Sometimes,
in the middle of class, as I’m writing formulas on the chalkboard, I have a
spontaneous moment of reflection. I start to think, here I am in Mozambique
teaching math in Portuguese to 60 some 9th graders. How crazy is
that? At the end of the day, sometimes I have taught 5-6 hours back to back. I
am amazed that in a few short months I have learned enough Portuguese words to
be able to fill that much time, and sometimes without notes!
How did
I get here? Since I first turned in my application I knew that I really wanted
to teach math in the Peace Corps. There are only a handful of countries that
have Math Education programs so I was thrilled to be invited as a math teacher
to Mozambique. Despite very frequent warnings that I would probably teach
English instead, I hoped and requested and begged for math during all of
training and after arriving to site. And I got it! But as I feel those 60 pairs
of eyes on me and 60 pairs of ears listening to my American- accented
Portuguese I sometimes start to think, am I crazy??
My
school is better equipped than many in Mozambique. There are almost enough
desks for every student, there is a large blackboard in every classroom with
plenty of chalk for all of the teachers. Every student comes with notebooks and
pens for each class. And the classrooms I teach in are located on the 3rd
floor, with a nice sea breeze and views of the ocean. Not bad…
Students
are organized into Turmas and stay in their one classroom for the whole day
while teachers rotate in and out. All students wear uniforms, sing the
Mozambican national anthem before school starts, and stand up to greet each
teacher as they enter the room. The teachers all wear batas, these white lab
coat-looking things, which are polyester and super hot (temperature wise,
definitely not attractive wise). But the up-side is that they also help cover
up the fact that it’s a million degrees and I’m sweating like I just ate thai
chilis mixed with habaneros and wasabi. 11th and 12 graders meet in
the morning for classes, from 7am to 12. Then in the afternoon the 8th,
9th, and 10th graders have class 12:30-5:30. So I usually
spend the mornings planning and grading then I go to teach all afternoon.
After
not teaching the first week of school because the schedule wasn’t ready,
classes started full force in week two. I had three turmas with 90 students in
each class, but luckily the schedule was just changed to divide up the number
of students. Hopefully I will have about 70 students in each class when that is
finalized.
I’ve
been facing a lot of challenges I expected to face as a first year teacher, and
some that I hadn’t even thought of. I’ve been spending a lot of time just
trying to figure out how to organize lesson plans and grading. But it’s the
small challenges that are also surfacing. For example, I had no idea how hard
it is to write in a straight line on the chalkboard! (I have so much respect
for all of my teachers who made this part look easy, not to mention everything
else). Plus, I am still trying to figure
out how I am going to learn all 273 names of my students.
But
everyday it is getting better. After one particularly brutal day when a class
was getting out of hand, I was walking away from the school feeling
particularly exhausted. As I passed a group of 6 year old girls with my bata slung
over my shoulder, one started yelling “Acunha, Acunha,” the word for foreigner
in Koti. I’ve gotten used to being called out like that and I was prepared to
just forget about it, as usual. But then another girl replied in Portuguese,
“No, she’s not an Acunha, she’s a Professora.”
I was
smiling for the rest of the walk home.