I
arrived at Central Fall’s High School earlier last week, on Thursday. That day I had decided that I would stay for
the entirety of the school day and make my keen observation within the
livelihood of the educators and students of this public educational
institution. I met with Dr. Buddy Comet
who courteously toured me through the English department of Central Fall’s High
School. For that day, I would only need
to memorize three routes—I was assigned four classrooms, with two of them being
adjacent to one other. As I met with
each instructor, I was greeted with a warm but authoritative presence, wished
good luck on my journey, and explicitly told that I was lucky to have a diverse
array of classes to observe.
The
first
period bell rang and I was on course and seated in Mr. K’s 9th grade inclusion class (a class composed of students with IEPs and those without). The students pile in, talking amongst each other about winter break and their lack of interest to partake in any further academic activities. To this I thought, “Well, yes. I would be on the same boat figuring that vacation was near. But I want to at least take something away from school before I leave.” I continued to scan the classroom and happened upon numerous posters plastered on the walls. “Weekly Vocabulary Words: What do YOU want to know?” “Quotes to remember.” “The Five Key Essentials to a Story.” “The Four Conflicts of a Story.” As Mr. K finished his attendance, I turned to him and asked who created all those posters. He admitted to the idea having been conceived by the English Department as a part of Central Fall High School’s curriculum, but he stressed it was in fact the students who were in charge of what was being placed on the posters. This was an excellent but scary idea, I thought. The power of learning was led by the educator, Mr. K, but the information was being produced and processed by the students.
period bell rang and I was on course and seated in Mr. K’s 9th grade inclusion class (a class composed of students with IEPs and those without). The students pile in, talking amongst each other about winter break and their lack of interest to partake in any further academic activities. To this I thought, “Well, yes. I would be on the same boat figuring that vacation was near. But I want to at least take something away from school before I leave.” I continued to scan the classroom and happened upon numerous posters plastered on the walls. “Weekly Vocabulary Words: What do YOU want to know?” “Quotes to remember.” “The Five Key Essentials to a Story.” “The Four Conflicts of a Story.” As Mr. K finished his attendance, I turned to him and asked who created all those posters. He admitted to the idea having been conceived by the English Department as a part of Central Fall High School’s curriculum, but he stressed it was in fact the students who were in charge of what was being placed on the posters. This was an excellent but scary idea, I thought. The power of learning was led by the educator, Mr. K, but the information was being produced and processed by the students.
When
class officially began, students were readily reading silently for what seemed
to be ten minutes. While there were some
students who preferred to talk amongst themselves, Mr. K made sure to throw a
suggestion, such as “How was your football game? You want to do better next
time by reading about those athletic characters, right?” or “What about those news
stories overseas; wouldn’t you want to find out what happened this morning?”,
which enticed the students to eagerly gather themselves and indulge in their
reading materials. It was a quick
exchange, but Mr. K had a great sense of direction with where he wanted his
class to go during the prelude phase to his lesson.
As the ten minutes
came to a close, all the students were handed an article on women in the Middle
East. Where I thought they would be more
than confused with the sudden thrust of the article some of the students
surprised me as they recalled being given a similar story to read during the
beginning of the month. Mr. K called
upon the students one-by-one to read the article aloud, and had immediate
engagement from the back of the classroom about how they perceived the living
conditions of women in the Middle East versus women in America. The students in the front of the class were
quiet and looked rather puzzled at the analysis of the text as the period moved
forward. But once again, Mr. K with his
full understanding and control of the lesson took those few students who were
struggling to comprehend the text and brought the text to them. He negotiated their livelihoods on school
sports and extracurricular activity with the inability of the women in the
Middle East to having those same privileges.
And slowly, one-by-one, those students in the front were able to grasp
the concept of his lesson: investigate, compare, contrast, and negotiate.
The bell rang and Mr.
K pulled me aside and explained to me that each classroom in the building had
been assigned students with IEPs, and that the IEP educator was on maternal
leave. This pressed and passed on the
responsibility of teaching those students to the regular educators, who were also trained and qualified to teach students with IEPs. He admitted that it was a format that needed
more work, as it forced more work on the part of the regular educators, but it
also more crucial to fix the issue as those with IEPs were beginning to drop
lower in their comprehension of the material, and their grades suffered due to
this. He wished me luck in my next
observation, and told me to keep what he had passed on to me in mind.
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