When you travel literally across the world as a Peace Corps volunteer, it’s my opinion that you’ve got to have two key expectations:
1) Peace Corps will change me, I want to be changed.
and
2) I will change the world, however minuscule, for the better.
It’s the Spring of my second year, and about 98% of the people I came with (who made the two years) will be leaving this summer. As our Close of Service (COS) conference fast approaches, people make plans to visit and I make plans to visit people who’s sites I’ve never gotten to see, it’s clear that this summer is going to be filled with a lot of reflection.
Before coming to Kazakhstan I knew that being a Peace Corps volunteer was going to challenge and change me in ways I couldn’t imagine. One of those ways has been undeniably my philosophy regarding education.
When I was studying in University there were two gen ed requirements that terrified me: maths. After meeting with my advisor, completely terrified in my Senior year, she pointed out two classes that my quite liberal college offered: Math for Non-Majors and Practical Mathematics. I was the kid who hid her math homework under her bed all through middle school, and the kid who sucked up to the math teachers obsessively to pass in High School. To this day, the very idea of mathematics in an academic setting is enough to make my stomach flop (something I’d better get over, as the GRE is lurking around the corner).
Math for Non-Majors and Practical Mathematics were night classes because the professor was an engineer who worked full-time and GM, and loved teaching mathematics so much that in her free-time she came and taught us. Keep in mind, this woman wasn’t teaching a bunch of engineers who had three kinds of graphing calculators and various rulers in triangle shapes. Oh no. She taught two long math classes a week to people like me. People who want to cry if they find a letter mixed in their math problems. Seriously, let’s keep the letters where they belong- in history, science, English- anything but math!
Utterly terrified, I showed up that first day, hundreds of dollars worth of over-priced textbooks in my book bag, ready to a) cry or b) throw a tantrum about the injustice of it all.
Then, this woman with absolutely Einstein-esque hair, a ridiculous shade of frosted pink lipstick and a terribly professional pantsuit plus heels waltzed into the room. Her personality matched her hair- she had me at that first bouffant hello.
Two days a week we foraged into matrices, parabolas, and yes, letters in our math equations. What was different? Three things.
1) She didn’t rule with an iron fist. She didn’t care if you were working full-time and just didn’t have time to get the homework done, or if you burst out in an explosion of confusion over a sly X that you couldn’t solve for. In sort, she was cool about it. She accepted that not everyone’s forte was mathematics.
2) All of the math she taught- every bit- was supported by a little bit of history about the development of the math and the reason this type of equation or proof was so important. We figured out how much weight a bridge could support, gas mileage, a famous pitcher’s ball velocity- you name it, but it was interesting for people who ordinarily didn’t find numbers interesting.
3) We were required to teach math to the class as a whole. Why? Because when you teach something you have to demonstrate a comprehension beyond the typical regurgitation in most college subjects. You have to show that you are confidant – and you have to grow into that feeling.
In a way, what happened in that classroom were like my intentions for my Peace Corps service. One, I was changed. Math no longer made me want to lie down in front of the nearest semi-truck. Two, I helped other people- suddenly people were asking me (moi! men! ya!) to help them. And you know what I found out? I could help them. Talk about empowering.
So when I came to Kazakhstan, I really had three major education philosophies, or so I thought. One, I should be approachable, fun and genuine. Two, I should always teach and infuse why what I was teaching was relevant. And three, that I should give my student the opportunity to showcase their knowledge and confidence to other students.
Thus far, have I been overly successful with those guidelines? Has my philosophy changed?
Part #2 to come after Skymkent and this holiday break: My Intentions vs. Reality.