Moving Past the Single Story

cross-posted here

I have been thinking about this powerful talk for almost a week now. It has made me even more critical of how we as a society perpetuate the “single-story.” It makes me notice when a story presented doesn’t mesh with the “single-story” that has been developed and accepted as the norm in our society.

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This idea has me beginning to understand how important it is that we see and develop diverging stories of each other.  This video sums up the incubation of racism and long-held (mostly harmful) stereotypes.  These single-stories allow us to believe that we know someone based on the stories we have of them.  I can see the problem right there.  The assumptions that the “stories” we have of a generalized group of people, make up the parts of each individual.  That is not the case.

I began developing a simplistic view of this as we brought our Ethiopian born children home and I my black students were confused as to how my children would lean to be black.  Even my black students had begun to develop a single-story of their own about “blackness.”  This was a not a single-story they developed on their own, but one they began internalizing at an early age based not on their own experiences, but on the narrative the media and society had developed (100s of years in the making).

This video illustrates how single-stories perpetuate

As Adichie so eloquently states, we must engage with as many stories as possible, before we can begin to develop an understanding that groups/people cannot be defined by a single story.  It makes me think back to the uproar over the Cherrios commercial with the bi-racial family.  If we really dig down deep, people were upset because the narrative of the commercial doesn’t support the single-story they had developed of family, black men, white women, etc.

So many of the issues that people have with “others” are that the stories they hold of them are singular and they often lack exposure to real examples.  Look at GOP members (who had a history of opposing gay marriage or being gay in general) change their view once they were able to develop a deep story of a group of people–this often happened when someone close to them was revealed as gay.  Exposure can allow our the stories we have of others to develop and change.  This only happens when the exposure doesn’t support the single-story.

We must be willing to seek out new stories and to challenge the single-stories that often make us comfortable.  As a teacher of literature (or of any subject), I have the power to expose my students (who live relatively isolated lives) to the stories of those who are different.  To stories that engage my students in new ways and to ask new questions about our preconceived notions.

As a parent, I must do the same.  I must teach my children that there are may stories of the people in Ethiopia (their birth country) and beyond.  We have to start exposing ourselves to those who are different to ensure that we move past the “single-story” mentality.  It is so important for our future.  It is so important if we every want to begin having real conversations about racism.

Surprise Gifts of Thanks

Yesterday I received a surprise message in my school email.

Ms. Finley,
I wanted to thank you for the great teaching you provided to R this year.  He was always working on a project and this is what he needs to be a better student.  I know being an excellent teacher increases your work load.  So I wanted you to know that I have appreciated all of your extra work to ensure that R and the other students become better writers and communicators.  I also appreciate you reading over J’s papers when you never even had him in class.  You have gone above and beyond the normal teaching duties and it is has been noticed.  The entire Vianney family is lucky to have you be a part of the staff!  Thanks again and I hope you and your family have a very relaxing summer!
Take care,
Student’s mom

I must have read the email 10 times.  I’ll probably print it out and keep it forever.  It seems small doesn’t it?  But as a high school teacher, there is generally very little thanks.  In the teaching profession there is often very little thanks.  Being a good teacher takes time and yet many people look at the “hours” a teacher is in the classroom (and the bit of time we don’t have to go to school in the summer) and thinks “boy do they have it easy.”  So much of what I do in the classroom, takes hours of prep and research time.   On average I work 60+ hour weeks.  I arrive at school at 7am and often get home close to 5pm.  Then I work after my own kids go to bed at 8pm until about 10:30pm.  So, about a 12 hour work day on average.  I work all summer, reading professional literature to ensure that I am using the most effective practices.  I attend meetings and workshops.  I lesson plan and tweak assignments that didn’t work and read all of the books I’ll teach, again.

So, getting an email from a parent who recognizes that to do my job well, I have to make my own sacrifices.  I assign work that matters (I hope) even if it means more work for me.  That is my job.  That is what I signed up for and I feel very lucky to be able to teach.

For every note like this I get, there are others who question the amount of work (it’s too much) or the level or work (it’s too hard). These interactions with parents are also important, because it gives me an opportunity to explain why I assign what I do and to discuss the realities of life after high school.  I am a professional.  I spend a great deal of my time honing my practice (like Drs do) and ensuring I am doing the best for my students (like Lawyers do for their clients).  It is my job to push my students to reach (or at least) see their potential.

Teaching is often a thankless profession.  If teachers internalize all of the attacks on teachers, then change in education can never happen.  We have to empower teachers to do the right thing.  Good/Great teachers are always learning and always trying new ways to bring learning to students.  They know.  We don’t ask hospital administrators to decide the best way to perform surgery.  We shouldn’t trust politicians with the amazing power to determine how a teacher teaches his/her students.

