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  • July1st

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    A few weeks ago, I wrote my first post about conflict resolution and some of the problems that have been coming up with the kids at school. It’s taken me much longer to write a follow up than I had originally anticipated and it turned out I had a lot more to say on the subject than I had realized, so I’ve decided to break it up into at least three parts.

    This installment will be on what I’ve been doing to try to teach the kids conflict resolution skills – and any feedback or advice would be much appreciated.

    I’ve felt like I’ve been struggling a lot when it comes to this area, like I don’t really have a solid strategy for how to approach it and it can be overwhelming. Even writing this, I felt all over the place, not really focused and that’s how I feel when I’m trying to help the kids sometimes. I have this goal of helping them learn to resolve conflicts peacefully but for the most part, I just feel ineffective and kind of helpless, like I’m just flailing around.

    I’m sure that’s not always the case but I did feel sort of stuck. Lately, however, I realized that maybe it’s because I’ve been approaching it the wrong way.

    After a lot of back and forth and different attempts to help the kids solve their problems peacefully rather than resorting to hitting or appealing to an authority figure, I finally realized that maybe I just need to boil it down to one simple concept and go from there. And that concept is: Treat others the way you want to be treated.

    It seems so simple and in theory, it is. But how often do these kids see examples of this from the adults in their lives? Probably never.

    There are times when I see the kids fighting and I think, not unsympathetically, well, what did you expect? You hit him in the face and stole his toy, did you really think he wasn’t going to do anything about it? You hit him, he got angry, he hit you back. It doesn’t make it right but it’s not exactly a surprise.

    Yet they keep on doing it. I’m not saying it’s their fault because, really, I’m sure they have never been taught anything about conflict resolution in their lives. They hear “don’t hit” all the time, but that doesn’t mean they stop hitting. Even though they admit they don’t like when someone hits them, they will keep on doing it to other people and then cry when that person does it back to them.

    My guess would be the following, based on what I know of most of the kids’ family situations:
    1. They are abused at home or witness some kind of violence (and just to be clear, I include spanking when I use the word abuse).
    2. Their parents work long hours and travel for business so they aren’t around a lot and either feel guilty and give in to everything their child wants, or don’t have enough time to actually raise their children and teach them things like getting along with others or any kind of negotiation.

    So you can’t blame the kids. They’re four, they see something they want and they take it. And when they’re frustrated, their immediate reaction is to lash out and hit the person who offends them. (Which actually makes perfect sense if their parents do spank them, because that’s exactly what they experience at home .)

    And so I’m starting to think that, until they get this idea that you should treat other people the way you want to be treated and an understanding of how this kind of behavior makes you and other people feel, they won’t be able to fully get to peaceful conflict resolution.

    One thing the other teachers and I have tried to get the kids to do is talk to each other before running to us to get involved. Even after trying to get the “treat others the way you wanted to be treated” point across, I’ll ask them if they can tell each other, “That made me feel bad” or “I am angry.” And usually they will do it, but then…the same scene plays out, usually with the same kids, a few minutes later.

    So I’m not entirely sure what to do. I don’t know if this just something that will take time and that they will learn and that I can keep working on with them, or if there is a better approach I could be taking.

    There is one thing I do have control over and that is myself. I’ve always tried to be fair and sincere with the kids and treat them with empathy and respect. But lately, I’ve been making sure to check myself more frequently, especially in situations where I might get frustrated or I’m trying to teach a lesson and some of the kids are just not having it. Those are moments of conflict for us, and I’ve been especially careful to check in with myself about how I’m handling it.

    For one thing, I ask if I’m holding to the “treat others the way you want to be treated” thing. Because it is very easy to slide into the authority figure role and exert your power to end the conflict and move on with the class.

    But, if it was me who was sitting in a class I was forced to be in and was expected to participate in a lesson I couldn’t care less about, I wouldn’t want to be bullied or forced into it. I wouldn’t want someone ordering me around. At the very least, I would want some acknowledgment that I was being heard, that my annoyance and frustration weren’t being completely dismissed.

    When one of the kids is blatantly bored and acting out, I do talk to them and ask how they’re feeling, and am sympathetic if they’re bored or tired or annoyed. Then I usually try to work out some kind of compromise or switch up the lesson a bit so they’re actually getting something out of the class. (This usually involves breaking out my laptop and watching Animal Planet videos on youtube, which is way more interesting for everyone, and gets the kids more excited about science than any of our book work possibly can.)

    And I talk to the kids about how I’m feeling. If I’m happy with them or we’ve had a really good class, I’ll make a big deal out of that, but I’m also honest when I’m angry or frustrated. I try to be careful and make sure it doesn’t sound like I’m blaming them or attacking them, but I’ll say, “Guys, I feel a little angry/frustrated/sad right now, and I’m not really sure what to do.” And I’ll ask how they’re feeling, and they’ll usually say they’re angry or sad and we talk about it. It doesn’t always mean class goes any better, but at least we’re talking about our feelings and it’s not just me getting upset and making my needs the priority.

