fun is because the women enjoy their time together as well.  They chat while they work and they are more than happy to help the next woman who arrives late.  

Life is really hard here.  But it is also good.  Mozambicans adore their kids, laugh at their antics, enjoy their friendships, and dream of a better life.  I'll take many fond memories with me when I leave here.  One of them will definitely be of a hot winter afternoon spent underneath a flowering mango tree, watching eight women learn the basics of embroidery.