Railway Potential
Potential: The first word that comes to mind after a week of teaching Railway Class 8A. The girls have strong personalities, a willingness to learn and seemingly endless excitement. Perhaps even more importantly, our classes have already seen hints of the girls’ creativity come into play. This combination could lead to truly remarkable outcomes from the semester. As the three of us navigate the newness of living and teaching in India, it occurred to me that these girls are simultaneously starting on their own journeys of discovery. We will both be faced with many challenges. As fellows, we seek to find ways to fall into step with the rhythm of Hyderabad and to develop our voices as teachers. At the same time, I especially hope that we can help the girls build their own sense of belonging in the digital world.
Our first three classes introduced photographs as sources of stories, the concept of matching words with pictures and the difference between subtitles and voiceovers. We integrated drawing exercises into each class. One girl drew Kelly and me in India:
We appear to be saluting the Indian flag. This topic was not the assignment (we had asked them to draw a visual interpretation of a letter they had written for homework), but the drawing conjured all kinds of emotions in me. I was touched that Devipriya wanted to draw us and pleased that she gave us bindis and smiles. Mostly, I was curious about the salute. Is she hoping that we will come to love India? In a strange way, the drawing gave me a strong sense of humility. I’m so thankful to have a hand in contributing to the global education of these students. The next several months will be spent working to live up to both the legacy of past fellows and the sense of obligation to the students—who truly deserve a chance to raise their voices.
rebecca michel
June 25, 2012 - 8:24 am
Dana! I am so proud of you! You are amazing, and an amazing writter (no suprise there!) I also can’t wait for more of your spledid Indian stories and adventures! I am missing the sweet and spicy, exotic, hot and humid, romantic and poetic, loud and quiet, the teaching, and the being taught, the orange sunsets and up-side-down stars, the fruit trees and waterpumps, love and life and the humility from my beloved India, being away from home yet feel like you’re there anyway, somewhere only India could give you, and kindred spirit, organized chaos, land of contradiction, the best worse smell you’ll ever experience, humor and comidy, tears and smiles, and most most importantly, being a part of something greater than any One of us. This is India c: I feel as though we’re not an ocean away, or in a different time zone, continient, hemisphere, most likely 12 and a half hours on a different clock. I have a continual love affair with India since I left, so heartbroken in 2009. I can’t
wait until we get to talk about all the beautiful students, people, hearts,
rebecca michel
June 25, 2012 - 8:30 am
It so how cut off….I’m sorry :/ if you’d like, please send me a phone number! I still call other people in and I have minutes! Eat some wonderful food for me! Indian restaurants are ok here but nothing like there! I love you YaYa!……love and prayers, and lillies of the valley, pink and blue thoughts always, Beck xox