Monday, September 14, 2015
We are about a month into year two, and what a month it has been! Connielyn and I have been so busy, we haven’t had a second to breathe. We are constantly running around the school, teaching our classes, planning for our next classes, and meeting with other teachers and staff members. Our days are crazy, but we still love it!
We started this school year exactly a month ago, on August 17th. We walked into school the first day, and it was so nice to be back in the place we love so much. We were greeted by other staff members and friends we had made last year. Everything was familiar and comfortable. This new school year was a very different experience from last year. Last year, everything was new and exciting, but also scary. I had no idea how the school worked or who anyone was outside our group of six volunteers. This year, it was just me and Connielyn, but we weren’t alone—we were surrounded by people we already know and love. We already knew the school and how it worked, so we were able to jump right back into life at the Hogar.
As a volunteer, it is always important to be flexible. Going into this year, Connielyn and I were unsure of what we would be doing. We figured we would be working in the Nivel Inicial, like last year, and Connielyn wanted to work in the Deaf School as well. I was unsure of what I would be doing, but I knew what I didn’t want to do: I knew I absolutely did NOT want to be the English teacher in the high school, which was Angie’s job last year. I was so scared they were going to ask me because as far as we knew, they hadn’t hired a new English teacher yet. Our first week at school, the students weren't back yet so we were just resettling in and getting ready to start classes in the Nivel Inicial. The Director told us we would have our own classroom this year, which was so exciting! So we got right to work making materials to decorate our classroom. We met with the other teachers in the Nivel Inicial, and we created a schedule for classes. All the while, I was still unsure of what I would be doing for work.
That next Monday was the first day of classes, so the students finally arrived! We got to school at around 8 a.m., like we do every morning. We were just starting our day when someone knocked on our office door and told us that Carmen, the Coordinator of the High School, wanted to talk to me. I walked up to the high school so nervous that she was going to ask me to do the one thing I didn’t want to do. Sure enough, at 8:45 a.m. Carmen and the Director asked me if I could do them a favor and teach English to the Freshmen, Sophomore, and Senior classes—five classes in total. I said yes, even though I was terrified on the inside, because there was nothing else to say. I am a volunteer at the Hogar and am there to help them however I can. The school needed an English teacher, and so I stepped in to fill the position until they hired someone. So at 8:50 a.m. with my heart in my throat, I walked into my first class of 38 seniors. I had no plans, no time to plan, and I was so nervous I was shaking, but I made it through. Luckily, I already knew a lot of the students in that class and had built relationships with them last year, so there were a lot of familiar faces in the crowd. I made it through my next four classes that day as well, and each time it became a little less scary.
Now, it is three weeks later, and I have continued to be the English teacher in the High School. It is a job I never wanted to do, but I love it. It is hard, challenging, and frustrating. There are classes when I just want to walk out of the room and leave it all behind, but I love every single one of my students. They are all smart, talented, and want to learn. I have never been in a classroom where students are so eager to learn. One of my main challenges is getting the students to stop talking out of turn, but most of the time when they are talking, they are yelling out the answers or asking me to call on them and then getting upset when I don’t. This is such a drastic contrast from when I was in high school, since I personally never wanted to participate, and my peers were never this excited to answer a question either.
I don’t know how much longer I will be the English teacher in the high school. I know they have hired a new teacher, but I’m not sure when she will start. What I will be doing this Monday is a mystery to me. I have started setting up plans for what I will be doing next, but I won’t be sure of what I’m doing until I have actually started. As I said before, in this job, flexibility is key. I can’t wait to feel settled in and actually know what my job will be this year, but I will miss my students so much when I am no longer teaching them every day. It has been a great start to the year, and I am so happy to be continuing this adventure at the Hogar del Niño.
Monday, April 13, 2015
As I sit here on the guagua on the way to Puerto Plata with the adrenaline rush from running to catch one guagua to the next slowly wearing away, I feel like I can finally sit back and enjoy the week off. It is currently Semana Santa, or Holy Week, which is the week leading up to Easter in Christianity. As volunteers and teachers at the Hogar de Niño, we also have that week off from school. So of course with all of the free time we have, it is the perfect time to explore this beautiful country! We have decided to head to north to visit the cities of Puerto Plata and Cabarete, as well as explore the island of Samaná. With the closest of those paces being four hours from La Romana, the guagua ride as you can imagine, gave me plenty of time think about what a busy month we have had and to really soak it all in. We had Kris, Father Jim and the HOPE group come volunteer at the school during their Spring break, our loved ones from the states visiting, and have started planning aTalent show at the Hogar. All of those things along with the normal hustle and bustle of our schedules have made the past few weeks jam-packed with laughs, moments of frustration and success, as well as memories that will last a lifetime.
Workng with the students on the HOPE group this year was an unforgettable experience. From the day the arrived at the school, until their very last day at the Hogar, their hardwork and dedication to their mural, in the classroom, and in their relationships with the kids has made me proud to say that they are from my alma mater, Stonehill College. As a teacher that has been at the school since August working with the kids and knowing the ins-and-outs of the Hogar, watching Thomas, Yun, Zach, Marissa, Jamie, Brianna, Meagan, Julie, Ravi, Tom, Kris, and Father Jim interact with the kids and take all of the challenges head on was truly admirable. I can admit than there were plenty of times I could have stepped in when a deaf student wanted to know someone's age or one of my students wanted to know where someone was from, and the communication was just not working. I know that I could have easily stepped in and told them what he student was saying and coud have competely prevented miscommunication and frustration beween the two. But instead, I wanted to see if it was all possible. If one of the volunteers and a student could communicate and understand eachother even though they were from different backgrounds and using different languages. As an outsider looking into the conversations, it was both amazing and entertaining to see the interaction between the two and how the language barrier seemed to be unimportant. They were both able to get the general points across with hand gestures and facial expressions just fine, proving that it indeed was possible!
