Monday, December 7, 2009

cant do this

not the job. the blog posting. It's too many things happening in one day.
For now, i can't wait to go home. I live it all day, dont want to come home and write about it.

*"it" being - the job. oh the job. I need some serious lessons in organization 101. Teacher organization/logistics 101. What do I do with the suspended students? What do I do with the students who never come to class? Do I just expect them to jump on board with the material? Do I tutor them for their 10 days missed, when they also need the exact same catchup for all 7 of their other classes? Is this feasible?

Will they learn how to read fluently by the end of the year?!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

short story #1: Leaving the Rumba Cafe.

I leave the coffee shop/lounge/bar/art area kind of discompbubulated with my computer bag, my phone in one hand, and my keys in another just in time to not miss my bus - that's if I haven't missed it yet.

I step outside and pull out my umbrella. Brrr! I didn't realize how cold it was outside since for the last 3 hours I have been sitting inside this newfound coffee place to do my work (which I truly enjoyed too).

I walk to the end of the street and realized I missed the light, so I have to wait 60 seconds until my light turns green up ahead. The opposite corner on the right side of the street lets me know the countdown to when I get to cross.

My umbrella decides to rebel and randomly turns upside down and leaves me looking pretty funny in the rain - think about it. A young woman about to cross the street at 10:37 pm with an upside down umbrella due to the higher winds. That's a sight.

A taxi pulls right up. I signal "no thank you," then cross the street. Ha. They think i'll go for them just because they come right up to the curb. Just like boys.

As I am crossing the street I realize that this whole time I have been shivering - probably for two reasons: 1) my body did not expect it to be this cold out just about 2 minutes ago and 2) i really have to pee. Like i don't-think-i'll-make-it-home pee.

I check on my phone again to see what time the next bus is scheduled to arrive. 5 minutes. good.

I spot a few feet up ahead a sign that says: "Empanadas" and right next to it, a flashing sign "open."

"Hmmm, let's see what that is! Maybe I can use their bathroom. I've got 5 minutes."

To my surprise, they are Argentinian Empanadas. Where have I been this whole time? Obviously not on 18th and Columbia Rd NW, which will now be a new-found hang out spot for me.

The empanadas were enourmous (compared to what i've seen), stuffed with all sorts of different guizados: from chorizo, to huevo, to carne molida, to veggies, to spinach, to... ay.

"This looks amazing! So big!" I pretended as if I was actually going to buy an empanada. I really just wanted to use their WC, and wait for the bus in there because the empanadas place was surprisingly warm and cozy.

"Do you have a restroom I could use?"

"No, not right now."

"oh ok, no worries. Now, let's see... what do I want. Ya ni se!"

I remembered: my phone had said the bus would arrive in 5 minutes. It's probably now 2 minutes left.

"Well, thank you. I will have to come back!" He offered me a menu.

That visit was great. No barthroom, but i did warm up for those 3 minutes. I had stopped shaking by then.

I pull my umbrella back out and open it up. Went back to the bus stop and waited - my predictions and my phone were correct. I wasn't alone during my wait - there was another older man with a huge jacket waiting silently and patiently too. Didn't even greet me. punk.

Within 1 minute bus #96 arrived. What a relief. The heaters inside those things are amazing.

I got off on New Jersey Ave and P st. One block West of my school. It was still raining, but I was not shaking anymore from the cold. I was on a mission: to get home to pee.

My periferal vision was not at its best because the hood of my raincoat was disturbing it - although the wind kept on dropping it from my head. About every 20 - 30 seconds though, I turned half of my body back just to, you know, keep my eyes out. No one.

I kinda see someone in the distance to the left - i think that's an alley.

Nah, no harm to me.

Crap. My umbrella. It's upside down again.

Luckily I'm wearing my rain boots. I have felt no water in my socks all night - and I'll confess. I have been purposefully been stepping on larger puddles of water and fall leaves just for the feel of... nothing! ha. I love it. Got complimented on my fun boots too earlier tonight.

I walk past my school, past the tall and orange trees, past the mini-mart in the corner of my street, and through the sea of wet orange and brown-colored leaves that lead me to my house. My coat is drenched in watermarks because of the rain - I didn't feel too wet myself.

