I am very thankful that I could visit Buckland and experience rural Alaska. The people in Buckland were kind, jolly, and inviting. I have so many images branded into my memory of smiling faces - curious students of all ages and welcoming teachers, not to mention the wonderful women of the town who were happy to share their court and playtime with a complete stranger.
My experience has better prepared me for teaching both rural and urban students. I also feel better prepared to facilitate student transitions from rural to urban Alaska. For one, the dialect of rural villages is quite different from Standard English. Before traveling to Buckland, I might have responded to a student's grammatical "errors" in speech and in writing with an automatic judgment about the student's intelligence. But I learned that this connection would be like presuming a Japanese-speaking student is less intelligent than a Standard English-speaking student - an assumption I wouldn't think to make. My new perspective on rural dialects will help me avoid erroneous assumptions and preconceptions about students. As an English teacher, understanding the background and perspective of Alaska Native students will allow me set high and reasonable expectations, and design or use a plan to encourage student knowledge and manipulation of the English language while acknowledging and supporting language norms from home.
I realize there are many challenges in rural Alaska, not only for the teaching environment but for the living environment as well. The hardest challenge for me in the teaching realm would be the pacing. In my current Geography class I am trying to cover all of the content left for this semester. I am staying with my strict weekly plan to do this. In Buckland, teachers and students would talk about various topics or review yesterday's lesson for the first 10 or 15 minutes of class. The pace was slow, more relaxed, and more informal. Students rearranged desks on their own, were not assigned homework, and had most of the period to work on assignments. I expected the slower pace, and I realized it was kind of nice. I always feel rushed in my classrooms at home, and I know the kids probably do too. Observing Buckland's classrooms helped me set goals to focus my lessons to one or two main objectives. Despite the slow pace, classes were only about 2 weeks behind Fairbanks classes in the curriculum (I'm talking social studies and English). And this was mostly due to a recent focus on the HSQEs. Nevertheless, I think it would be hard for me to adjust to the slower pace with a heavier focus on review.
At first I thought the hardest challenge would be controlling the students (as if the students were somehow crazier in rural Alaska - they are crazy all over the place). But now I see that the students are students and the teacher is ultimately responsible for creating a safe, fun, engaging learning environment, collaborating with other teachers and staff, and getting involved in community and after school activities. In Buckland, there is room to grow! Due to the small staff, there is no art class, no language class, no literature class, no drama, no choir, no chess club or student council, to mention a few. In places like Buckland, it is exciting to think of all the enrichment activities one could provide. Of course, these positions are not paid or extra contract. Nevertheless, it is exciting to feel like I could make a tangible difference in rural Alaska. It is also exciting to feel like I could learn so much about the animals and land of Alaska from locals. It was fascinating to talk to locals about hunting, fishing, cooking, and gathering, and watch the young high school girls make baby mukluks.
I like this sense of community - of being able to give and receive - of trading big ideas for intimate knowledge - it is an attractive aspect of teaching in rural Alaska for me. If I was alone in the world - I might just spend my life at it. As it is, I am content to take the lessons I have learned and apply them to teaching wherever I am.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Crime rates, many preps, Beluga, and my lessons
The locals say the ground floods in the spring when the river melts, gets muddy for half the summer after that, then gets really dry and dusty, and then freezes over again. "Do most of the teachers leave in the summer?" I asked a few juniors; the eyebrow raise, and then, "After school they go." But after talking to an elementary teacher, it seems like there is a split between high school and elementary longevity. One teacher works while her husband does not. He lives the subsistence lifestyle instead, learning from the locals and providing moose and muskox (she offered some for us to take home). Sounds like the life. Also, Terri said the town is very safe, and that is definitely the vibe that I got walking the sunny streets with smiling children on their "snow-gos." There is crime, but she said she is more afraid of bears around here than people. Heck, she's "related to 90% of them," so it's not like she wouldn't know who to blame.
Meanwhile...in school, first hour is PE, taught by the social studies teacher, who also teaches Workplace Basics I, along with a writing class and two different history classes. Talk about multi-tasking. And that's not even bad. The principal at Buckland School is also the librarian, counselor, and assistant principal. The scheduling is not as complex as in a bigger school - but still....she has her work cut out for her.