    None of this is to say that I manage this perfectly all the time or that I don’t lose my patience and get annoyed and do things I regret. And there are definitely times when I find myself exerting my authority because it’s easier, and like I said, I try to catch myself before doing that but I definitely mess up. I’m honest with the kids and apologize when I do, but it still happens sometimes.

    I genuinely want them to enjoy class and to feel that they’re in a comfortable, stimulating environment. I want them to know that their feelings are valid and important, and that they can express themselves freely. I’m hoping that by setting an example of treating other people well and talking about our feelings, they’ll start practicing that with each other.

    Because this is important.  If all a child is taught about conflict is that it’s bad, or that you solve it through bullying or violence or running to an authority figure, then what is going to happen as they get older? That’s exactly how they are going to deal with problems, and that is what leads to violence on so many levels.

    When people are taught from the time that they’re born that violence is necessary and good, it’s no wonder that they grow up believing in and supporting horrifically violent institutions such as the state, and why they will allow and commit violence in their personal lives.

    If, on the other hand, they are shown empathy and learn to show it to others, and understand mutual respect and negotiation, they’ll be less likely to turn to violence.

    But that’s a subject for another post, so stay tuned for part III of conflict resolution.

  • June15th

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    I’ve been working on a follow-up to my last post, about conflict resolution, and will hopefully have that up soon, but I’m struggling a little so it’s taking longer than I had intended.

    In the meantime, I just wanted to write about a great moment my homeroom students and I had during our field trip to the Science Museum today.

    We had just entered the natural history hall because my co-teacher, Bonnie, had said there was a dinosaur exhibit and we were all pumped for that. But first we discovered a room dedicated to the planets and stars so, obviously, we took a detour.

    There was a section of the room that had cushions set up as recliners so that if you leaned all the way back, you could see stars spinning very fast and if you looked directly up, you would see simulations of galaxies colliding, among other things (I don’t know what the other things were because the descriptions were all written in Korean, which I haven’t mastered yet. They were still pretty gorgeous, though).

    Julie and Sally soon rushed ahead to check out some trucks you could play on while pretending to ride across the wilder, more mountainous parts of Korea, but the rest of the kids hung back in the space room.

    Now, I recently rediscovered a fascination with the planets and with other space that I had when I was very young but let go of years ago. So I was more than happy to hang out in that room. The kids and I sat on the cushions and leaned back to stare at these colliding galaxies and the moment was just…awesome.

    I’m not sure exactly how to describe it. Every kid was really into it, but also so relaxed and thoughtful for just a minute.

    “God, guys, isn’t that so beautiful? I could do this all day,” I said. I wasn’t even really expecting to get much of a response back because they were so absorbed. But right away I heard:

    “Yeah, it is.”

    “I love it, too.”

    “I like this.”

    “This is my favorite.”

    “I love this. I want to go there someday.”

    The last came from Michelle, which was great because she’s smart and a good student by conventional standards, but unlike some of the other students, I’ve never really heard her express that much of an interest in anything besides Disney princesses. Well, she was excited when we went to the zoo, but this was different, she was so earnest when she started talking about this.

    Maybe it doesn’t sound like much, but it was for us (or maybe just for me). It’s so rare that we’re together, not in a classroom setting, where someone isn’t running around or yelling or off in their own world. This was something we all really loved and experienced together, something that for a second, we shared and it felt like we were all on the same level.

    Maybe we all had the same awestruck but quiet feeling as we sat in that room. Whatever it was, it was one of those moments where you just kind of feel a bond between yourself and the people around you. Once in awhile, I’ll have something like that with the kids one-on-one but it was just nice for us all to sit there, totally on the same page, really enjoying something together. Overall, just a good Cherry Class bond.

  • June8th

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    Of all the things I probably should have anticipated about teaching, conflict resolution is the one I thought about least and have found myself dealing with most often. It’s also one of the saddest and most frustrating elements of working with the kids.

    The other things – outside pressures, expectations from the school, the overbearing and superficial nature of a lot of the parents – are always in the background. But the fighting and teasing and hurt feelings are near constant throughout the day.

    I’ve been wanting to write a post on this for awhile, but I’ve decided to break this into two parts. First, I’ll give a few examples of the types of conflicts that come up regularly. In the next post, I’ll focus on the potential causes, strategies for addressing the problem and soliciting words of wisdom.

    Vicky

    Vicky is one of my homeroom students. When talking to her alone, she is very sweet, and is obviously trying desperately to gain approval. She sometimes does this by acting or talking like a baby (probably because she has a younger sister who gets attention when she acts like that), but Vicky is actually pretty smart and has a great personality beneath her perpetual fight-picking habit.

    Since the beginning of the year, Vicky has stood out as someone who isn’t really nice to the other kids, trying to antagonize them under cover of seeming innocent. During the first couple of months, I’d see her outright hit one of the other kids then deny it or tell me it was the other way around, that the other child had hit her. This went on for quite awhile and I was really worried about Vicky. First of all, why would a 4-year-old be this aggressive? Second, I was concerned about her making friends and learning to work with others, as she seemed to be a bit of a loner in the class.

    Then she became friends with Michelle.

