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I must share that "Ms. Math" is my teacher-superhero alter ego. My first year of teaching I had a lovely young lady who simply couldn't bother to remember my name, so she called me Ms. Math. "Ms. Math" found a way to connect with this especially challenging student, so this persona is my source of teacher strength!

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Dr. (Mrs.) Erin N. Nagarvala School

My past two days have been spent at a school here in Pune called the Dr. (Mrs.) Erin N. Nagarvala School, and it has been phenomenal in many ways.  First, we got to meet and spend much time with an exceptional Indian woman, Ms. Jasmin Dalal, the school's principal, as well as her family.  The school is actually two, both a day school and a boarding school, and Ms. Dalal lives on the grounds of the boarding school with her father and twin sons.  One of her sons, Mikael, picked us up each day to drive us to school.  Upon learning that he's only been driving less than a month, we were nervous at first, but he successfully navigated the chaotic traffic to deliver us safely each day.  Her other son, Armando, along with Mikael plays music and attend a local university here in Pune.  Ms. Dalal's father was a charming old man who looks after the business and financial needs of the school.  These are pictures of their house on the grounds of the boarding school.
Beyond just getting to know this lovely family, the school's generosity, hospitality, and warmth was sincerely moving.  Not only were the students enamored with us to the point they wanted autographs, but the teachers welcomed us into their classrooms and spent an extensive amount of time talking with us and exchanging questions.  The students had prepared cards, and we were formally welcomed at the primary school assembly of the Day School yesterday.  Today, I was again welcomed at the secondary school assembly of the Boarding School, and we were ceremoniously welcomed with flowers and the bindi at the primary school assembly.  The second standard (grade) class had also prepared a little song and dance that they performed for us as well.  It was adorable, and if I can get the video to upload, I will surely post it here!!
In addition to everything, I thoroughly enjoyed sitting in on the many lessons with the various teachers. At the Day School on Tuesday, I was able to sit in on eight full classes (35 minutes each!!) to simply observe.  I got to see the same teacher teach three different lessons, which was fun.  Today at the boarding school, I saw four classes, two each from two teachers.  I also spent a lot more time talking with various teachers from the school.  
I think I should describe the school day a little before I go on...  Each school day begins with an assembly in which students recite a prayer, a pledge, sing a song (which I assume is the national anthem, but I forgot to ask), and share a word about character.  Then, there are three 35 minute class periods.  There is no built in transition time, because the students stay put, and the teachers move from class to class.  Then, there is a snack break, followed by three more 35 minute periods, a lunch break, and the final three 35 minute periods.  The schedule each day is different as far as what courses there are and in what order (something I also observed earlier this summer in Costa Rican schools).
The instruction is very different, but also very similar.  For one, lecture-based, teacher directed instruction is the norm, but is a necessity as each class has about 60 students in it with only one teacher.  Despite this, the conceptual nature of the lectures stood out to me.  One other element that really stood out was that students NEVER write or take notes while the teacher is talking, in fact, they are reprimanded if they do so.  The teacher lectures, describes, writes on the board, asks questions, etc. and the students listen and answer (often in chorus, or they are called on individually and stand to speak).  Only after that does the teacher say, "Now write. Fast." and the students copy what's been written on the board.  This was the case in every lesson I observed. 
The teachers teach directly from textbooks provided by the Maharashtra state government, and all exercises come from there.  A typical lesson includes a lecture from the teacher, 1-3 exercises from the textbook completed by the teacher on the board, then exercises completed by the students on their own.  This means the teachers have little prep work, and it also accommodates their moving from class to class.  However, the teachers do put their own spin on the lectures, whether it is using the walls of the class to demonstrate intersecting planes, or hand motions for vocabulary like lines and rays, or taking time for revisions (review) when they see students have forgotten things they should know.
And. There are NO calculators.  Ever.  The students do everything by hand, but are taught ways of computing that are efficient and simplify the processes.  For example, when solving an equation such as 26 = 6.5 x H, they first changed 6.5 from a "decimal number" to a "decimal fraction," making it 26 = 65/10 x H.  Then, at the step of (10 x 26) / 65 = H, they performed cancellations (dividing out common factors) to compute the answer as 4.  They said there are "two fives in 10, and thirteen fives in 65" and there are "two thirteens in 26, and one thirteen in 13" to get the solution of H = 4.  This sort of computation was commonplace, and students had mastered their knowledge of factors, much higher than the 1-12 times tables we learn in the States.