This picture is also on Mirjam's site. We had a fun time eating muskox (soooo good) and moose at Terri's house, then we went to Gary's house and tried some of this Beluga. It was just the skin and blubber. The meat was given to the elders. This beluga is two years old! For some reason no Native or biologist can explain, the beluga herds are dwindling and not going their regular routes.
I taught two note-taking/caricature/political cartoon US History lessons, one Thursday and one Friday. It was fun. The students did well and I think they'll rememberWilliam Howard Taft , especially since I published their humorous caricatures of the Progressive president and his predecessor, TR, in the hallway. The junior class textbook is extremely similar to the 8th grade US History textbook. However, in 8th we skipped the Progressive Era and went straight to WWI. The teacher said some of the students are behind in basic school-like skills, for example, some need a lot of help to write research papers, or do presentations. There are definitely many challenges at the school. Reading comprehension is also difficult for many students. Parent involvement is very low. Getting parents more involved and overcoming old stigmas toward schools is one of the main goals of the district. For example, with the caricature assignment in my 8th grade, the kids asked me if they could take the pictures home and color them. I offered this to the juniors today and they all handed the pictures to me immediately. "You don't want to take it home and make it pretty?" Squished noses.
Meanwhile...in school, first hour is PE, taught by the social studies teacher, who also teaches Workplace Basics I, along with a writing class and two different history classes. Talk about multi-tasking. And that's not even bad. The principal at Buckland School is also the librarian, counselor, and assistant principal. The scheduling is not as complex as in a bigger school - but still....she has her work cut out for her.
This picture is also on Mirjam's site. We had a fun time eating muskox (soooo good) and moose at Terri's house, then we went to Gary's house and tried some of this Beluga. It was just the skin and blubber. The meat was given to the elders. This beluga is two years old! For some reason no Native or biologist can explain, the beluga herds are dwindling and not going their regular routes.
I taught two note-taking/caricature/political cartoon US History lessons, one Thursday and one Friday. It was fun. The students did well and I think they'll remember
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Shop and Drafting
Even shop class has a SMART board! This looks like a sled in the making...and behind me was a large storage area for projects.
Drafting class is in the computer lab. This is one half of the room. These guys were using a drafting program to draw isotope figures of the foam forms they're holding. Measurements had to be exact. It was fun!
Drafting class is in the computer lab. This is one half of the room. These guys were using a drafting program to draw isotope figures of the foam forms they're holding. Measurements had to be exact. It was fun!
A fun technology-based lesson
The outside of the school, forms of transportation, about mid-morning.
Let's look at pictures of Alaska from the gold rush! Kids were interested and engaged in this fun lesson on photograph analysis. "Break the photograph into quadrants," Mr. Fraser was saying, then a pause, "Who can tell me what a quadrant is?" That was an easy question for these juniors and seniors.
The students were given time to choose any photograph from the Alaska archives and fill out a national photography analysis worksheet (steps one and two: look at the photograph for 2 minutes, then focus on the different quadrants and write down observations in categories, i.e. objects, people, activities, etc.).Students worked together and utilized their laptops - not one was playing the bubble game!Mr. Fraser asked the students for thumbs up if they thought they were better with technology than other juniors in the US, thumbs sideways if about the same, and thumbs down if worse with technology. Most of the kids were either thumbs sideways or thumbs down. Then Mr. Fraser asked Mirjam, Cat, and me if our kids had individual laptops at school. "Nope," we chorused back. "See," Mr. Fraser told the class, "I am willing to bet that by the time you guys graduate you will be better with technology than most other kids your age." I think the kids were encouraged.
Let's look at pictures of Alaska from the gold rush! Kids were interested and engaged in this fun lesson on photograph analysis. "Break the photograph into quadrants," Mr. Fraser was saying, then a pause, "Who can tell me what a quadrant is?" That was an easy question for these juniors and seniors.
