Out of the Institution

Institute is finally over. For our last day, we had a writing celebration for our class and each student presented their non-fiction book. Sabrina illustrated her book about schools. She taught us about the different types of schools in New York City. In her "about the author" section, she encouraged all of us to try school out because we might like it too! I will miss students like Sabrina. She always helped others, worked hard, respected her peers, and had a smile on her face. Her grandmother and little sister came to hear her read her book on the last day of school. Sabrina's eyes lit up when they walked into the room, and she was all smiles as she read her book aloud to the class.

Each student worked so hard on their books! Some of them even asked if they could take them home to work on them. Students asking for homework at Public School 86! Ms. Tybinka and I were truly lucky to have such a wonderful class. Here is a picture of everyone with their books.

I love the different personalities that come in a classroom. From math wizards to students who have an opinion on EVERYTHING, we had a classroom culture that invited everyone to speak, to work hard, and to enjoy in each other's achievements.


Institute gave us a crash course on how to become a teacher. All I know is that I have long way to go. One day, I walked around my classroom checking on individual students. One of my students, always had a smile on his face and acted like he understood. Immigrating from Yugoslavia a year earlier, he did a great job at answering verbally to my questions during the lesson. I thought he understood the concepts and how to do the assignment. My advisor had been pushing us to give students books that were on their reading level. Thinking most of my kids were near the same 4-5 grade level, I created a worksheet that I believed was on each student's level. As I checked on this particular student, he had already written an answer. I asked him, "How did you get this answer?"

He just smiled. I noticed it was wrong, so I said,"Will you read the question for me?"

As he began to read, he struggled with pronouncing the different letters and making words out of the sounds. He could not read it! It really hit me that I was not doing my job because I expected him to read at a fifth grade level when he was reading on a first grade level! Even though he acted like he understood, his literacy ability hindered him from truly mastering the concepts. I realized I need to know the needs of my students before I can help them achieve high expectations.

I have a long ways to go!

Institute seems like a blur. We are out of the St. John's/ TFA bubble. I will not miss the school bus that picked us up in the crisp morning air, and dropped us off after we peeled ourselves from the sweaty, sticky seats. I will miss walking five flights of stairs to PS 86 room 504 and witnessing fifteen of the brightest minds in the Bronx at work.

My favorite educators loved what they taught and helped me love the subject too. Who inspired/influenced you?

telephone

Greetings from room 604 of Da Silva Hall, St. John's University, Jamaica, New York. I sleep on the top bunk of a three person bedroom. My suite had eight people at the beginning, but now we only have seven. Some say that we are the all-american Teach for America corp suite. My suitemates are Greek-Chinese,Palestinian-American, African American, Anglo-Saxon heritage, Japanese American etc.

Each day, we get up around five, shower, go to breakfast, and load the bus by 6:15 am. My school is PS 86 located in the Bronx and one of the largest schools in New York. I work in the best 5th grade classroom ever. The first day of school, we asked them what they wanted to be when they grew up. One girl stated, "I want to be a teacher." My eyes welled up as she continued telling us that she like to help other people learn. Another wanted to be a policeman so he could help out people in trouble and another wanted to be a "flight attender" (I thought she meant a flight attendant, but she was adamant that she wanted to be a flight attender. So, flight attender she is.)

I am in week four of institute. Institute is our training ground for our classroom. At times, it feels like the MTC- minus the abundance of the spirit and nylons. :) We have a rigorous schedule of curriculum training meetings, teaching in the classroom, getting feedback on our lesson, and other meetings that tell us why we Teach for America.

Our classrom once had four teachers - a four person collaborative. Two of them are now happier in Washington, DC and Oregon. I miss them a great deal. But I am also enjoying the time with my other collab partner. Our collaboratives meet with other collaborates in a group, and we are under the wing of a corp member advisor (cma), her name is Mia Hood, who did her TFA experience in New Orleans.

I am expanding my horizons on multiple levels, and trying to get out of my social misfit-ism. Hopefully, I will get used to things. I know the first post of the blog is supposed to be profound, but if I wait for that time, then I do not think I will ever post anything! :)

I am grateful for all of the love and support of family friends. In one of our literacy sections, we talked about the word telephone." tele" meaning distant, and "phone" meaning voice. So, here is my telephone entry. I would love to hear all of your updates, comments, and such. Thanks for enduring my stream of consciousness.