If my career in higher education is curtailed, I’ll apply to teach Spanish at this school. Teaching languages to African American students is the easiest, most enjoyable thing ever. The students are very lively and participate in roleplaying and language experimentation eagerly and happily. Every one came up to me, introduced themselves and engaged me in conversation. These are high-schoolers, by the way. Normally, one doesn’t expect from them great feats of sociability with middle-aged strangers.
I’ve observed our student-teachers in an all-white school, and the silence was deafening. Everybody had the largest broom up their anal cavity. Students ignored my existence completely because nobody told them to acknowledge it.
Both ways of being have positive and negative consequences. But it’s definitely an experience to teach a more boisterous group. Out of the 10 students in the classroom today, one had to be removed by security. Three more had to be coaxed extensively to participate in group activities. Two of them were on something that made them sluggish and unresponsive. But I love working with students with behavioral issues. I’m bizarrely good at it.
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