Life developed into something resembling a routine, though routine probably not be the correct word to use. Every day brought something new and incredible. It could be the torrential downpours and unbelievably loud thunder, or the thick red mud that had to be trudged through one day on the way to school or the thick fogs of red dust that had to be walked through on the following day. It could be the exotic diseases that had me lose 15 pounds overnight or get a fever as high as 106 degrees, Fahrenheit. It could be the agonizing hours standing in line at banks, the post office, or different government offices, or it could be just the crazy way people seemed to do things around the place.
At the same, people could be so nice and welcoming, the food could be so delicious, the fruits so sweet, and the vegetables, well I don't know what to say about them, other than they all looked different, even the tomatoes, carrots and potatoes. There was so much wildlife everywhere, and nature really flourished. There was a constant battle keeping the wild our of the home. Music was ever present, as was football. People always seemed to be dancing, even when there wasn't any music, and they were frequently touching one another, shaking hands, slapping knees and backs, snapping fingers, and whistling or clicking to get someone's attention.
Everything was so different. There was much I liked and much I did not desire. I often wondered why couldn't people keep all the things I liked but do things the way we did in America. Life would be so much easier then.
I enjoyed school. I enjoyed teaching. I enjoyed my students. I didn't necessarily like doing my planning and the marking of student work, but that was part of the job. I had to be careful to stay a few lessons ahead of the students so that if any of them asked a difficult question, I would be better prepared to answer it.
The biggest problem I had about getting set up for class was getting text materials prepared. There were no textbooks for the students. In truth, there were textbooks available in local bookstores that prepared students for the national exam, but there were no literal textbooks that the school issued for students. I had bought a few textbooks for each of the classes I taught so that I could plan my lessons and make sure they were focused in the correct direction. However, most students had nothing more than their notebook.
I had learned early on that the best tool a teacher had for classroom management was the blackboard. Since the students didn't have a textbook, anything the teacher wrote on the board was considered very important and had to be learned. So when I wrote on the board, the class generally became very quiet. There were three problems with this, however. When I wrote on the board, I had to wait for the students to finish copying everything, and since some students were jokers, and some students could barely see since they needed glasses and didn't have any, it took time for anything I wrote on the board to be copied down. So, I couldn't erase the board or talk about anything else. But, at least the room was quiet. After some time, a few students learned that they can continue on with studying or problem solving after they finished copying what was on the board, but I need the head student to help me convince them of that. In other classes, students were expected to remain still and quiet until everyone had finished copying. By the way, there were about 40 students.
The second problem with depending on the blackboard too much was that it was easy to run out of chalk, and teachers were allocated only one box of chalk per trimester. If I ran out of chalk, I had to buy my own. The third, and most serious problem was that student learning was stunted. What a waste of time! Even if the students could copy everything down accurately, which most students could not, there was only a limited amount of space on a blackboard. In geometry, algebra and carpentry much blackboard space is required for solving problems and making drawings. If not textbooks, the students at least needed paper that had hey information on it so that I could be sure that they at least had physical possession of the information they needed to know. The school did have a single photocopier, which often was not working. The waiting list for getting copies made was weeks. I don't think I bothered once getting photocopies made. I could get copies made in town, but I would have to pay for that.
Instead, I depended on hectographs. What is a hectograph you ask? Long story short, it is a copy machine made from a mix of unsweetened jello, glycerin, and water in a baking a tray. Once the jello was solidified, on top of it I would place a master copy of something I had written, like a list of definitions, study questions, diagrams, or other study aids. After a few minutes, I would pull off the master. On the surface of the jello would be the outlines of what I had written. Then I would place a blank paper flat on top for a second, and then pull up. Voila, I had a copy of my work sheet. I would do that over and over until the jello began to melt. Then I would put it back in the refrigerator until it solidified again, and I would repeat the process. I still had to buy my own paper, but it was a lot cheaper than photocopiers, and I could make my own lessons overnight.
My students loved the sheets I gave them. They cherished them and never lost them. They made notes on them and used them for studying. Unfortunately, integrating my hectograph sheets into my classes introduced an unexpected problem. How was I going to get the students to be quiet? Now that they had most of the information that they needed, less time was needed in class for writing down notes from the blackboard. I had to find a new way to keep them engaged.