    Michelle is probably the nicest student on the entire floor. She’s the type of kid you want to be best friends with. She’s nice, smart,  funny, direct – and she is never mean to anyone. For all the fighting that goes on among the other children, Michelle is always above it. Not because she doesn’t have friends, but because everyone loves her. Michelle has been involved in conflicts two or three times this year, and never once has she yelled at whoever wronged her or responded in a physical way. The other kids treat her with a respect and gentleness they don’t usually show to anyone else.

    So I thought Michelle might be a good influence on Vicky. And she was, at first. For a couple of weeks, Vicky seemed to have turned a corner. Less fighting, more playing with the other kids, even helping them out or showing a kind gesture once in awhile.

    But then it started to switch back again. Unprovoked, she would color on Brandon’s or Andrew’s papers or notebooks, which a source of ire for all of the kids. She started pushing and shoving again, not as blatantly or harshly as before, but it’s still alarming. And she started making remarks that were very clearly meant to make the other students cry. Cutting remarks and verbal bullying used to be Julie’s territory but she has made a remarkable change, from her attitude in class to her treatment of her classmates. Vicky, however, seems to have picked up her slack.

    I know that it isn’t her fault, and I feel a lot of anger toward whoever is creating the insecurities and anxiety that are probably causing her to lash out. She desperately needs attention and approval, and seems to try so hard but the ways in which she is learning to do it are setting her up for some devastating consequences later in life.

    Brian

    OK, full disclosure, I have a bit of a soft spot for Brian. Not that I don’t for Vicky or for the other kids, because I love them all dearly. But Brian is special.

    He started at the school a few weeks ago and was unfairly placed in Alison’s class. I say unfairly because 1. She had just gotten three other new students, all of whom needed to be helped through the transition 2. The students she had had from the beginning of the year had to deal with a lot of change at one time 3. Brian doesn’t belong in Pine Class.

    Oak and Pine are considered the more advanced of the four six-year-old classes, and he was put there because one of the administrators promised his mom that he would be, regardless of the fact that he didn’t know how to feed himself or use a pair of scissors.

    This puts an unfair amount of stress on him, because it is very obvious how behind the rest of the students he is. And it detracts from the attention and the lessons the other kids should be getting, because so much needs to be devoted to helping Brian. Had he been placed in Cherry or Cedar, the less advanced classes, he would have been among students closer to his level and it would have been much easier for him to get used to being in school and to get caught up on the work, without being frustrated and stressed. But hey, why do anything that might actually benefit the kid, right?

    Anyway, Brian kind of took a liking to me right from the beginning and we became friends. Whenever we see each other in the hall, he calls out my name or comes into my classroom and makes a heart symbol with his hands, or tells me he’s sad that he has to say bye-bye when our class ends.

    There is a sweetness to him that you have to see to understand. He really means well and seems so young, I do have an urge to baby and protect him (although I am working on being aware of when I’m babying the kids too much). Liz, another co-teacher, told me last week that Brian told his mom that he wants to be my son. This was probably one of the nicest things I’ve heard since I started teaching. So yeah, he just kind of melts my heart.

    The other Pine Class kids, most of whom are really nice most of the time, picked up on this attachment of Brian’s, and they started making fun of him about it. They’d try to get him to call my name in the sing-song voice he uses and would laugh when he got excited to come to class. It was fairly subtle but it was mean. At first, I don’t think he realized what they were doing but I’m pretty sure he picked up on it and then didn’t know how to respond so he just went along with them.

    Alison talked to them about what they were doing, and they did stop for the most part, although I’ll occasionally hear someone taunt him. However, Brian does need and get a lot of attention, and it’s caused problems in other ways, as well.

    Example: Tong Hu and Jayden. They are two other Pine Class kids, and they seem to have been most affected by Brian’s arrival. Alison and I talked about it, and both think it’s because they aren’t used to not getting as much attention as they once did. So they’re taking that out on Brian.

    Last week, I walked into class and found Tong Hu holding Brian’s arms behind his back while Jayden repeatedly slapped him. I took Tong Hu and Jayden outside to talk about what was going on for them, and both said they don’t like Brian. I told them that’s OK, they don’t have to like him, but they certainly don’t get to hit him. Tong Hu seemed to get it, but the next day, I found Jayden grabbing and hitting Brian again. He can’t seem to make up his mind about whether he wants to be his friend or to fight him. One minute, I’ll see Jayden trying to help Brian with his classwork and the next, he’s mocking him or trying to hurt him.

    I do think it has a lot to do with Jayden’s own desire and need for attention. Today, for example, Brian fell asleep in class and was leaning on me while he slept. I couldn’t wake him up, so I let him be. Jayden seemed to be struggling with his work, so I asked him to bring his book to me so we could go over it together.

    When he got to my chair, however, the book was closed and he crawled into my lap and put his head on the desk and closed his eyes. I don’t think he was really asleep; I think he just wanted the same level of comfort and attention he saw Brian getting. I didn’t want the rest of the class to get jealous or see it as me playing favorites but no one else seemed to be having a problem and didn’t say much about Jayden, so I let him be. If this is what he needs right now, I figured, better to let him stay here than to make him do the work and feel rejected or like I’m pushing him away.