The students were given time to choose any photograph from the Alaska archives and fill out a national photography analysis worksheet (steps one and two: look at the photograph for 2 minutes, then focus on the different quadrants and write down observations in categories, i.e. objects, people, activities, etc.).Students worked together and utilized their laptops - not one was playing the bubble game!Mr. Fraser asked the students for thumbs up if they thought they were better with technology than other juniors in the US, thumbs sideways if about the same, and thumbs down if worse with technology. Most of the kids were either thumbs sideways or thumbs down. Then Mr. Fraser asked Mirjam, Cat, and me if our kids had individual laptops at school. "Nope," we chorused back. "See," Mr. Fraser told the class, "I am willing to bet that by the time you guys graduate you will be better with technology than most other kids your age." I think the kids were encouraged.
Today's main attractions, besides the produce aisle
A little dude that found us and wanted to play.
You can see they opted for a stationary postal building instead of the previous movable boat system. On a side note, the boat you see has many more modern sisters around town, stored much the same way.
A closer look. A nice local called to us and said, "It closes at 4:30!" and we had to shout back, "That's okay, we're just taking pictures!" That must have sounded pretty silly.Okay, the high school wing is directly above my left shoulder. The school building swings around to where we are standing at a side entrance. The playground is behind me, and the buildings on the other side of the playground are teacher housing. It was windy and cold today!
You can see they opted for a stationary postal building instead of the previous movable boat system. On a side note, the boat you see has many more modern sisters around town, stored much the same way.
A closer look. A nice local called to us and said, "It closes at 4:30!" and we had to shout back, "That's okay, we're just taking pictures!" That must have sounded pretty silly.Okay, the high school wing is directly above my left shoulder. The school building swings around to where we are standing at a side entrance. The playground is behind me, and the buildings on the other side of the playground are teacher housing. It was windy and cold today!
Produce aisle...beware!
Onions, anyone? Ready to plant!
Two lemons and two very ripe avocados, a few bananas, cucumbers with white fuzz, and pears in a box that has seen better days. No wonder the fellow shoppers today were loading their carts with chips, soda, and canned goods. Ah, the trials and tribulations of bush life...
Meanwhile...outside the store Mirjam talks to a local whose dogsled is hitched to his snow machine. The "parking lot" was full with 6 or 7 snow machines and four wheelers. What fun!
Two lemons and two very ripe avocados, a few bananas, cucumbers with white fuzz, and pears in a box that has seen better days. No wonder the fellow shoppers today were loading their carts with chips, soda, and canned goods. Ah, the trials and tribulations of bush life...
Meanwhile...outside the store Mirjam talks to a local whose dogsled is hitched to his snow machine. The "parking lot" was full with 6 or 7 snow machines and four wheelers. What fun!
If you didn't know this was Buckland...
"We had so many trophies we had to throw some away from other years," said Terri, the principal, "We had no place to put them all."
Connecting hard science with familiar ground...
In the high school hallway; much like the big business caricatures and cartoons I did recently.
The beautiful, open and bright library with elders gracing the walls.
A typical high school hallway - this could be anywhere in the US! Pretty cool. This is after hours, by the way - during the day the hallway is light. The school is amazingly bright and open and welcoming.
Connecting hard science with familiar ground...
In the high school hallway; much like the big business caricatures and cartoons I did recently.
The beautiful, open and bright library with elders gracing the walls.
A typical high school hallway - this could be anywhere in the US! Pretty cool. This is after hours, by the way - during the day the hallway is light. The school is amazingly bright and open and welcoming.
Discrimination...against me! I joke, I joke...
Okay, so for the first time in my very short life I felt discriminated against. Monday morning I walk up to get breakfast with my money, and I see cute little kids walking by and getting their trays. I walk up to the lunch men and they say, "No, you cannot get breakfast, you must go to
I felt pretty rejected as I walked back across the commons and found the principal, paid for my little green ticket (which I resisted to rip into three tiny pieces) and then back across the commons to the lunch men again. I handed my ticket across the counter to them, and voila! - a tray with canned fruit, a warm piece of cake/bread, and a bowl of cheerios. Needless to say, on Tuesday morning I bought both my green (breakfast) and blue (lunch) tickets before entering the common area.
I cannot imagine what it was like for the Natives not so long ago in a white racist society. I got the tiniest weensiest taste...and YUCK!
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