Before saying anything else I need to say how much I love Fridays in Senegal. Every Friday everyone dons their beautiful traditional outfit of choice which means I am constantly admiring the women's intricate and colorful dresses, and the handsome, detailed men's Bubus (a long shirt over pants), and especially the small children wandering around in child-made versions of their parents traditional clothes.
This morning I was thankful for the comfort of Friday dress as I took the bus to my first day of teaching english at a public school in the Mermoz neighborhood. I had visited the school before with my friends Cara and Jenny who are also teaching there so I had some idea of what to expect. Nevertheless, my mind was racing on the bus as I tried to go through my lesson plan quickly before I arrived. The majority of my nerves originated from the fact that I am teaching these children english in french, my second language. I do feel more confident in my speaking abilities since arriving in Dakar but I was still nervous.
I arrived at the school and after being directed to classroom CE1A I entered to find about forty 8-10 year old students, but no teacher present. In their adorable fashion the students rose saying/singing "Bonjour Madame" and then sat back down. After inquiring with another person who I think worked at the school I discovered that their normal teacher would not be in the classroom with me as I taught today, my immediate reaction was fear but I figured I might as well start teaching.
At first the students were very well-behaved as we reviewed some english they already knew such as "Hello, how are you?" and "What is your name?" etc. But as the time continued it became a little more overwhelming. I have a newfound respect for elementary school teachers who can keep their 8 year olds engaged as there were always at least four kids not paying attention. I taught them a common hand clap game for silence and that helped a little but the three children playing with their broken desk and the boy who whipped out a spiderman mask (which yes I did appreciate a little) would not sit still.
Nevertheless, there were a lot of kids who eagerly answered my questions and wanted to practice greeting each other in front of the class. They even started calling me Madame Andrea by the end, which of course caused my heart to melt a little.
Overall it was the most challenging and overwhelming experience I have had in Dakar so far but also extremely rewarding. I cannot wait for the next class and to form a relationship with this group of kids over the next 3 months.
Mass Massaer Niane Ecole 2 does not have much money as the public schools in Dakar are barely supported by the government. The school educates 365 kids on a yearly operating budget of $6,185 which is by no means enough money for any type of school to operate. My friend Jenny has started a page to raise money for the school and we would very much appreciate any kind of donation if you can!
Here is the link: http://www.gofundme.com/Masse-Massaer-Niane-cole
In other news, I am leaving for the Cape Verde Islands for Spring Break tomorrow so I will be offline for a week, Ba Beneen Yoon (See you next time in Wolof)!
Namm naa Senegal!
ReplyDeleteBut it looks like you are having a great time!