Friday, June 29, 2012

Book’s Blog 3

Introduction
The Freemans introduce a powerful poem written by a very experienced intermediate school teacher, Rusty DeRuiter, who had just begun teaching developmental reading to struggling high school students at the time of writing this poem. He wrote this poem late one night as he tried to understand both his students and his own frustration with teaching them. Rusty was asked to teach these students because of his success with intermediate school students in his rural, agricultural district and because district officials did not know what to do with the growing numbers of students who were dropping out of school. Most of Rusty’s students were of Mexican descent.

The Poem

I Don’t Know What to Do
Rusty DeRuiter

I don’t know what to do.
So many angry faces
Who have heard all the teacher
Promises before.
For too many years
They have been put down.
Too many teachers
Who have given up.
Who have not understood.
And now it is big time.
High School.
Time to show and shine,
To be cool with compañeros,
To be tough.
It’s tough to start school,
Especially when you are
Angry with life.
Having to ask for money
From parents who don’t have it,
Wanting the right shoes,
And shirts and pants.
Needing to make your mark early.

I will complete this poem later, in comment, to show that he understood his students’ need for being able to understand, read, and write the academic language of school. It is interesting and illustrates that teachers, across the country, are faced with classrooms filled with large numbers of students who struggle with the academic demands of school. Like Rusty, other teachers want to know how to help these students. With the current nationwide emphasis on standardized tests, exit exams, and other high-stakes assessments, attention has been given to students who lack the language of school. Many of these students are English language learners (ELLs) and struggling readers. Reports from educational agencies and literacy educators have begun to focus on the need for helping these students develop academic language, and academic language has become a kind of buzzword at conferences and in-service presentations.

The Freemans offer teachers an effective framework based on research to teach both language and content. They provide a resource to improve reading and writing skills while supplying the academic vocabulary necessary in the content area. They explain that the focus of the book is to take the reader into the world of the classroom using the information “from researchers, teacher educators, linguists, and practitioners in order to clarify some of the confusions about academic language and provide suggestions for how to help ELLs and struggling readers succeed in school.” (p. xvi). The seven chapters in the book deliver critical components for teaching academic language, the nuts and bolts about who needs it, “what it is, when and where it is used, the problems that textbooks cause, different aspects of academic language, how to write objectives to teach academic language, and how to engage students in effective instruction to build academic language proficiency” (p. xvi).

1 comment:

  1. Here is the poem:

    Fathers and mothers
    Come home late
    With peach fuzz and grape juice
    Deep into their fingernails,
    With the smell of sweat
    And the pain of swollen
    Feet and hands,
    And cuts from shoulder
    To fingertips.
    The fields are mean.
    And the parents dream
    Of success for their children.
    “You need to work hard, mi’ijo,
    To get the education I never had.”
    It is the parents’ heart cry.
    But they don’t understand
    The classroom pain of not knowing.
    Of not knowing the big words.
    Of not understanding what
    The teacher says in class.
    And of not asking
    Because you are
    Expected to know.
    Because this is high school.
    And the look you get
    When you ask for help
    Just one more time.
    Mom and Dad know
    The pain of the fields: But
    They do not know
    The pain of school.
    Pretty soon you don’t ask.
    You learn to smile.
    And day by day the wall
    Grows taller.
    Walls of words and sentences
    And paragraphs and pages.
    You learn to look busy,
    To be always looking for the answer.
    You learn to use María’s knowledge.
    To sit close to her,
    At the right angle,
    So you can see her paper
    And the teacher can’t see you.
    Tricks.
    Tricks of being a student
    Without being a student.
    Shine ’em on
    And yet the pain is there.
    Times of embarrassment when
    It doesn’t work out right,
    When your compañeros
    Are reminded of what you can’t do.
    In the quiet wood-paneled room,
    Protected by night’s blackness
    And the familiarity of my big chair,
    The unwanted tears slowly well up
    And fall gently on my bare chest.
    The anger, the fear,
    And the deep sorrow
    Fill my mind and my heart.
    I know not what to do.

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