Thursday, August 20, 2009

The First Bell

It took several false starts. “Tomorrow. We’ll start tomorrow. That is, those teachers who are ready to begin – they will start tomorrow.” After several days of teachers preparing their classrooms and finding textbooks and administrators assigning class sections and preparing rosters, school begins at last.

This is it.

This is what I’m here for. All of the planning, preparation, thinking, arranging; all the getting here; the month of orientation: everything brings me to this moment – to teach.

I arrive at the classroom at 8:15 a.m. sharp, fifteen minutes early. I wait for my first period students in 11th grade honors English 11A to arrive. No one shows up. Not one. Four days after my other classes have begun is the first time I meet any of my first period students. I’ve already stopped asking why things work or don’t work here in the Marshall Islands. Actually, I don’t mind easing into my teaching load, teaching only 4 classes at first – 11th grade English levels B and C before lunch, 10th grade English B and C after lunch. Next week, they tell me, they’ll move 11A to 7th period (2:30 – 3:25) instead of 1st period (8:30 – 9:25). Many of the students are Mormons and have started their day with an early-morning religion class from 6 – 7 a.m. Whatever. Starting early and ending early would better suit my biorhythm, but it will be fine.

My second period students trickle in. I take my first good luck at their school uniforms: jungle green shirts and black slacks for the boys, matching green pleated skirts and white shirts for the girls. Both boys and girls have the logo for Kwajalein Atoll High School stitched on the shirt pocket – when they wear the uniforms, that is. Besides the ordinary teenage boundary testing, there are the problems of living on Ebeye. A parent of one of my serious students sends in a note: “Please excuse my daughter for not wearing her uniform today. Water problems on Ebeye.” I ask my student whether the rainwater catchments are dry or whether it’s something else, and she shrugs and says, “They’re working on it.”

The students are wonderful – so hungry for learning, so committed to getting an education. But they’re teenagers nonetheless, dealing with normal adolescent issues like hormones and identity, as well as big social issues like high suicide rate, early sexual activity, and readily available mild narcotics. Many of my students already have teeth stained red from beetlenut chewing. I’ve already made it a class rule that going outside to spit needs to happen between classes, not during my class. One young woman was absent “because she had a miscarriage,” said the school secretary.

School has begun.


  1. Marci, just checking in. Keep posting, we want to hear about your adventures... And don't forget all your friends, here, too!

  2. Forget? NEVER!!! and by the way, checking YOUR profile, if you figure out how to get permanent magic marker off of school desks, let me know. Unfortunately one of my students autographed his tablet desk and made the mistake of including the date, which incriminates me, the slacker teacher that let this go on without noticing it. Gulp.

  3. Marci, It's great to read about your adventures! A furniture repairman showed me how he used steel wool pads (the softest ones possible, not the gritty SOS kind) to get surface stains out of wood. I don't know if you have access to steel wool but if you gently rub the stain with the steel wool it does a pretty good job of rubbing out surface stains, or at least makes them fainter. I have even tried this on painted white wood that has a gloss and it works reasonably well. Obviously you have to go gently if the surface of the wood has a gloss. If the wood doesn't have any gloss on it and the marker has penetrated the wood, this probably won't help.

  4. thanks! it turns out baking soda and water and plenty of elbow grease worked -- along with detention for good measure!