Part One
The first job I got after getting a graduate degree, I was in a school system where the Superintendent of Schools hired me to evaluate 72 of their most problematic students and find solutions.
They were mostly poor and black. “Maybe some teachers in this middle-class, white community are uncomfortable with them,” I thought. So, the first year I arranged to pay teachers to spend time with each child after school and then drive them home, once a week. They would meet the family and see how they lived. The plan failed. Half the teachers improved and half declined in comfort level.
The poverty in these families was profound! I applied for federal grants, and the Superintendent provided a wing of a school. I enrolled 50 children above 3 yrs. old, from the families of these 72 students, for an all day, year-round, preschool program. My goal was to prepare them for 1st grade, ready to succeed. They were undernourished, had rotten teeth, and lacked experience for learning to read. The next year I included the 3-year-olds, hoping to prevent the damage, and found they were in the same condition. I hired as many mothers as I could raise money for, to be teacher aides, cooks, and drivers, starting with the ones whose children were most needy. The best teachers I could find were hired, to provide rich classroom programs. Some were experienced nursery school teachers. The teachers had to be as good at demonstrating good parenting skills to mother/aides as they were at teaching the children. They observed that some aides were learning to read along with the kids. We provided transportation, breakfast- lunch-two snacks, health care, as well as many exciting learning experiences.
Each summer we had the use of that whole school building and enrolled the older siblings up to age twelve, including many from the original list of 72. They were much harder to teach, because they had not done well in school and were defensive. A friend with a swimming pool, who was supportive of our program, let us use her pool, and they learned to swim. After that success, they were more willing to take more chances learning to read, write and do math.
Each child was examined by our Doctor on site every year, with their mother present, if possible. They were also examined by our eye doctor and dentist. When the children were found to need more treatment, they were taken to the doctor’s offices.
One of several local volunteers was a blind teenager. She took the most non-verbal kids, in small groups, for walks in the woods, saying “tell me what you see”. They were eager to tell her. When they got back to the school, each child stood beside her and described their walk as she typed what they said. She then made a book A Walk in the Woods with the author’s name on the cover. Those children then learned to read from their own books in class.
One little girl, about five years old, refused to eat. Her concerned teacher tried everything she could think of and then consulted me. We talked and thought about it a long time. Finally, I suggested that she try letting her take a lunch home with her if she eats her lunch here. She then gobbled her food. She had been taking her food home for her family, who must have been very hungry.
I loved visiting classrooms. One day I asked a teacher “what’s the big bowl of soapy water with an egg beater for”? “When Sean arrives, he beats it furiously until he can calm down enough to join the class activity,” she said. Another insightful teacher asked a very shy mother aide to go the front and teach how to tell time. All the kids had made paper clocks with moveable hands. She nervously walked to the front and shyly said “put the hands at the time when we have breakfast”, they all did it quickly. “That is 8:30,” she said. “Now put the hands at the time when we have snack,” “That is 10:30.” By the time she took them through lunch and afternoon snack, they had all learned to tell time.
It is hard to learn to share and negotiate. One day I was talking to a teacher on the playground when 4-year-old Hazel came to her screaming and said, “Derek won't let me ride the tricycle!” The teacher squatted down, held her, and said “tell Derek you’d like to have a turn? “ Hazel happily skipped off. When I turned around, she had him around the throat, shaking him. We spent time and energy teaching them negotiating skills. And when they got to 1st grade, they were better at it than the other kids, according to one of their 1st grade teachers.
Continue to part two on the next blog