Where my students live…
Driving back from training on integrating science with literature, I took a “wrong”/Right turn last week. Wrong because it wouldn’t take me quickly to where I needed to go. Right - because it took me exactly to where I needed to BE. This year a small population of my school is bussed in from across town. I knew about this section of town because I met the parents when they were protesting over 1 year ago that they were being rezoned and their children would no longer be able to walk to school, but would have to ride a long bus-ride to my place of work (MPOW). I was attending the same board meeting to talk about the “great” aspects of school libraries. I had reassured the parents that their students would be well-taken care of at MPOW. Still, I never journeyed over there for a home visit or to research more thoroughly their needs.
As I drove through the neighborhood, I saw the projects where my students live. It was a hot day and it appears no one could stand to be in their un-airconditioned little brick boxes. Lots of men were seated on steps and leaning against the walls. Children played in groups on the hot pavement. Mothers were resting under trees in small groups. I witnessed many members of the community walking home carrying milk, eggs, and alcohol. Lots of alcohol. One woman staggered into the street to cross the 4-lane road and one of her friends pulled her back. I watched these many groups of people and thought about the needs of their children and my role in educating them.
The students read their library books on the busses going home. One boy told me that it wouldn’t be cool to read at home. Seeing the groups of people, I understand this. Who would want to stay in a sweltering house alone when there was music, storytelling, and family outside? I work hard during the day to provide education, inspiration and motivation to learn. I will continue to give them the skills they need to rise above and go beyond, but at the same time need to continue to respect their heritage and sense of story to reach the family and neighborhood beyond the single child in front of me.
So, perhaps their needs go beyond the physical books that I put in their hands, but their needs include the story skills I model daily. Have I gone above and beyond lately to teach students how to interweave the nonfiction section into a fascinating story? Have I provided new vocabulary for them to share with others in the neighborhood? Have I inspired them to dream about becoming more? Have I been able to link learning to success for all?
I do not know if I can answer this yet. I do know that driving through there motivated me to do more to reach out. Something to think about.