    So I’m sure that it is an attention issue that’s causing him to be jealous of Brian, but it still doesn’t justify his actions. And the taunts and mocking by the rest of the class alarmed me almost more than the physical aggression because it seemed so unlike them, but also so mean.

    Cedar Class

    I’m using this class as an example of what happens among all of the classes. But this issue really started to hit me during a language arts session with them one day.

    Throughout the entire 40 minutes of class, the kids would not stop bickering. Shirley, who doesn’t speak much English, would shout “Ricky!” every five minutes and point earnestly at the boy next to her because he was moving his arms around and kept touching her.

    Then there was a chorus of other complaints:

    “Daniel is pushing!”

    “Kevin is THIS (followed by a re-enactment of whatever Kevin had been doing)!”

    “No, that’s mine!”

    “Hey, stop that!”

    It wasn’t as bad as the “I do not like you”s I hear from the kids with better English, but still. It was impossible to teach but even more importantly, it was so disheartening to see them sit and pick at every little thing the other kids did. Sometimes it was just tattle-tale type complaints. And most of these shouts were accompanied by pushing, hitting, flicking, face squeezing and taking a pencil, eraser or whatever else was available out of someone else’s hand.

    Then we moved to the floor to read a book before class ended. The physical fighting stopped, but the verbal complaints just got worse. There was not one moment in the last 10 minutes of class that someone wasn’t yelling at someone else, either in English or Korean, or telling me how they were being wronged. Eventually I realized that all of the, “Why don’t you tell Kevin how you feel when he does that?”s, or “Guys, don’t hit each other. If you’re angry, tell the person but no hitting”s, or “How does it make you feel when someone does that to you? Do you think Lara feels that way when you do that to her?”s were not going to make a bit of difference.

    My chest felt heavy and I thought I was going to burst into tears. There are very few times in my life that I have felt that defeated. I ended class early and after the students had left, I went to the teacher’s room and started to cry. I had a lot on my mind that week anyway, but the fighting is what really did me in.

    I just felt so helpless. They’re so young, but there are moments when trying to help them get along and talk to them about what they’re feeling feels like I’m banging my head against a brick wall. That doesn’t mean that I don’t think it’s worth it, because of course I think that’s one of the most important things we can do, it just sometimes leads to moments of great sadness and feelings of helplessness.

    Maybe I’m just going about it all the wrong way, which is where the next post will come in: what I’ve been doing, where I think I’ve been going wrong, what the causes might be and, again, a plea for any and all suggestions on how to better address the situation.

  • April14th

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    I’ve had some eye-opening experiences during the past few days and wanted to share a little bit about the expectations of Korean children as they are growing up.

    During a discussion at the language group I attend, some of the Korean members began talking about the way parents micro-manage their children. Most are very strict and put a great deal of pressure on their kids to do well in school and not act out or experiment during their formative years.

    According to the Koreans I spoke with, there is not much room for learning from your mistakes or trying things on your own. The parents do not want failure and don’t want their children to do anything that will bring them shame. One of the women told me that her mother told her that if she had sex before she was married, her mother would die.

    Now, Koreans are not the only people to impose this kind of guilt and control on children. It happens all over the world, all the time, especially, in my opinion, in religious households. Not all, but many – and if not in the households, then certainly in the religious teachings. But that’s a subject for another post.

    Another person at the meet-up noted that children here are micro-managed well into adulthood – first at home, then they go to university, and they are required to serve about two years in the military. “By the time they’re finished with all that, they’re 26, 27 years old,” he said. “And then it’s too late to change their thinking, they are set in their ways.” I’m actually planning to go further into this topic in another post, but I just wanted to note it here so that anyone reading this will have an idea of what the children are up against.

    I realize that I am very critical of the parents when writing these posts, although I don’t think it’s without good reason. I don’t think it’s unnatural to want your child to be happy and well-adjusted and successful. However, holding them to impossibly high standards that you impose on them is harmful, no matter how well-intentioned you claim to be.

    The point is, there is a tremendous amount of pressure placed on these kids. One of the students I teach (not one of my homeroom kids, though), frequently bursts into tears if she does not immediately understand a concept. Her English is quite good for just having started at the school and she understands more than most of her classmates, but she completely melts down if she does not immediately understand something.

    The other teachers and I talked about it and we think she probably would understand what’s being taught if she calmed down enough to look at it and listen again, but it takes quite some time for her to relax and stop crying. I feel a good deal of sympathy for her because I was a lot like that when I was younger – I took it very hard if I didn’t understand something and would get embarrassed or upset and feel like I had failed if I didn’t grasp a concept. My schoolwork was quite important to me and there were plenty of times that I cried over it.

    I’ve recently started acknowledging how much I still exhibit that behavior – if I read something I don’t immediately understand, or something that seems somewhat unfamiliar and complex, a wall goes up and a voice says, “you can’t do this, this is too much for you,” and I feel a sense of shame and start to panic. Now that I recognize it, I’m trying to work through it and figure out why that happens, but the point is, I think I can understand how she might be feeling.

