The
first full week of teaching experience for my students was this past week; I
spent the majority of my time observing, meeting with the student-teachers to
reflect/give feedback, and on Thursday and Friday, I led teaching workshops for
the first year students. The first year students take a course called Becoming a Teacher, in which they learn
the basics of teaching methodology. As they are first year students, they only
have to give one full lesson and they are supposed to spend the remainder of
their time during teaching experience observing. In order to prepare them for
their full lesson, they attended all-day workshops to help them plan, prepare,
and practice. I lead workshops on lesson planning and all of my students
presented (practiced) the "Introduction to New Material" section of
the lesson on Friday, getting feedback both from me and from their classmates.
I find activities that have real-life implications (i.e. these students were
going to give the lesson the next week) to be much more meaningful. It was
great to see the growth in my students, even after two days.
There was an
incredible experience when I was observing one of my fourth year students - he
was teaching a poem to grade nine, called My
Name by Magoleng wa Selepe. The student teacher
began by introducing himself and discussing his name, and not knowing the
students' names, went around the room and renamed every learner
(silly/ridiculous names). The learners thought it was a joke, but it set the
mood for the poem that they were about to read:
My Name
Nomgqibelo
Ncamisile Mnqhibisa
Look what they
have done to my name,
the wonderful
name of my great-great-grandmother
Nomgqibelo
Ncamisile Mnqhibisa
The burly
bureaucrat was surprised
What he heard
was music to his ears
‘Wat is daai, se
nou weer?’
‘I am from Chief
Daluxo Velayigodle of Emalu Podweni
And my name is
Nomgqibelo Ncamisile Mnqhibisa.’
Messiah, help
me!
My name is
simple
And yet so
meaningful
But to this man
it is trash.
He gives me a
name
Convenient
enough to answer his whim…
I end up being
"Maria"
I…
Nomgqibelo
Ncamisile Mnqhibisa
(*Under the Apartheid government, blacks
were given "Anglo" or "Christian" names, rather than their
traditional, tribal names. The tradition still continues, with many adopting
"Anglo" names in addition to their given name*)
The
lesson was powerful not only because of the poem, but the backdrop on which it
was presented. The diverse classroom, the "new" South Africa, did not
experienced the oppressive Apartheid regime. It was powerful to hear the learner's
reactions and listen to the stories they shared about their
parents/grand-parents' struggles.
This
week I booked a trip to Victoria Falls the first (long) weekend in August with
Ben and Rob (the Pretoria Fulbrighters). We will fly into and stay in Livingstone,
Zambia and then also travel to the Zimbabwean side of the falls as well. It
will be an incredible experience.
A
relaxing weekend - spent time catching up on reading and working on a few
projects. On Sunday afternoon, I went to Marlize's Sister's house (the same
family that I went camping with a few weeks ago) for a Mother's Day lunch. It
was great to see Marlize's side of the family and we had a wonderful time (ate
traditional South African dishes - babotie, pumpkin tart, et cetera).