I know this post has been long, and perhaps uninteresting, but one major observation I have made is that as different as education is here, so too is it the same.  We've talked so much about contrasts and contradictions as a group, and the stark differences and surprising similarities in teaching and learning are one.  I think I have much to take back to my own classroom from these observations, whether it is as simple as sharing vocabulary variations or as complex using calculators less often to employ computation strategies in order to promote numeracy (I'm clearly not concerned about literacy from the structure of that last sentence).  
There are so many more things I have observed that I want to share, but perhaps that will require a second post.  I'll close with some of the vocabulary variations I noted in my classroom observations:
1. For fractions, like 2/3, we say "two-thirds" or "two over three."  Here, they read a fraction as "two upon three" or "AB upon BC."
2. simplify a numeric expression = solve the number
3. exponents = indices
4. math problem = sum ("do the next two sums in your textbook" regardless if it is a mathematical sum)
5. width = breadth
6. trapezoid = trapezium
7. z = zed
8. review = revise
9. Pythagorean Theorem = Theorem of Pythagoras
10. vertical angles = vertically opposite angles

More pictures...
Gifts we received from the school.  The top is a paper lantern decorated with tribal art from a tribe indigenous to Maharashtra, the state in which we are staying.
The dormitory at the boarding school where the kindergarteners are about to have a nap.
A beer I had yesterday at the dinner where we rode the auto-rickshaw.
Sandy and I socializing with the primary school teachers at tea time before the assembly.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Namaste, y'all!

Whew!  It's been an overwhelming few days to say the least, but in the best way possible!  Let's start with the flight.  What sucked about the flight: nearly sixteen hours, screaming children, parents indifferent to screaming children, one-hour sleep increments, no leg room, in-flight entertainment malfunctioned.  What was cool about the flight: chatting with my fellow participants, free alcohol because the flight attendants thought it was cool we were teachers, Wreck It Ralph and VEEP on my iPad, reading, airplane Indian food.  Upon landing in Mumbai, we cleared customs quickly, gathered our luggage and boarded a bus with Ravi, our tour guide for the duration of the trip.  
After the 45 minute drive through Mumbai to our hotel, Trident Nariman Point, we were greeted and adorned with the traditional bindi.  Just wait until I upload pictures of this hotel, it was super fancy!  We had a view of the Arabian Sea, another oceanic first for me this summer (my first view of the Pacific was in Playa Grande, Costa Rica).  By this time, it was nearing midnight on Saturday evening (local time) and we had been traveling since late Friday morning.  Exhaustion got the best me, and I opted for sleep instead of exploring Mumbai.  
The next day, we departed on a bus tour of Mumbai, with a very knowledgeable guide, Mala.  Our sights included a train station, a Jain temple, the hanging gardens, a public laundry, and some shopping, in addition to a constant narration of everything we passed on the drive.  The train station was busy by American standards, but quiet by Indian standards, as it was Sunday.  
The Jain temple was exceptional.  This religion is strict in its beliefs about the preservation of life.  They are vegetarian, but do not eat roots, carrots, or anything that grows below the ground to prevent killing microorganisms when digging up the plants.  They entered the beautifully decorated temple with their nose and mouth covered with a scarf to prevent inhaling and killing and microorganisms in the air.  We were fortunate that they graciously allowed us into their place of worship to observe and take pictures, a privilege not often afforded to tourists.  
There weren't any hanging plants in the hanging gardens, but it gets its name because the plants grow in about 3-4 feet of soil suspended on top of a massive water reservoir.  
The public laundry was fascinating, I can't wait to add pictures to this post!  Ninety-nine percent of people in Mumbai us a public laundry, where a dobhi (I might have that spelled wrong) or laundry man comes to collect clothes and linens, washes them, and delivers them back.  The miraculous part is that no soap or machines are used, but rather what we would consider "old fashioned" methods of hand washing and line drying.  The pictures will give you context for what this looks like.  
Our last tour stop was to a small craft shop where we were able to look at and purchase gifts.  I bought a traditional Indian shirt, that I believe is called a corta if my memory serves me correctly (which it may very well not, as I'm currently exhausted).

After our tour, we had a little down time during which I walked along the water in front of our hotel with a friend.   Following that, I feel asleep in my hotel room until it was time for our group dinner at the swanky Cricket Club of India, hosted by a SAS executive.  The dinner was lovely, and afterward, a group of about ten of us decided to take on the adventure of going to a bar for some music and a drink.  We were hoping for a grand adventure, but it turned out to be a pretty average evening in a pretty average bar.  
This morning, we departed Mumbai in the heavy rains of the monsoon, and made our way here to Pune (pronounced poo-nay).  
Upon arriving, we had lunch, then heard from many speakers on the state of Indian education and the movement to improve education by NGOs.  Finally, we were led around Pune to gather our bearings, and two friends and I settled on trying the Indian McDonald's for dinner.  My Masala Grill Meal was delicious, and for a whopping 120 INR ($2), I was full from dinner.
So far, I am most impressed with how "go with the flow" the people are here.  The traffic is insane, and stoplights and signs are mere suggestions.  The real traffic laws are expressed in the intricate language of never-ending car horns.  Cars and motorcycles whiz around, but there is no road rage at the constant cut-offs and near-collisions.  People walk in the streets, darting in and out of traffic at any point or place.  The people here are also very proud of their country, and it is evident in the way they are sharing it with us.  Like I said, the pictures can do it more justice than my words, so hopefully I'll be able to upload some and attach then to this post!  

Tomorrow begins school visits, and I will try (keyword: try) to blog each day this week!  As we've been saying on the bus, "Namaste y'all!!"

A few other photos:
Durham Public School teachers!
A Buddhist peace march in response to Sunday's bombing:
Buffalo!
Trains:
Nariman Point, Mumbai (Bombay):