    But I wonder why she feels so much pressure to perform well in school and why she takes it so hard when a concept doesn’t immediately click for her. I’m concerned that this will plague her for the rest of her life, and that she will only stick to “safe” subjects, rather than feeling confident in exploring things she doesn’t know.

    I guess that’s something that’s possible with all of the kids. Someone recently informed me that Korean high school students have one of the highest suicide rates in the world, particularly in their senior years, because “everything is riding on it.” Based on a parent-teacher conference I had today, I’m beginning to understand why.

    One boy’s parents came in, and at first, the conference seemed to be going well. They told me that their son lacks confidence in his ability to speak and write in English and that they worry that that keeps him from trying. I can definitely see this, because he’s very chatty with his friends in class, but if I try to talk to him one-on-one, a “yes” is about the best response I can hope for. I was glad they told me and said I would keep that in mind when working with him from now on.

    Then they started asking questions and seemed to be quite critical of their son. While some parents were very concerned about their children’s social interactions and overall happiness, his parents seemed disappointed that he doesn’t like to sit and practice writing his letters when he’s at home, or that he is not one of the top students in the class.

    He’s five. That’s what I told them. He’s a five-year-old boy and he is bored by practicing writing, and wants to play and watch TV. He isn’t slow or abnormal, he’s a kid. And it’s healthy that he has other interests and is exploring things for himself, so you shouldn’t harass him if he doesn’t want to perfect his writing technique.

    I wasn’t bothered so much by the questions as I was by the tone and the look of disappointment on their faces. There was a part of me that felt small and intimidated during the five minutes I talked to them. I can’t imagine having them as parents.

    The other thing is, the curriculum is really advanced, especially for ESL students. Some of the kids can’t even write in Korean or speak it that well, but they’re learning English at the same time. I’ve heard that it is much easier to learn a language as a young child, so I don’t think this is necessarily a bad thing. But the books that we use would be too advanced for a kindergarten child growing up in the United States, let alone a pre-schooler here.

    So the kids have a lot going on. There’s nothing wrong with encouraging your kid to work hard and want them to be successful, but so much pressure so early on cannot possibly be good for them. Helping them develop a health sense of motivation is great, I’m all for that. But if you push a child too hard and force him to do things that make him miserable or impose your own goals and desires and images for his life onto him, that can only hurt him in the end. Maybe he will become the wealthy, academically successful, ideal person his parents have in their minds but…happy, well-adjusted, with a strong sense of freedom and independence? Probably not.

  • April5th

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    There’s something that’s been on my mind for awhile and it’s gotten to the point where I really felt the need to write a post about it. It’s by far one of the most frustrating and heartbreaking aspects of teaching: the parents.

    An incident occurred in my class today that actually left me speechless for a moment.

    It happened during my third period class. These weren’t my homeroom kids but after a month of teaching, the other teachers and I have gotten to know all of the students fairly well. One of the boys in this particular class is pretty quirky and often refuses to do certain activities that he thinks he won’t like.

    He’s a great kid, though, and usually fun to have in class. He doesn’t always want to participate in the activities we’re doing or the games his classmates are playing, but I’m usually OK with him sitting and reading a book or drawing during that time if that’s what he wants to do.

    Today, however, he was clearly in a confrontational mood. I was going over the class rules (I’m still hoping to do participatory rules setting in the near future, but with our ongoing problems with hitting, pushing and pinching, I wanted to go over how we should treat each other and why we don’t hit), and this boy was not having any of it.

    I’d ask a question such as, “Do we hit our classmates?” or “Is hitting nice?” and everyone would respond “No, we don’t hit our classmates” or “No, hitting isn’t nice,” except him. He kept loudly insisting that hitting is nice and funny and then refused to take part in class. He sat sullenly staring out the window, and when I tried to talk to him about it, he was defensive and finally said, “I want to go home.”

    I let him sit by himself and he eventually came back to the table to work with his classmates. Before the period was over, however, I tried talking to him again about hitting. He isn’t particularly aggressive, but I have noticed him raising his fists and pinching and doing things like that in recent weeks.

    He kept insisting hitting is good and when I asked why he felt that way, he said, “Because I’m only playing.” So we talked about how it’s OK to play (a lot of the kids are really into “Power Rangers” and the boys especially like to re-enact what they see on the show), but it’s not OK to really hit someone.

    Then he said, “yes, I like to really hit.” I asked why and after a few minutes, he said something along the lines of, “I am bad.” My first instinct was to rush to say, “No, you’re not!” but then I had another thought. Why would this five-year-old boy be telling me he’s bad?

    “Why do you think you’re bad?” I asked. He looked at me for a minute but didn’t answer. I tried again.
    “Did someone tell you you’re bad?” He nodded.
    “Who told you you’re bad?”
    He paused, then looked me in the eyes and said, “Mommy.”

    For a minute, I didn’t know what to say. I felt tears coming to my eyes but I took a deep breath and said, “Mommy told you you’re bad?” He said yes.

    “Well, you’re not bad. You’re not bad at all, OK? Miss Jaime doesn’t think that and I know that you’re really, really good.”

    He shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’m bad.”