I am very lucky to work in an environment that values teaching and treats me and all teachers as professionals.  Students thank me regularly upon leaving class (which I still find awesome) and many understand why I push them (even if they would rather just be lazy–but hell they are teen-aged boys).

With all this said, thank your teachers.  A simple note expressing a gratitude for the work they do.  An acknowledgement of the sacrifices they make in their own lives to ensure that your child learns and becomes the best they can be can go a long way.

The Reality of Teaching

Now that teacher appreciation week has come and gone and I’m wrapping up my first year back in the high school classroom, I have to be honest about what I do as a teacher.

I parent all day. I thought I gave that up when my kids went to school and I went to work. And I guess I did give up day parenting when I had an office job. But as a classroom teacher, I parent. I spend a great deal of time helping the 15/16-year-old boys navigate the world. I hold their hands as they try to think outside of the box.

I push them to do the work and not take short cuts (But sparknotes is so much easier to read Mrs. Finley). I reprimand them for constantly touching, kicking, talking, farting, etc. I reinforce the idea that they need to respect their education and the desire of others to learn.

The majority of my job is not teaching, but guiding them. And often it is like guiding a donkey. They are stubborn and want to take the easy way out as often as possible. I challenge them to do more than the bare minimum. I remind them to tuck in their shirts and to pick up their trash.

I also get to teach them how to revise their thoughts. I teach them that nothing is perfect (or good for that matter) on the first go round. I give them feedback and push them to revise and redo. I teach them that there are no free rides, but that there are opportunities to fix mistakes.

I teach them how to be men and adults. I teach them how to think and share their thoughts. I also teach them English–but that seems to be the least important thing I teach.

Teachers do more than teach. Sometimes teaching is the last thing we do. My job is exhausting and I work 12-14 hour days on average. I sacrifice much of my own outside of school time to ensure that I am ready for my students (who often aren’t prepared). I grade papers, give feedback, and read all that I assign.

Teaching is a thankless job. Very rarely do we see the fruits of our labor. But we do it anyway. We do it because we know that we make a difference even if our students and their parents don’t.

So, thank a teacher. Chances are age has sacrificed more than you came imagine to educate your child beyond the subjects they teach.

Good-bye and Hello

There has been much loss and love over the last few months.  We have said a heart wrenching farewell to our pups of 14+ years.  They were an integral part of our life.  We found them on a golf course 1 week after we had moved into our house.  The rooms are still empty without them.  I find not a day goes by that I don’t have a memory sparked.  It was one of the hardest decisions we have made, but we know we made the decision at the right time.  Waiting any longer would have been selfish.  What love they showed us.  What happiness they brought into our lives.

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Then we said hello to the newest members of our clan.  Yep puppies.  And why not have 2 puppies (4 months apart in age) at the same time.

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Puppies are cute, so that you don’t want to hurt them for peeing on everything.  Ivy (the Shepard mix) is now about 6 months old and is pretty house broken.  Gilligan on the other hand (who is approximately 10 weeks old)–well lets just say that he is cute.  He is high energy and is just go go go, all the time.  It is a big switch from old dogs who only want to eat and snuggle to puppies who want to eat and play and play and play, and eat, and poop, and pee, and pee, and pee.  Oh my, the amount of pee that little puppy produces is unbelievable

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Life has been busy and something has had to give and that something has been this blog. This blog that has been such a central part of my life for 8 years.  I couldn’t imagine not having it.  I toyed with the idea of just shutting it down, but I can’t.  That would be akin to erasing part of my soul.  I am still working on what this space means and how I will use it moving forward.  But what I do know is that I miss writing. I miss being part of a community of writers.

I already feel as if I have given so much up to be a mom and wife and work and finish my Ph.D–exercise, eating right, reading for fun, etc.  I can’t lose this place.  I can’t lose this piece of who I am.  I can’t give up anything else.

 

I’m Sorry, But What Day Is It?

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So, we are looking into the face of snow day #3 for me and snow day #2 for the kids. My concept of what day it is completely and totally messed up.

I was supposed to go back to work on Thursday. We had a snow day. We went in on Friday and then the snowpocalypse descended and now, I was off today and now tomorrow.

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We got 11 inches of snow and today the high was 0. So the snow hasn’t budged. So now we are on day 1million of Christmas break.

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So, in order to not kill each other we have lifted all time limits in the electronics. Not a good habit for the kids. But on the upside, I have watched all is Scandal seasons 1-2 and am now caught up on season 3.

Now what will we do tomorrow?