I loved the sound of the water drops on my umbrella - i noticed this while trying to get the door open.

Shh, it's late. It's 11:05pm. It's so warm in here - how high is the heater on for?

Wait. Gatta go pee first.


Sunday, September 13, 2009

I Take the Bus Home...

Not the Metro Rail. And that makes a world of difference.

See, on the bus ride those who can't afford close enough to live near a metro.
Those who have more time than they do money.

The bus fare cost $1.25.
If you use a SmarTrip card, all the bus transfers for the next 3 hours are free, doesn't matter where you go.

The metro fare cost at least $1.35 one way, and will continue costing $ for every stop. How much you pay on the metro is dependent on your trip length and number of transfers.

I take the bus home.
Sometimes I am the only person who is not black.

When I take the metro rail,
I am often the only person who is not white.

What's the difference between the bus and the metro rail?
Most of the black people take the bus. Most of the white people take metro rail. All of the other ethnicities that fall in between can easily be spread out between the two.. with the lighter hues heavily leaning toward transporting on metro rail.

Obviously there are exceptions to the rule. But this is the overwhelming reality I've experienced in the District.

I take the bus home, not the metro rail. And that makes a world of difference.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

What mess am I getting myself into?!!

I already spoke with... someone in charge. They don't even have a principal yet because they pretty much fired all of the admin from this past year. I'm talking about Dunbar High School. I will be the Special Education teacher starting in two weeks.

I'm soo glad I actually know where I will be teaching. It's actually about 1.5 miles away from where I live!! :) But really, I am entering into a 'hot mess.' No, seriously.

In order for you to get a better picture of what I am about to go into, read the following article from the Washington Post from just last week.

Copy and paste the following link on a new browser tab:

Enjoy, and say a little prayer for me once in a while. This will not be easy.



Wednesday, August 5, 2009

That Institute thing.

It's been 6 long weeks.

But, i'm finally here, in D.C.

Teach for America's Summer Institute is no sleep, no rest, and no social life - well at least from M-F. Why is it so intense? I think it's the fact that because it is all so new. For the first time, I had the privilege of sharing the responsibility of being the primary educator in an 11th grade U.S. History Summer Course at Animo Leadership Academy... a charter High School near LAX. In it were students ranging from a 4th grade reading levels to a student who was already accepted to Northern Arizona University.

I was really frustrated for the first few weeks because over half of my evening was spent re-learning the content I was supposed to teach the very next day... "that's not setting up studetns for success" was all that would go through my head during this time.

By mid-end of institute, it wasn't the content that became difficult, it was the fact that I was teaching a mixture of general ed students, with students who have special needs and/or Individualized Education Plans (IEPs). This just means that some students needed to have accomodations in the class so they can learn best. I.e. they need teacher notes/they need me to read directions aloud AND have them written in front of them, etc. This also included behavior issues, and emotional disturbances... a brief description does no justice to my summer Institute experience though.

What made it difficult? The fact that after teaching, I had to be in sessions, lesson clinics, meetings, and workshops. Mind you, I always had between 3-5 hour of sleep. So, me and everyone were mostly always sleepy. Why did I stay?

Here are a couple of short stories to get a better picture:
(names of students have been changed for privacy/security)

"No one likes me: Ramiro"

Ms. Pereda: "Ramiro, this is the 3rd time I tell you. Get up, take your stuff and change your seat. You and Martin have been way too distracting in class - don't worry. I will have him moved too."
Ramiro: "Ah man, I don't want to move. And plus, it's him! It's all him!"
Ms. Pereda: "You need two to tango. Let's go. Change your seat."
Ms. Pereda returns to the lecture about the Regional Differences between the North and the South that affected the differences in ideologies about slavery... 4 minutes later.
Ms. Pereda: "Ramiro, did you just throw something accross the room? You KNOW that is unnaceptible in this classroom. Go pick it up, and let's go outside."
Ms. Pereda, to the class: "Continue working on your sheets - Think of the qualities that make a region industrialized vs. rural. Ms. Erickson, can you watch the class for a few minutes please? Thanks."

