I was assigned a teaching job today at a technical high school. I had never worked at this school before but according to my brother-in-law, the school was for "bad-ass kids". I didn't know what to expect.
When I got to the school the first thing I noticed were 3 camera bubbles along the front of the school and when I got inside, there were cameras in all classrooms and hallways. I was told the students in all class periods will be self-directed and they know how to get their assignments from a website. Initially I was told I would get the regular teachers log-in ID so I could monitor that all the students were working.
I was never given the access to log-on so was unable to monitor the student's work. I had to walk around the class, to make sure they were on task. It became obvious to me right away that many of the students were not doing what they were supposed to.
I had to make it clear to them that I was being paid to teach and I intended to do my job and that I expected them as students to do their job and learn. Many thought I was joking with them and thought it was going to be a free day. There were several disrespectful comments made to me but after pulling out several different approaches to reach them I eventually had the majority of the class on task and engaged in their assignments.
I still noticed a few not on the assignment and looking at facebook or playing games. For those that weren't on task I read to them some poems and short stories I wrote when I was in high school and college. I felt they'd be able to relate to them. One poem in particular piqued the interest of those remaining students who still thought class time today was going to be play time.
Period 1 finally ended, 5 more class periods to go. Oh by the way, 99% each of each class were Chicano.
Periods 2-4 pretty much went the same way but with more compliance. At the beginning of each class I asked who were Seniors? 1 or 2 hands rose up. I did the unity clap and yelled out SI SE PUEDE! and commended them for their dedication to graduate. That hit them from left field and I'm sure made them feel proud.
Period 6 was totally different. These students must have been the "bad ass kids" by bro-in-law told me about. The students came in kicking chairs, slamming books and using B words and F words. I tried everything in the book to get their attention but nothing seemed to work.
I told one student, "don't you realize your behavior is being monitored on that camera in the corner?" He told, "man that camera don't work," and proceed to flip birds at it. I replied, "so all day I wasn't really safe? " This got a chuckle out of them.
I decided to turn the tables on them. I asked them to let me know what they wanted to learn. One guy said he wanted know where to get tattoos removed. Another student right away said he wanted to give tattoos. After explaining some ways to get tattoos removed, I went further and proposed that they collaborate on business plan to do combination tattoo shop and removal service. That way they could earn a living both ways, pointing out that many people still get tattoos but everyday many people are regretting them and want them removed. The classs was Microsoft computer applications and designing a web business plan was something they were working on.
After getting those 2 vatos really thinking about the idea, another vato loco type actually told me he wanted to go to prison. OK, that was it, I pulled out everything from my arsenal. I pointed out the disparity in the juvenile hall and jail populations (95%) as compared to the Chicano population in the Madera community(75%). I pointed out the Chicano drop out rate. I pointed the state prison population of Chicanos as compared to our community population. I touched on Chicano history.
One guy told me he was Salvadoran, not Chicano. I told him ok, just substitue La Raza for Chicano as our skin color and history are the same anyway.
I was finally getting a good dialogue going with them. They understood and saw the meaning of disparity and disproportionate allocation of resources. At the same time I inculcated into them their responsibility to be students and prepare for a prosperous future not for one of lost dreams.
By the end of class all the students were standing around me including the principal of the school who happened to drop in to check on me. They did something that shocked the hell out of me. They all applauded me and I heard comments like: you're awesome, you're the best substitute we ever had, and the principal even said we need more Mexican American studies in the schools.
I told the students their applause needs to go to their regular teacher and to themselves if they will now take their education serious?
Another day in service to LA RAZA. Mission accomplished.
When I got to the school the first thing I noticed were 3 camera bubbles along the front of the school and when I got inside, there were cameras in all classrooms and hallways. I was told the students in all class periods will be self-directed and they know how to get their assignments from a website. Initially I was told I would get the regular teachers log-in ID so I could monitor that all the students were working.
I was never given the access to log-on so was unable to monitor the student's work. I had to walk around the class, to make sure they were on task. It became obvious to me right away that many of the students were not doing what they were supposed to.
I had to make it clear to them that I was being paid to teach and I intended to do my job and that I expected them as students to do their job and learn. Many thought I was joking with them and thought it was going to be a free day. There were several disrespectful comments made to me but after pulling out several different approaches to reach them I eventually had the majority of the class on task and engaged in their assignments.
I still noticed a few not on the assignment and looking at facebook or playing games. For those that weren't on task I read to them some poems and short stories I wrote when I was in high school and college. I felt they'd be able to relate to them. One poem in particular piqued the interest of those remaining students who still thought class time today was going to be play time.
Period 1 finally ended, 5 more class periods to go. Oh by the way, 99% each of each class were Chicano.
Periods 2-4 pretty much went the same way but with more compliance. At the beginning of each class I asked who were Seniors? 1 or 2 hands rose up. I did the unity clap and yelled out SI SE PUEDE! and commended them for their dedication to graduate. That hit them from left field and I'm sure made them feel proud.
Period 6 was totally different. These students must have been the "bad ass kids" by bro-in-law told me about. The students came in kicking chairs, slamming books and using B words and F words. I tried everything in the book to get their attention but nothing seemed to work.
I told one student, "don't you realize your behavior is being monitored on that camera in the corner?" He told, "man that camera don't work," and proceed to flip birds at it. I replied, "so all day I wasn't really safe? " This got a chuckle out of them.
I decided to turn the tables on them. I asked them to let me know what they wanted to learn. One guy said he wanted know where to get tattoos removed. Another student right away said he wanted to give tattoos. After explaining some ways to get tattoos removed, I went further and proposed that they collaborate on business plan to do combination tattoo shop and removal service. That way they could earn a living both ways, pointing out that many people still get tattoos but everyday many people are regretting them and want them removed. The classs was Microsoft computer applications and designing a web business plan was something they were working on.
After getting those 2 vatos really thinking about the idea, another vato loco type actually told me he wanted to go to prison. OK, that was it, I pulled out everything from my arsenal. I pointed out the disparity in the juvenile hall and jail populations (95%) as compared to the Chicano population in the Madera community(75%). I pointed out the Chicano drop out rate. I pointed the state prison population of Chicanos as compared to our community population. I touched on Chicano history.
One guy told me he was Salvadoran, not Chicano. I told him ok, just substitue La Raza for Chicano as our skin color and history are the same anyway.
I was finally getting a good dialogue going with them. They understood and saw the meaning of disparity and disproportionate allocation of resources. At the same time I inculcated into them their responsibility to be students and prepare for a prosperous future not for one of lost dreams.
By the end of class all the students were standing around me including the principal of the school who happened to drop in to check on me. They did something that shocked the hell out of me. They all applauded me and I heard comments like: you're awesome, you're the best substitute we ever had, and the principal even said we need more Mexican American studies in the schools.
I told the students their applause needs to go to their regular teacher and to themselves if they will now take their education serious?
Another day in service to LA RAZA. Mission accomplished.