This was my first experience integrating technology into teaching. From jello photocopiers to this website. During my career, each time I successfully utilized technology to help student learning, suddenly my life became more difficult, not less. But if students are learning more, I shouldn't complain. It's been a journey.
Regardless of whether I used hectographs or not, each lesson I delivered was unique and never went as planned. As the first trimester progressed and was coming to a close, I sat in my house preparing some study guides for the students to prepare them for the upcoming test. I remembered my dad's admonition about teaching, which went basically like this, "It doesn't matter how many times you tell the class the answers to the test, those that need it won't pay attention, and those that don't need it will thank you for the extra practice." In the end, students who understand the topic will demonstrate it. I tested my dad's words then, and many times since. He has always been correct.
Of course, once I realized this apparent certainty about students I looked at it as a problem. If a problem exists, then there must be a solution. If there is no solution, than it is not a problem, but a fact of life. I thought this particular fact about life did not need to be a fact. So I went about tacking the problem, and I frequently recalled my first day when I asked the students to explain what a hammer was. They were so engaged and were still smiling and having fun. I liked that, and they liked that.
What am I going to do? I asked over and over, until the students came up with the solution for me. I've discovered over the years that if you give students enough opportunities, they can be real creative geniuses.
I noticed that when the students were engaged in work and I was indisposed, they were helping each other. sometimes I would wander over to where they were, and they would stop talking and come to attention. I told them to keep going on with what they were talking about. At first, they didn't like doing this, but with some encouragement, I got them to continue. Over time, I realized that they were able to help each other. There were always a few students who understood the instructions, and they were helping the others in whatever language was best suited for the problem.
From that moment, all assignments I gave required students to work together. Soon, the only individual work students completed were exams. Of course, group work means students are going to talk and be noisy. Most teachers don't like noisy classrooms. At the beginning of the school year I sometimes needed teachers to help me get my class in order, but that ended rather shortly. Now, sometimes teachers walked by my rooms and they complained to me that my classes were out of control, I disagreed with them and said that my students were engaged and learning. They didn't believe me.
Final exams came. My exams had to be approved by the maths and carpentry department heads, and they were. In the end my students did pretty well. They didn't set the world on fire with their scores, but more of them passed than anyone had expected. Now I had a measure for gauging success. There were still two more terms in the school year.
Comparing Life in Bamenda with Life in Ohio
After living in Bamenda for some time and getting over the initial shock of the change in lifestyle and scenery, I began to notice the real differences between life there and life back home in Ohio. The differences were quite apparent, and the similarities are what caused me to feel most at ease. Regarding some of the differences, most striking was what I saw everyday; instead of nicely paved roads and sidewalks with well constructed buildings and utilities, I saw red dirt or mud roads, some beautiful homes and buildings, but few that would meet Western standards, and utilities like water and electricity were intermittent. Gas came in large canisters; it was not not piped into the house. Also, the streets often had old rotting garbage strewn about, sewage was often open, and many dirty and sick stray cats and dogs roamed the streets. There were also rats, monkeys, and so many insects, spiders, and bugs! The weather was simple to explain. For about 9 months of the years it was sunny for a couple hours of the day and it was overcast and stormy for the rest of the day. The storms were torrential deafening downpours of water. While these differences may seem to make the place unattractive, I noted that people there were so friendly. Everyone wanted to have a nice time and get by in their life. They had work or school in the day, and family time in the evening. Just like much of the world. The people took pride in the preparation of their food, even if it seemed so different. Once I became used to the new food and set of manners, I savored every meal I had while living there, even if it later caused me to become ill. Finally, as has been mentioned, disease was a serious issue there, and cleanliness and hygiene were very important to the people. They didn't want to get sick, just as I didn't, and they had much to teach me about taking care of myself. Noting these differences while living there helped give me better appreciation for the life I had in Ohio. Things that I took for granted, like electricity, clean water, and no rats, I could not take for granted any longer.