    I was genuinely horrified. How heartbreaking to see this beautiful, bright little boy believing he’s “bad” because his mother told him so. I’ve been thinking about it on and off all day, and I’m sure there are a million ways I could have handled the situation better. I wanted so much for him to know that he isn’t bad, that he’s a wonderful little person. But I also know it doesn’t matter that I’m saying it. He has to know that himself and I don’t think I really helped him get to that point.

    This isn’t the only thing like this that I’ve witnessed. The Korean teachers have to call the parents every afternoon to update them on what went on in class that day. Last week, I was talking to the teacher who calls my homeroom class’ parents about some of the feedback she’s been getting.

    Some of it was decent, some irritating and one mother’s complaints in particular were infuriating.

    Her son is one of the students I’ve been most concerned about lately. He’s really sweet, especially when you talk to him one on one, but it takes a long time to get his attention when you ask him to do something or when it’s time for class. I can’t always tell if he’s just ignoring me or if he’s off in his own world. Sometimes I notice him practicing his taekwondo moves with a really focused look on his face and I assume he’s caught up in what he’s doing.

    He’s started acting out a bit in recent weeks, which worries me because he wasn’t acting like this at all at the beginning of the year. But I think a lot of the time he’s doing things that he thinks are playful or will make people laugh.

    His mother told the co-teacher that her son really likes me, but that she’s worried because he sees me as his friend, not his teacher. She also said that he has an older brother at home and that they play very rough together and fight, so she is worried that he is too wild for me and that I can’t handle him.

    Then she said that she wants me to “scare” him into listening because he doesn’t behave and needs discipline.

    I was furious. Of course I flat out refused to do that. Scare him? How can this woman even be serious? This is her son she’s talking about. Why would you ever want anyone, let alone his teacher, who is still practically a stranger, to deliberately threaten and scare him? Why would anyone want to do that to a five-year-old child? (Of course, I do know the potential answers to that but it still seems incomprehensible to me.)

    Then I thought, how dare she? If he is acting out and she’s having problems with him, that’s probably because of a difficult situation at home. Where does she come off demanding that I scare her son so badly that he will not only listen to me but to her when he goes home? What kind of a mother wants a woman she has never even met to discipline her child?

    I don’t have kids at the moment, but I hope to someday. And the thought of my child being in a classroom where he or she is being yelled at and reprimanded constantly by the teacher fills me with anger. And that’s exactly what this woman wants me to do!

    I just feel so sad for these poor boys. They’re only five and this is what they’re being subjected to. It’s so irresponsible and cruel, it’s difficult to even comprehend.

    What makes these situations even more aggravating is how involved the parents are on some levels. They nit-pick about everything. Well, everything that’s not really important, that is.

    One of the biggest complaints we’ve heard so far is that the kids are coming home a little disheveled. Their hair isn’t as perfectly combed as it was when they left the house in the morning, and that simply isn’t acceptable. Who cares that your kid comes in and starts taking swings at his classmates or sometimes inexplicably withdraws throughout the day? All that matters is that their hair is brushed when they get on the bus to go home.

    There are plenty of other complaints like this – superficial, inconsequential things that would be laughable if these people weren’t actually 100 percent serious.

    Most of the students who attend the school come from families that are quite well-off. The kids come in wearing designer coats, dresses and sweatsuits on a daily basis. The tuition is nearly $2,000 a month, and the parents expect to see their demands met. I haven’t met them yet, but will this month during our parent-teacher conferences. I suppose one could say that I’m judging them a little harshly before having had a conversation with them, but I think there’s a lot to be learned just from interacting with the kids.

    And some of the parents have raised genuine concerns about how their kids are getting along with others and what they’ve been doing in class. I’m actually looking forward to meeting those parents because there might be a chance to have a productive conversation about their child’s experience at the school and how I can help them more.

    From what I can tell, a lot of the students really crave attention. I don’t know all of their family situations, but I understand that a lot of them live in homes where both parents work quite a bit and travel frequently, so the children don’t get to spend much time with them. I don’t think this is the case with everyone. There are several students who seem generally happy and healthy and that’s wonderful. It’s the others I worry about.

    I could probably go on much longer about this because I see situations like the ones above at least several times a week. There are moments when I feel a sense of helplessness and deep sadness. But those are also the times when I am find myself more committed than ever to being loving and compassionate with the students and being aware of changes in their moods and behavior, and really just trying to support them and help them in whatever way I can.

  • March11th

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    OK, the title of this post is a little bit of an exaggeration. At least I hope it will be. Today was an awesome day in Cherry Class, but being that we’re only two weeks in, I’m hoping for even better days than this.

    The scene wasn’t especially promising at the beginning of the day. Julie, Henry and Vicky were arguing over stickers they had brought from home (this has been going on for the past day or so) and the altercations were becoming increasingly heated. My planned lesson of “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” was completely lost when Sally broke out some lip gloss that she only shared with Michelle, leading to an argument with Julie and Vicky. And then all the other students decided to weigh in.

    Frustrated, I stopped my lesson and took stock of the situation. How could I salvage this class period? No one was interested in what I had to say. They wanted to talk about Julie and Sally. And then I thought, well, maybe the best thing to do right now is nothing.

