Emafini Primary School
August 1, 2016
Today my goal was to teach an inferencing activity with the
book The Name Jar by Yangsook Choi in small groups. “It’s a new country, a new
town and a new school for Unhei” just as
it is for this American teacher. The main character, Unhei has just arrived
from Korea with her family. She is
anxious about making friends and worries that no one will be able to pronounce
her name. As the learners gather around anxiously at the make shift table I
understand Unhei’s fear as I introduce myself and attempt to pronounce their
names as they strategically pronounce them for me. Rather than introduce herself on the first
day Unhei decides to pick a new name. The problem she faces is that she doesn’t know what name to choose.
I decide it will be beneficial to introduce the book in the
form of a picture walk. As I turn each
page the students’ eyes appear to dance upon the pages as they take in the
vivid illustrations. I explain that when
you infer you come up with your own story based on the pictures and that every
learner’s story will be somewhat different.
Modeling the first page as Unhei peers out a window I begin to give
detailed and varied examples that the learners can relate to. Next, I ask for their
ideas. As I have come to understand the
Xhosa culture more with each passing day it is not unusual that the students
just gaze back at me with no response.
Children respect their elders and rarely speak as it is not the
norm. After much coaxing and assuring
them that I want to know what they are thinking a few girls express what they
think Unhei is doing peering out the window. I began to read the words as the
students parroted the words with each turn of the page. At the beginning of the
lesson I gave a brief description of the book asking the children if they found
themselves in another country like Unhei would they keep their given name or
change it. I didn’t want a quick answer,
I wanted them to ponder their decision.
As I read the last page I could sense each child had their
answer to my question. As they reluctantly shared it was unanimous that they
too would keep their given name. “I like
who I am and my grandmother gave me my name,” muttered Khanya. Me too, agreed Anganathi Nombayeka. My name means God knowing and my mother gave
it to me. “This is who we are agreed Sinomtha. I could change my name to Amanda
but that wouldn’t change who I am.”
I explained that our literacy activity would be to create a
visual representation of their name. They could also include its meaning,
symbols or words that defined them. With
much excitement they began to create their names on the brightly chosen paper
with vivid colored pencils. It was at the very best a surreal moment as they
began their journey to self-expression of who they are based on someone else’s
vision of who they would become.
Next, Mrs. Khosi
invited our group to watch the 5th, 6th, and 7th grade choir. As the words bean
to seamlessly flow from the mouths it was a sound so indescribable that words
cannot define it. These children sang
with confidence and harmony. It reminded me of many of the spirituals I heard
as a child growing up in the South. The rhythm penetrated every fiber of their
being effortlessly. I was briefly transformed and felt at home in the Xhosa
culture surrounding by the warmth and acceptance that is humanity.