Outside with Ramiro:
Ms. Pereda "Ramiro, this is the 5th time I had to call you out in class today. You know, Ms. Erickson already told me to send you down to the principal. But you know that if you go down one more time to the principal you will be kicked out of summer school. I don't want to send you down because I don't want you to be kicked out. I know you need this class - but you need to help me out with this."
Ramiro: "Just send me then. That's what every teacher wants to do. No one likes me. Just send me - i don't care. I'll be glad to leave summer school."
Ms. Pereda: "Both you and I know you need this class to graduate. You will get back in the class, sit where I asked you, and do your work. I want to leave you here because I know you get the content - when you are not talking, you do well. Get back inside, and work with me. I am not letting you fail U.S. History again."

... this story repeated itself about once/twice a week.

Last day of school, on student feedback for the teachers:
Q: What are some things Ms. Pereda did well this summer as a teacher?
Ramiro's A: She did not let me fail.

"Nah, I quit: David"

David: "They call me cholo..."
Ms. Pereda: "Yeah, I don't want to call you that."
Another student: "Why not Ms? That's what they call him because he is!"
Ms. Pereda: "I didn't say it was a lie, I just don't want to affirm that. I'll just call you by your name. K, David?"
David: "K. Fine."

David was doing ok in the quizzes. He was sometime upset, and a couple other times defiant to do the work - this usually happened when I would call him out in front of the class.

Ms. Pereda takes David outside: "What's been going on? You've failed every single quiz this week. That's not normal, you know this stuff."
David: "It's cuz I quit. I don't want to do this shit anymore. I've failed too much already - it's ganna take me forever to graduate, might as well just stop."
Ms. Pereda: " Excuse me? So you've just quit? Uh uh. We will talk afterward. You are smart - I have seen you get A's in other quizzes. Especially when you pay attention - use those brains you've got. Don't let them go to waste, and proove everyone else wrong. Can we talk after school tomorrow? I also wanted to follow up on that poem I saw on your folder... the 'F my Life' poem. Coo?"
David:"ok, coo."
Ms. Pereda: "Pound it. Let's get back to class. I don't want to see you fail that quiz today."

Next day:

Ms. Pereda: "I went to the principal and got a copy of your transcripts. You haven't failed EVERYTHING, but yeah, there's a lot of classes you need to make up. Would it help if we sit down and try to map out a plan of everything you need to graduate? Yeah. It might take you longer to graduate than your friends... but I want you to graduate so you can do all the wonderful things I know you want to do, and can do. But first thing's first, grab a highligher. Let's see what you have passed and what you need to make up."

David: "Ok, so i've taken.... "

Ms. Pereda: "You're ganna have to go to night school, and choose these classses for next year, then do summer school again and night school at the same time. It's going to be hard, but you're ganna do it."

David: "Ok. Ima do it."

Ms. Pereda: "David, i'm serious. I didn't just spend 45 minutes of my time with you to just not do this. I want you to invite me to your high school graduation."

David: "For reals? Ok. Ima do it."

,,, Last day of summer school.

David: "Ms. Pereda, I got in trouble - I got kicked out of summer school."
Ms. Pereda... My eyes got immediatly teary eyed.... in disbelief. That would mean a whole other summer
David: "Just kidding! Just wanted to see your reaction."
Ms. Pereda: "No jueges asi conmigo!! You better not get kicked out this last week. Get your crap together, k? It's our last day. David, you're ganna graduate. I wanna see you graduate. It will take you longer than your friends, but i want you to do it."
David: "Don't worry Ms... I will take pictures with my phone of me styding and send them to you."
Ms, Pereda: "But don't text me during school!"
David: "Oh right. Then I will send you pictures of my grades."
Ms. Pereda: "I don't want anything under a B. Understood? I will be waiting. And I will be waiting for your invitation to your high shool graduation too."
David: "Aight Ms."


What made it difficult? The fact that after teaching, I had to be in sessions, lesson clinics, meetings, and workshops. Why did I stay? Because if I was telling the students to not quit, I had to model that myself first.

Leaned a lot during insitute - especially simple classroom management with a classroom like mine. But, I still have A LOT to learn... We'll see how the students in D.C. will respond to both of us learning together.