    Eight kids sat around our table, discussing the issue at hand. No one was yelling, no one was hitting, no one had even gotten out of their seats. After all, I thought, isn’t it more important to learn discussion and negotiation skills than to learn how to sing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star?” So I waited. I’m not sure exactly what was said, but after a few minutes, the grim faces relaxed and the conversation seemed to turn to other things.

    I passed out some coloring pages of stars and they all set to work, some more distracted than others. Even when our Korean helper and translator came in and asked them to stop speaking Korean in class, they went right on with their conversations. How can I make the most of this opportunity, I thought? I sat down, borrowed some of Michelle’s crayons and started coloring a star of my own. And I said, “since no one wants to speak English right now, does anybody want to help Miss Jaime learn Korean?”

    That got their attention. Michelle and Sally taught me to say “Please be quiet” and “Be nice” in Korean. Some of the students looked up with interest, but mostly they just dissolved in giggles at my terrible pronunciation. And then a great thing happened. Even the kids who usually have the shortest attention span started eagerly throwing Korean words at me. I have no idea what I was saying, but they really got a kick out of it and suddenly, they were rushing up to me, wrapping their arms around my neck and cracking up whenever I tried to imitate what they were saying.

    And that kind of set the tone for the rest of the day. I don’t know what it was about our coloring and language session, but it was as though we suddenly had some kind of bond. Lunchtime was the most chaotic it’s ever been, and there were a few arguments and tense moments. But there was less hitting and more honesty about their feelings.

    Kids who had seemed distant were suddenly affectionate and chatty in a way I hadn’t seen before. And the way they treated each other was really beautiful to behold. The fighting is still sad and frustrating, of course, but there was a new awareness of each other’s feelings.

    When Henry refused to give Vicky a sticker, Sally saw Vicky’s sad face, handed her a sticker of her own and said, “I love you, Vicky.” (To be fair, Henry had every reason to not give the sticker to Vicky. She had been trying to steal them all day, and she had hit and pushed him several times in the process. I didn’t like seeing Vicky sad but I wasn’t about to insist that Henry hand over his stickers after being treated like that.)

    It still took a little while for Vicky to recover, but I also noticed her being very sweet and gentle with Michelle. Vicky is one of the students who is frequently picking fights, fibbing and hitting, so to see her checking on Michelle when she bumped her head or seemed upset was a really wonderful thing.

    Perhaps the best part of the day, however, was watching Julie go from being aggressive and angry to being…well, a happy little kid. She got into her share of arguments today but I knew something was different when she let me pick her up and really tried to use English words to form a sentence and tell me what happened. When it was time to get ready to go home, I had to bring her back from one of the other classes, which is something she usually would have resisted or at least wanted nothing to do with me on the walk back, she wanted me to help her jump and pretend she was a frog all the way back to class.

    She kept wanting to play until it was time to go, and it occurred to me that that was the first time I’ve seen Julie seem like a happy, carefree little girl. Her best moment was when she was yelling things out the window with Ray, a boy from another class. All of my students love Ray, but I’ve never really seen Julie be this free and gentle with anyone else. Just before I went to tell her it was time to leave, I saw her rest her head on his shoulder and the expression on her face was…happy, vulnerable and sweet.

    I don’t think Ray noticed, but I was overwhelmed. Julie is a smart little girl and it’s hard to see her come to school with so much anger and frustration every day. For a few minutes today, she was just a kid.

    I’m planning to meet with our school’s director tomorrow to talk about approaches to teaching. I know that there are reports going back to her about how “out of control” some of the students are, and I want to tell her how much personal progress they’re making and how much more important I think that is at this point. From the conversations we’ve had already, she seems to genuinely care about that kind of thing and encouraging kids’ creativity and natural interests. But I’m still anxious that she’s going to want to crack down on them if they don’t settle down to certain standards soon.

    Until then, I’m just going to enjoy the happiness and pride of seeing my students grow and bond the way they did today. I’m still not exactly sure what brought on the awesomeness of today, but I continue to feel very thankful that these eight little gems make up Cherry Class.

  • March10th

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    I’ve wanted to write a post about teaching for the past week or so, but I’ve had so many thoughts kicking around my brain that I didn’t quite know where to start. (And for the past couple of days, there’s also been a small element of laziness going on.)

    There’s so much I want to say, but I figured I would start with a post on my wonderful students since everything I’ll be writing about will begin with what I experience from working with them.

    There are eight students in my home room class and they are who I see most often. They’re with me for snack, language or phonics (depending on the day), lunch and storytelling. The rest of the day is spent rotating through math, science, theme, reading and a special (gym, drama, golf or art). That’s when the other three classes come to me for writing or phonics.

    Since so much of my time is spent with my home group, that’s who I’ll be referring to when I say “my kids.” There are four six-year-old classes. Cherry is by far the most energetic and assertive of the four and I love them for it. They’re developing a bit of a reputation around the school for being wild, but I think they’re a great bunch and we’re learning to work together, a little bit at a time.

