I really do feel like I’ve taught my students all sorts of
useless things. In my very first lesson with Class 4 (which, by the way, feels
like a million years ago) I taught them what a narwhal is. You know, those
whale-type creatures that have a horn like a unicorn? Everyone needs to know
that! And the science behind a sunburn. (“Madam, you are no longer white. You
are red! Why?”) And that a cold day in Ghana
is like a hot day in Canada …
But the most important thing I’ve taught them is Creative
Arts. This week has been midterm exams. Last term I gave them tests on the
principles of design, art knowledge, etc. How boring. I clearly hadn’t figured
out yet what CA is all about. This time I gave all my classes a blank sheet of
paper. And they drew whatever they wanted.
When I first arrived I liked CA, but wished I was doing
something more. Which I got to do. I’ve taught a variety of things as well as
taking on the younger kids CA and Library classes as well. And yet, somewhere
along the line, I’ve fallen in love with teaching Creative Arts. I’ve always
said that education is the key to a kids future. I still believe that. But
there’s more to it than that. Creative Arts lets kids just be kids. My school
is an amazing school and it absolutely prepares them for whats next. Seeing the
JHS 3’s studying literally 24/7 has proven that! But school is all about the
results, and the memorization, excercises, homework, and project work to obtain
the best possible marks. When people ask me how the school system is different
from ours back home it’s a simple answer: Canada ’s is way more interactive.
So that is why my exams were blank pieces of paper. Ready to
be drawn on, coloured, and designed. And I was impressed. Not only did they
draw, but a bunch of them decided to use my origami book and fold their papers
into all sorts of things, and then colour that instead. Finally, some
creativity!! These kids are amazing; their enthusiasm never fades. I have 10
days left. I seriously have no idea how that happened.
But I’m leaving with a sense of accomplishment, a sense of
goals met. My time in Ghana
has literally been nothing like I would of expected. But I can’t for the life
of me remember what I thought it would be like. What I know now: I want to come
back one day.
Talk soon,
Sarah xoxox