Thursday, July 30, 2015

New things

Today was pretty hot. Even Lucy Rocket, who lives to be outdoors, was like oh no, I just can't with this blazing pavement. 

So she hitched a ride on Ben's skateboard. 

Side note: I always check the pavement with my own bare foot before subjecting Lu's little paws to potential burns. The heat in summer here, much like the cold in winter, is brutal. She's less than 4lbs, so easy to pick up and carry to a shady spot to do her biz.

Honestly though, I try every single day to get my kids up and out of the house, even if we just go to the corner mom and pop shop to get a frozen treat. Objects at rest like to stay at rest, so I'm all for a little movement to stop the stasis. But today even I was unwilling to trek up the street for anything at all. Instead, I looked around the house for something to do, and found all the art supplies I brought back from camp that we used in my visual arts classroom. 

There was one student in the class who was a watercolor genius. I'd purchased pretty decent watercolor paints for the students, but she had her own set in her bag which she preferred to use. I engaged her in conversation about her work, and she told me she practices watercolor every day for at least an hour. I couldn't help but be in awe... I can't think of anything right now where I have the discipline to practice an hour a day. 

So with her in mind, I pulled out the watercolor paints and messed around a bit before spending an hour painting. I'd never worked with watercolor before. I use watercolor pencils and acrylic if I need color in my work. It was incredibly relaxing. And what I really loved was how unforgiving the watercolor was. If you mix a color with another color that is still wet on your paper, then the colors blend. It surprised me to find that this did not make me freak out at all. It was nice to not have precise, exact control over the finished product.

So here's the result of my very first dedicated hour of watercolor painting:

I painted flowers, because it was a visual reminder that whatever we water, grows. Just like my student who spent an hour a day painting and had an amazing portfolio to show for it, I want to focus the finite amount of time I have each day making sure to water the areas of my life I want to see grow. And art and creativity are always on my list! 

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Try again

I was part of a two week summer camp here in China for local youth (ages 12-19), teaching English and arts. A team of people from Los Angeles came to join up and help run the camp, along with some expats in and around the greater Shanghai area, as well as many local Chinese. I was willing to help out however I was needed, and the camp directors slotted me to teach English. I also partnered with one of the L.A. team members, an old friend and mentor, to teach the Visual Arts class.

My Visual Arts classroom, at the end of the day.
I'm not a trained visual artist by any means, my education is in live theater. But I am an artist because I do make art as often as I can. I have previously taught art (and have even been paid handsomely to do so as recently as May). I run a weekly creative group call the Playground out of my house, so if you asked me what I'm good at, I'd probably list "helping people express themselves creatively through art" somewhere near the top of my list. So that part of the camp was excellent, and working with my friend and some incredibly talented and dedicated teen artists was amazing.

And then there was the English teaching.

I am not risk adverse. I tend to play it safe with food (one too many episodes of food poisoning in the land of squatty potties and a shellfish allergy keep me cautious) and with physical activity (though I did zip-line through the jungle canopy in Thailand for 4+ hours), but with many other areas in life I'm all for stepping out and doing something brand new that has a great potential for failure. I'm mildly comfortable with failure, in fact, and have been known to be pretty excited when something has blown up in my face, especially when it doesn't affect too many other people. Failure means you tried something new! How can that be bad?

I just read a quote today by T.S. Eliot, "Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."

And I think that kind of sums up the English teaching for me. Maybe even my whole life. I've never taught English, and certainly not to people who don't speak much of it, if any. But not having done something before is never what I use to gauge whether or not I should say yes to something new.

There were five levels of English being taught, and I was responsible for the ones who had the lowest fluency. In years past at this camp, there were just 6-7 students at that level. I ended up with 19, most all of them teenage boys. I had a strong translator and we made a great team (every day I taught her a new idiom in the English language, and that was actually super fun), another bilingual helper, and two helpers from the L.A. team. Sounds like it should be easy, right? Basically 4 students per adult? Somehow it didn't turn out so easy for me. The curriculum was being written and distributed in real time, and almost every day I'd get it less than hour before class started. I can be good at winging it (the first idiom I taught my translator), but this is not the way I work best or most comfortably, and certainly not a way that can be sustained with any success for me beyond once or twice. The experienced ESL teachers had years of teaching ESL to fall back on. I had physical comedy and enthusiasm, and even that quickly wore thin.

My ESL class in the calm before the chaos.

I limped through the first week with the help of the extremely encouraging helpers, but there came a day in the second week where my helpers missed class for a rehearsal of dance choreography for the evening's assembly and I was on my own. One of my students crumpled up and destroyed someone else's work, causing crazy chaos. As soon as that was settled and it was quiet, another student chucked his pencil right at someone else's head. It was that day, when I was trying to hold back tears of frustration and thinking that I wasn't getting anywhere, that I realized I had truly come to the end of myself and that I don't enjoy teaching ESL, nor do I have any desire to use what strengths I do possess to do it. 

I don't think this sudden epiphany had everything to do with the naughty behavior of a few students (though that did contribute), it was more about realizing that I'm absolutely best at helping people pull out stories or emotion to create something beautiful rather than to teach vocabulary and literal communication using spoken words in a classroom setting.  

Maybe that's the mark of a bad teacher, because I never had any frustration in the Visual Arts class despite the fact that a third of my ESL students (including one of the ones with the naughty behavior) were in my Art class. Shouldn't a good teacher be able to teach anything? I don't know. 

There was some humor, like when we did an activity where each group had to draw and then label every article of clothing they could think of. I was fully aware at all times that my class was primarily teenage boys, and there was plenty of reminders of that, like this:

(It was fun trying to explain to my interpreter what a jock strap is.)

I also will say there were moments where I was very proud. Due to the one child policy in China, virtually everyone grows up an only child. This means that most young people here are not naturally good at teamwork or sharing or functioning as part of a group. They didn't grow up having to share anything, not mom or dad or toys. Even in the traditional classroom when they hit school age, individual accomplishment is prized over any other kind. Generally speaking, every student learns piano so they can play piano, by themselves, rather than every student learning a different instrument so they can be part of an orchestra playing together. But I believe deep within every cell of my body that we are not meant to go through life alone, that we work best when we all have a part to contribute, adding value with our unique gifts and talents (and I say this as a very extreme introvert who loves solitude). So my personal goal with my ESL class was to get them talking to each other, to work and learn in groups, and to be part of a team. Every day we had them fill out feedback forms which were meant to help guide us the next day. Over and over I got the same positive feedback:

I have no idea in the end if their grasp of the English language was increased on the last day from where it was on the first day. But they did learn to work as a team much better by the end of the two weeks than they did on the first day, so I count that as success. And frankly, even the fact that I can sit here after it's all over and say that I discovered teaching English is not for me is something I can count as a success. After all, how in the world do we know what we are capable of if we don't go out and try?

And I'm happy to report that there was at least one student in my class who thought my English teaching skills rocked.

Or at least my help and care rocked. I'll take what I can get. But what I'll give, and give in abundance, is overwhelming gratitude for those people out there teaching 10 months of every year, day in and day out. There's a popular, somewhat snarky saying in America, "Those who can't, teach." Um, this is wrong, so wrong. I can speak English, I can write English. But can I teach English? Not with any skill or grace or patience. Major kudos to those women and men out there doing it, and doing it well. You rock. Thank you. And let me know if you're available next summer. I know some kids who are going to need to learn some ESL...

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