    It’s no secret among the teachers that Henry, the student who seems to be caught “misbehaving” most of the time, also happens to be my favorite. I don’t play favorites in front of the kids, but I do keep an eye out for him. Henry speaks very little English and loves to talk and entertain, neither of which he stops doing when it’s time to start class. It took a few days of really making an effort to talk to him and engage him, but with enough persistence and creativity, he started to open up.

    After about three days of trying, I finally made Henry laugh and he started looking me in the eye, using my name and even telling me all the words he knows in English. After a few more days, he grabbed my hand for the first time and he’s used at least one new English word every day since. Our progress is small and I’m sure it’s not noticeable to anyone else. But Henry is slowly letting me know who he is and that is what really matters to me.

    It’s been a similar experience with most of the students. Some of the girls opened up right away, wanting hugs and attention from the first day of class. With others, it’s taken a little longer for them to trust me. But we’ve come so far in the past week and a half in terms of them participating in class and expressing themselves in their own unique ways, I can only imagine where they’ll be by the end of the year.

    One of the most awesome things to witness every day is the immensity of their personalities. Maybe the best thing about the Cherry Class kids is how assertive and opinionated they are. They have absolutely no problem saying what they want or letting me know when they’re not interested in a lesson. They’re quite independent. When they want to draw in their sketchbooks, they go get their sketchbooks. If they want to read a book, they grab one and sit down and read it. It’s not uncommon for them to resist suggestions of activities for them to do during their free time. They’re more than capable of doing things themselves and they very quickly let you know that.

    We do have some getting-along issues here and there, but there are also some beautiful moments when they’ve all spread themselves out on the floor and are drawing and coloring and chatting away to each other, with no help or input from me. Of course I can’t understand a word they’re saying because it’s all in Korean, but it’s wonderful to listen to all the same.

    We’re still not using a rewards system in Cherry Class, which is how I intend to keep things. This does mean stopping what we’re doing more often to address problems and it will take a little more time to settle into a system that works for us, but I think we’re doing OK. I feel a deep sense of pride and respect when I think about the energy and creativity I witness from them all the time. Yes, they might be a little wild, but I like that about them. Their sense of adventure and curiosity are things I never want them to lose and I intend to spend the next year nurturing and encouraging these fearless little people.

  • March3rd

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    It’s been two days since I started teaching, and I am exhausted but also totally exhilarated. It seems as though all I’ve thought about for the past 48 hours are my kids. This is so different from anything I’ve ever done, and it’s incredibly challenging and requires pretty much every thought, every ounce of attention and drop of energy I have. But above all else, it’s completely awesome.

    My students totally amaze me. Aside from being beyond adorable and so much fun to be around, I’m blown away by their energy, assertiveness and overall interest in everything that’s going on around them. Of course, those attributes sometimes interfere with the lesson I’ve planned but that’s my issue. I just have to work harder to come up with activities that keep them interested and wanting to be part of my class. They speak much less English than I was expecting, but I’m staying flexible and determined to find a system that works for us to communicate with each other.

    I’ve loved every second I’ve spent with the kids, but I’ve also learned a lot about typical teaching strategies and there is a lot I disagree with. I spoke with a few other teachers about the issues I was having with being ineffective at motivating the class or communicating with them.

    There were a lot of suggestions to be strict, or to stick to the star chart reward system. Basically, everyone starts the day with three stars and if they follow the class rules all day, he or she gets a sticker when it’s time to go home. Once they’ve collected 20 stickers, they get a prize. A star can be taken away each time they’re “caught” misbehaving, and if they lose all three, they don’t receive a sticker. If they misbehave several times throughout the day and lose all their stars, they don’t get a sticker, and are probably reprimanded multiple times throughout their classes.

    This does not sit well with me at all. All the teachers have star charts, but the more I thought about it, the less I was inclined to use mine. This great post from Chinarchy, a blog written by two English teachers in China, explains some of the negatives of using a reward system.

    They make several good points, but the idea that the wrong person gets punished when rewards systems are used really stayed with me this week. Because really, why should the students be punished if they’ve lost interest in what I’m saying? That’s their way of saying, “Miss Jaime, get your act together. This is boring and we’re not into it.”

    Someone told me that once one student is seen losing or being denied a star or sticker, the rest would catch on quickly and start behaving. So I’m supposed to embarrass some poor kid just to maintain order and gain some kind of respect based on fear? I don’t think so.

    While I do think it’s necessary to give them a sense of structure and routine, I’m not really that concerned about whether they can form a straight line. The biggest issues I’ve seen are some hitting and fighting, which have obviously led to some tears and hurt feelings.

    But I don’t think those are problems that are going to be solved by taking a star away every time one kid pinches another. That doesn’t really teach them why it’s bad to hit or pinch or be aggressive. In the end, all they will learn that way is that it’s bad to get caught.

    Yes, it is more time consuming to stop what I’m doing every time something like that happens, to try and get a few words in English from them about how they’re feeling and what exactly occurred, but I really believe they will learn more that way than by simply behaving in front of their teachers to earn a sticker or a star. And if we can make progress on the hitting and aggression front, I will be much prouder of them for that than for any amount of reading and writing they are able to do by the end of the year.