Comparing Experiences in 3 Classrooms
I began my teaching career with practically no training and never once having considered being a teacher. An experienced Peace Corps volunteer helped train me to be a teacher for a few days, and she supervised two of my five training classes. So, on my first day teaching, I used memories of my own schooling, which had ended only a few years earlier,, and my short time learning to practice teaching in front of s group of local children. Students in Bamenda were very talkative, cheerful and rowdy. They really liked to play. In my old school, Beachwood High School (BHS), I remembered students being relatively well behaved. There were moments when classroom management was an issue, but nothing ever like what I experienced there. The students in BHS and GTHS both were required to meet curriculum standards, while my training students were volunteer fifth graders. These students were much younger than the students who I ended up teaching, and they didn't have to be concerned about tests or homework. Also, since they were volunteers, they were generally engaged and well-behaved, at least compared to the students in GTHS. In BHS, I remembered having textbooks, audio-visual material, and all kinds of learning resources. Neither my practice school or work school had much in the way of resources. There were many other differences between the three classroom environments, but the most important features were the similarities. In front of each classroom was a teacher, a desk, and a blackboard. If the teacher led the class well, the students were engaged, and the students learned. Over time I became a better classroom leader and student engagement increased.
Using Learning Resources
The school had a very limited quantity of resources to help facilitate student learning. My classes averaged about 40 students, many of whom required glasses, but could not afford them. When I wrote on the board, no matter how large or carefully, there were always students who had to move to the front to make out what I had written. No actual textbooks existed for the students in GTHS, though books that taught the curriculum were available in bookstores. Also, even though I was teaching carpentry, there were hardly any tools available for the students to use. While there were plenty of power tools available for the carpentry students, there were few hand tools or other resources. Most of the power tools had been donated by the government of Egypt and were mainly for advanced carpentry use. Students had to bring their own tools or borrow from others. I often lent mine, and over time I built up a classroom set of tools through various acquisitions. Even the classroom blackboard had to be used sparingly to conserve chalk. Nearly all the learning materials my students had were created by me on my kitchen table at home, and through various means I was able to acquire resources from merchants in town. Therefore I had to be creative and find ways to produce my own resources, purchase materials in town, or find donations from merchants or outside groups. Thankfully the Peace Corps had provided many resources that I could use to help me develop my lessons and build my curriculum. For example, I had sample exams, drafts of lesson plans, and even instructions for making a hectograph. Even though it was frustrating that GTHS had limited learning resources, ultimately it was good for me, because it caused me to think deeply about the students needs and abilities. I had to figure out what they knew, where they had to go, and what was possible in the classroom. Ultimately I learned to be a creative designer, and I achieved immense satisfaction when students learned something new and unexpected because of the design of my instruction.
Soon after I learned that the Peace Corps would send me to Cameroon to teach carpentry I began to build some expectations. Many of these expectations related to the people's lifestyle, language, the weather, teaching, and if I would make friends. Regarding lifestyle, my expectations were unrealistic for the most part, as most towns and cities were trying to be modern. There were villages were traditional lifestyles were maintained, but in general I was exposed to much traditional life and culture during celebrations and special events. Additionally, while I knew that Cameroon basically had two seasons, wet and dry, I didn't realize to the extent. When it was dry, it was really dry and dusty. When it was wet, everything became wet and dirty muddy red. Also, the smell of the mud and mildew pervaded the air. Language was an important concern of mine. I knew that I didn't learn languages well, because I never had before,. I thought to myself that I wouldn't do any better there, in a place that had two official languages (English and French), one unofficial language (Pidgin), and about 200 local languages and dialects. The moment I disembarked from the plane, I knew I would be in trouble, and I was. I must say that I could have tried harder. Of course, my concerns about teaching were of paramount importance. I knew teaching would be a challenge, but the challenges I was faced with, were unlike any I had managed. truthfully my biggest expectation of what teaching would be like was that I would be terrified, and I never was. It was a joy from practically the first moment. Finally, I was worried about being alone. Would I make friends, or would I keep to myself as I tended to do back in Ohio? In the end, I made some very good friends, but I was not very social. I did not go out often to meet my neighbors or get to know my colleagues well. I did get to know my students well, though. Overall, I'd say my general expectations were met for my time living in Bamenda. Truthfully, I was not entirely sure what to expect, and in the end, I made many discoveries that have guided me ever since. So whether the expectations were met or not, my time changed how I view he world and the people living around it.
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