The students at the Hogar are accustomed to volunteers coming into the school and helping in their classes and extracurricular programs. I truly believe the week that the HOPE volunteers spent with the kids has made an impact on the students at the Hogar. They have seen them change a blank space in their school into a beautiful area for them to enjoy. There were numerous relationships made and I can only imagine the memories that will be remembered. Just the other day, I was very suprised when one of my 4-year-old Kinder students asked when my friends were coming back to teach them English! I know for me, as well as the other volunteers, having the HOPE group volunteering and working with us side-by-side, reaffirmed everything the Stonehill Service Corps stands for. We always know that Stonehill College as a community is behind us supporting us here in the Dominican Republic with all of the work we are doing at the Hogar. But there was something special with having Kris Silva, Father Jim, and the HOPE group there right alongside with us that made it so much more rewarding.
With our lifestyle here being one beautiful day after the next, along with the Monday through Friday, 8 to 4 schedule of school, it is tough for one not to fall into routine and invariability of the schedule. Hearing from our visitors this past month about the gradual change of seasons that is happening back home, along with the occasional snow storm every week that makes things interesting, I am always reminded that no matter how repetitive each day or week may be, each should be treated like a gift. No day is like the previous one and it should be appreciated and lived as if they are different. The HOPE group was a refreshing breath of fresh air because their energy, motivation and kind words reminded me of why I love the Hogar so much and how satisfying my decision to do service was for me and what I want to accomplish in my life. I recieved a palanca, which is a note that each person in the HOPE group writes at the end of their service trip for someone, that really touched my heart from one of the volunteers that I keep on my wall to see every morning when I wake up. The volunteer wrote we as group have inspired him and helped him to define his first HOPE experience; and for that he is forever grateful. To think that I have made an impact on someones experience at the school doing what I love warms my heart and my commitment here worth it.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
On December 3, every student of Hogar del Nino presented, performed or exhibited the projects that they had been working on for a month for English Day. It is hard to put into words the amazing effort, talent and determination that our students put into their projects! There were tears in our eyes because we worked with our students every day and witnessed first hand how hard they worked to prepare their presentations, dances, songs and art exhibitions; we are so very proud of them!
Students in each grade worked on different projects for English Day. The Kindergarteners that Larissa and I worked with sang three Christmas songs; Jingle Bells, We Wish You a Merry Christmas and Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer. Students in first grade also sang Christmas songs and students in second grade through fourth grade performed parts of plays. Students in fifth grade through twelfth grade researched American topics such as cars, American presidents, technology, American films, and tourist attractions. The students from the Deaf School practiced and performed different dances.
I worked closely with two 8th grade classes on their English Day projects and I was so impressed by how hard they worked each and every day! First, they researched about different forms of American technology, such as medical technology, social media, boats and airplanes. Once they recorded their information, I worked with them on presenting their information. We focused on their pronunciation and truly knowing their information so that they wouldn’t be as nervous come English Day. Each grade decorated a classroom to aid their presentations. When I walked into the 8th grade classroom, I was amazed by their creativity and their readiness to present their information to others!
The students of the Sordo School, or the Deaf School, practiced a variety of dances for the month preceding English Day. When they performed their dances, we all had tears in our eyes and were so proud of them because of how amazing of an accomplishment it is for them to dance in coordination to the music of each song. The teachers of the Sordo School as well as Larissa helped the students to practice these dances. They felt the vibrations of the music and watched their teachers to learn them. Their performance of We’re All in This Together from High School Musical was truly a testament to the Hogar del Nino’s mission; all students can learn, succeed, and grow here as long as we help each other!
Friday, January 30, 2015
There´s something strange about leaving your home, where you grew up, where you have years and years of memories, to go to another a place that you also call home. All six of us left our home here in the DR to go to our homes in the U.S.A to be with our families for Christmas. With that trip we left a little part of our hearts at the Hogar. Even just for a month it was hard to leave our job, our students, our lives here, but there is no way to describe the feelings of coming back. The first day we saw our students, it felt like we hadn´t seen them in years. They were all bigger, talking more, acting like little adults; now I think we must all know how our parents felt watching us grow up.The nice thing about a break, is that it allows you to clear your mind and reflect on the past and plan for the future. We came back with more fire, energy and new ideas to finish our last 5 months here stronger then we started our year. Whether it was new teaching strategies, finishing up started projects or starting something completey new, we want to give these last months everything we´ve got.
Our first work day back we had a teaching workshop (let me just say I think that was probably the first one in Hogar history and it was so needed). It was a perfect way to start out our new year.The workshop touched on the idea of how we can better teach our students, and gave us a new understanding of what is best for them and for us.
We are continuing with our english classes in the pre-school and the upper school, also the reading/writing classes in the deaf school, and the after school special ed class. We have started some new projects as well, such as an English Honors program with juniors in high school, as well as a new reading program for Kindergarten and first graders.
I will leave you with a quote:
¨You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.¨