When you're serving
in the Peace Corps, your highs are really high, and lows are really
low. One day you can love your site, love your students, and love
your Peace Corps life, and the next you can curse the day you
accepted your invitation to serve. This might sound dramatic
(because it is a little dramatic) but really, Peace Corps life isn't
easy. You're faced with situations on the daily that the typical
American couldn't fathom. You're put out of your comfort zone and
forced to make the uncomfortable work for you for your 27 months of
service. Some days it doesn't seem worth it. It seems like no
matter how hard you try you won't make a difference. Then there are
the days that make you realize that it isn't a hopeless cause; that
you can truly change lives.
Since arriving in
Mozambique I've had some difficult times. Yesterday was one of those
times. I planned an activity for my classes. We were learning about
exponencials and transformations to the graphs of exponencial
functions last week, so I wrote out a different transformation on
slips of paper, broke the class into groups, and told them to write
out a table and graph the function they got. Later they would have
to get up in front of the class and explain why their transformation
affected the original graph (that I made as an example) the way it
did. Sounds simple enough, right? WRONG. I started the day in my
worst turma. I did my explanation, passed out the slips of paper and
blank paper to draw the graph on, and got about 60 blank stares
followed by: “But teacherrrrrrr, we don't know how to do this.”
“Teacherrrr, this custa (this
costs...basically, it's hard).” “Teacherrrr, we can't do this.”
And when 60 kids are complaining and whining at the same time, it's
enough to make a person that already has a headache (aka me in this
situation) give up. I promptly told them that they could do it and I
would do an example for them. They accepted that as an answer
temporarily and we started to do the example. I explained to them how
they had to put the values for x from the table into the equation and
solve for y...yes...that was a necessary part of the explanation.
The biggest problem came when the students were helping me work out
the problem after we put x into the equation. The students didn't
know how to multiply fractions. Not one student in the class of 60
could tell me how to do it. I stared at them blankly and asked them
“seriously?” And one of the students had the nerve to say,
“Teacher, we've never done this!”
So
that's when I got upset beyond belief, considering last trimester we
were multiplying rational expressions, which I introduced to them by
reviewing how to multiply fractions. I stared at them. They were
all talking amongst themselves. No one was paying attention to me. I
slowly walked over, gathered up my stuff, and walked out of the
classroom. It was about 20 minutes into the 90 minute class period.
I walked over to see if any of the Pedagogical Directors were in
their office, but no one was there. So I leaned up against a tree in
the middle of the schoolyard and thought of the million other things
I could be doing with my life besides spending 27 months of it living
in Mozambique trying to teach unmotivated kids 11th
grade math when they don't know the 8th
grade material. About 5 minutes after I left, 4 girls from the turma
I left came over to me, apologized for the turma, and told me to come
back to class. I asked them why I should come back to class when
they don't want to learn and they don't listen to me. They begged
and pleaded and tried to defend themselves, but I wasn't having it.
I let them take my stuff back into the classroom and said I would
come back in a little bit, but I told them they had to do the
assignment without my help. They begrudgingly went back into the
classroom. I sat under the tree for another forty five minutes,
pondering my life decisions, called a fellow PCV to have a break
down, and answered a few student's questions that cared enough to
come out to my tree to get some math help.
Eventually
I went back into the classroom, helped a few students, and a short 15
minutes later, the class period was over. I didn't address the class
as a group any more that day. I really didn't know what to say. I
still don't. I'm gonna have to figure that out before I go in to the
classroom tomorrow. One of the worst parts about the whole ordeal is
that it was my first 90 minute class of three, all using the same
lesson plan. So I repeated the activity in my other two turmas. The
other turmas didn't do any complaining. I gave them examples, went
around and explained to each group what they were doing, and they
knew how to multiply fractions. Forward progress. The activity
didn't go over as well as I hoped it would in any class, but it went
better in my other turmas, so I'll take it. Can't be too picky after
a disaster like I had in my first class.
Looking
back to yesterday, I'm glad I left the class. I think it may have
taught the students in my undisciplined turma that I'm not just going
to sit around and let them treat me like dirt. I still don't know
what I'm going to do about the fact that they don't know how to
multiply fractions (and many other fundamental math concepts), but
I'll figure that out as I go, I guess.
In
the Peace Corps, the bad days are inevitable, but with the bad also
come the good. And if you're lucky, the good outweigh the bad. I
definitely feel blessed to be in Messica and to have a great support
system both in Mozambique and at home. My good days do outweigh the
bad, but unfortunately the bad ones creep in and mess with me. I'm
looking forward to my next extraordinarily good day when I realize
that my service is not all for naught. I'm sure it will come.
That's why it's worth it...for those good days, for the students that
want to be in school, for the students that come over for math help,
for the students that ask for extra problems to do, and the students
who turn in the Sudoku problem I gave them for fun. It is worth it.
Sometimes that's just clouded by a low low. Thanks to everyone who
helped me put that in perspective yesterday.
Oh, Anna... I hate those days. You describe it so accurately. <3 Remember, if you ever want to vent, that's what I'm here for!
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