When my dad dropped me off at school yesterday, he wondered aloud whether or not I knew the number of days I have so far volunteered in the ESOL classroom. Why, yes, Dad, I do: Tuesday constituted my 15th visit. Consistent with the recent trend, yesterday was a lot of fun. For the most part, I felt productive, useful. I also noticed how certain lesson plans allow for more probable student learning improvements while others, I predict, will not. (For the record, I use Bill Heslop’s losing campaign slogan in Muriel’s Wedding, “You Can’t Stop Progress,” in a slight, ironic sense.)
The county’s (or is it the state’s?) curriculum for ESOL level 1 stipulates that the students know certain verbs in the present and past tenses by the end of the school year. With time running out this semester, the teacher instituted a new regime yesterday to quicken this learning process: every week, the students will learn ten verbs and take a quiz each Friday that gauges their comprehension of these verbs as well as all the ones that have come before in weeks prior. She prepared three different kinds of the same packet: one with French translations of the verbs, another with Spanish ones, and yet another with blank spaces for students whose native languages are neither French nor Spanish; she invited them to use a bilingual dictionary to fill in these spaces. Crucially, there is a column on their verb chart packet where they are meant to write a sentence using each verb in the past tense.
From what I could tell, the students hadn’t yet learned how to form the simple past tense let alone what it means. Instead of teaching this lesson, she quickly reviewed how the verb to be has two forms, was and were, depending on the subject. Then she instructed them to write sentences for the first ten entries on the alphabetical list. This lesson structure poses many challenges, I think. First, most of the verbs on the chart are irregular in the past tense, such as become (became), blow (blew), and catch (caught). Drawing on my own experiences learning a foreign language, I was surprised that she would teach them irregular verbs before even demonstrating how to conjugate regular verbs, like ask (asked), walk (walked), and watch (watched)—that is, by adding -ed to the stem. Second, working from an alphabetical list means that the students aren’t learning the words in context. As such, many students whose work I supervised and corrected didn’t understand how to use words like blew and caught. Since she hadn’t taught them, relying too heavily on direct translation, I’m hardly surprised many didn’t know what the words evensignify. It will be interesting to see how this new program unfolds in the coming weeks. Some students were quick to get it (one impressed me with her offering of The wind blew very hard yesterday), while others struggled to put a sentence together at all. I’m not sure they’ve ever been explicitly told what the different parts of speech are and how they relate to one another. Otherwise, I think they’d understand that they need only one verb per phrase/sentence (remember, they’re writing simply at level 1). For I corrected many who’d written something along the lines of My aunt was became an American citizen last year.
Toward the end of the period, we reviewed the names of places around town (bank, post office, and laundromat to name but a few) because there’s a new class project in the works: each student signed up to draw one of them on a letter-size piece of paper. We will then collect the drawings and lay them out on a street map strewn across the floor. I like this lesson plan because it is creative and will likely engage them in the upcoming unit’s material: asking for and giving directions around town. Plus, I like the idea of strengthening their visual and spatial reasoning skills.
Before I move on to talk about a new group I worked with during period 3’s basic reading class for ESOL students, I’d like to report that the level 1 teacher revealed a new rule she’s instituting after the class returns from winter break. Starting January 2, the students must drop 5 cents in a collection jar every time they are caught speaking in their native tongue rather than in English. Eventually, we will donate the money to an agreed-upon charity. The only exceptions are when a student explains a part of the lesson in their language to someone who doesn’t understand it in English. I look forward to seeing how well they adapt to the new law.
For a change of pace, I worked with a different reading group during period 3, one composed of the five weakest students in the class. I’d worked with two of them before, many weeks or months ago, and I was both surprised and delighted that I didn’t encounter any stubbornness from either one. In fact, all five of the students were engaged in the lesson, and they all worked very hard. We read the first chapter (or four illustrated pages) of a story about a Japanese boy who moves to New York with his family. Each sentence is accompanied by a demonstrative image. After reading it once as a big group, I checked for comprehension, asking them for the antonym (or “opposite”) of wide and explained that Jackson Heights, the protagonist’s new neighborhood is also difficult for him to pronounce, as evidenced in a scene that phonetically spells out the name in his Japanese accent. It’s a nice touch. The teacher was more concerned about the students’ understanding the content of the story rather than their proper use of grammar when answering a worksheet’s questions about the plot. This was a pretty effective lesson, I have to say. The students seemed to enjoy it, probably because it didn’t go way beyond their abilities. However, I could tell that one student was really struggling, and I have resolved to help him more tomorrow. At the teacher’s request, I’d paid more individualized attention to one of his classmates, the boy who in the past resented having to work with me because he couldn’t understand me and wanted me to speak to him in French. Incidentally, he is the worst student in ESOL level 1, and he most likely has a learning disability that has heretofore never been addressed. But he did well yesterday.
Switching gears, I mainly observed the reading class for special education students, but I interacted with a greater variety of pupils than I ever expected to. One, the friendliest of the bunch, talked my ear off almost the entire period. At one point, a classmate bluntly asked her why her voice is so high. Appalled at the other girl’s rudeness, the teacher reprimanded her and quickly explained that people are born with different pitches. Meanwhile, I whispered to my companion that she should just ignore the… um… bitch (I didn’t use that word, of course). Earlier, I’d successfully engaged the rude girl in an exchange about the social studies homework she was finishing up when I arrived. She even let me look at what she simply described as “Unit 3” when I asked what it was about. Ouch. I glanced at her paper, which was in fact about imperialism, and was perplexed as to why she wrote “national security” and “humanitarian [issues]” as reasons for imperialism. Her response to my question? “That’s what the teacher told us to put down.” I didn’t want to push it, believing that the rude girl wouldn’t listen to my lecture anyway, but I couldn’t help but think, Just what is her teacher teaching her?!
Unexpectedly, a fire alarm rang out for one of the school’s monthly tests. I’d been dreading such an occurrence since the beginning of my volunteership (they’re major time suckages), but if it was going to happen, I am glad it did during period 4, my least favorite hour. It managed to stem some of the awkwardness I routinely feel in that room. Have I told you that I have resolved not to return to it in the spring semester?
Finally, I stayed for tutoring during the open lunch period. The ESOL students slowly trickled into the room, either seeking to take missed or failed tests or to have one of the American students help them with their homework or review English language lessons. Just when I thought I wouldn’t have anyone to work with, I wound up helping two students. The first was preoccupied with some minor errors she thought that she had made on Friday’s test about clothing. Since the teacher hadn’t yet graded her exam, she allowed the student to look it over with me, telling me which changes she would make if she could (she couldn’t permanently make them). I scanned her entire test, assuring her that aside from those few small mistakes she’d learned that she’d made after the fact, she had an “A” test on her hands. She left happy, relieved, and grateful for my feedback. Then I turned my attention to the boy whom I’d had problems with in the past, the same one with whom I worked during period 3. At first he was impatient that I started working with the other student while he stepped out to buy an apple; his teacher suggested he work with someone else. But he refused. “You want to work with me?” I asked to clarify. “Yes.” I’m not sure if he could tell or not, but I was stunned, flattered, and absolutely fuckin’ chuffed!