At my college graduation we had two women speak on their roles as educators. One woman in particular stood up at the podium and professed her excitement to the audience by rejoicing- “Imma teacher! Imma teacher!
I heard these words and I felt so inspired for my ministry. I discerned towards an international position as a high school teacher and I was beyond excited. It’s quite a fantasy- moving to a remote tropical island and teaching. Now almost a year later I can tell you I have many moments where I feel exhausted, ready with excuses and more willing to push off grading this paper, preparing for this class, and so on. Granted the work always gets done, but recently I’ve been focusing a little too heavily on “what’s in it for me?”, rather than “what’s in me for it?”
My ministry here is so much more than the box of “just a teacher”. It’s about the effort of relationship. I’m also a coach, mentor, confidant. I am more than the 45 minutes my students and I spend together each 2nd period as I stand in a classroom, often discouraged, and dishing out lesson plans and tests. My students won’t remember the tests I give them, they will remember if I cared about them. If I showed interest and excitement in their interest and excitement. If I allow for laughter and time during class to have a break and get a little off topic in an awesome topic. They will remember if I came to their performances and their sporting events. They will remember if I sat down with them and talked to them one on one. It’s amazing the things that consumed me as the worst possible scenarios. I find myself laughing- the first time a student was disrespectful, the first time I got some sass in class. And I remember the times that students were excited to get me as their mentor. Or when they are happy I joined them for volleyball. The first time I was thanked for an awesome class. They will remember all the things about their teacher, just as I remember all the things about my teachers.
I’ve also learned the importance of allowing room for my students to teach me. Either they can correct me on a mistake, remind me of the importance of letting go of grudges, or try to tackle these ever so present issues that affect teenagers lives.
A little tale: I bought a ukulele in hopes to play a little diddy. I recruited Orpha, one of my outgoing freshman, to be my instructor. She now works with me during breaks to learn the basic chords and strums. One of these times I could not figure out how to strum the uke.
“Orpha, how do you strum to this song?”
She looked at me with a smile as she tried to come up with the words.
“I don’t know Ms. Pifer, You just FEEL it!”
No, Orpha, I don’t feel it…
“Orpha, how do you strum to this song?”
She looked at me with a smile as she tried to come up with the words.
“I don’t know Ms. Pifer, You just FEEL it!”
No, Orpha, I don’t feel it…
However, I’ve gotten a little better day by day. I think it means a lot to students when they know they can teach you something and it’s not just a one way street.
I base my entire History class off this principal that we are learning together—I have things to teach you about culture, but you have many more things to teach me about how you live this culture out in your daily lives.
I’ve been in awe of my students lately. For instance, one of our Juniors Decy, came in third place in the national Maryknoll Pope Francis Essay Contest. Out of 8,000 applicants and she was picked. She is quite amazing and here is a link to her winning essay!
Our Seniors are earning scholarships and admission to great universities all over the country! I am honored to sit with them as they write essays on the importance of their culture, a right to education, how they are powerful females, want to be an architect on Yap to combine new structures with old traditions, nurses to improve health on Yap, and government officials to create long lasting change for this country. These sessions of working on essays can be tedious and overwhelming (God bless Pat for being so diligent in college counseling) but in the end these students have matured and grown in their confidence to pursue their desired outcomes in life.
We held an evening of Prose & Poetry in which 22 student performed skits that had the entire audience rolling on the floor with laughter. Skits about the Disney mom’s, Who’s on first?, reenacting the scene from Willy Wonka in which Violet turns into a blueberry, marriage counseling session, and that dreaded person you have to talk to at a funeral. They did so well and really blew the audience away. They are so talented. And that’s a part of our mission at this school. To give students a place of refuge where they can partake in activities in which they can express themselves. Whether it be acting, robotics, sports, music. It’s here. And it is so refreshing to work at a school where this education of the whole person is well established within our students.
Fr. Ciancimino came to campus for a month. He observed our classes and helped give guidance in how to better provide for our students. He also gave an incredible speech about the vision and dream of our school. Fr. John H, a very funny Yapese Jesuit I hope to meet one day, came to the NY province with a vision and dream to start a Catholic high school on the island.
Do you have teachers? No
Do you have students? No
Do you have desks, pencils, books? No
What do you have? I have a vision and a dream.
Do you have teachers? No
Do you have students? No
Do you have desks, pencils, books? No
What do you have? I have a vision and a dream.
And look at it now. 4 years later our school sits on a beautiful campus, basketball court, administration building, and we are almost finished with a chapel. We received the highest ranking for schools in Micronesia and are a real hope for this community. I’m investing in that dream. I was having a discussion with my Freshman and told them once you finish here you will move on to your desired fields- doctors, lawyers, and teachers. “Hey, you could even be the President of the FSM!” I was always told that as a kid. And yes, it seems a little crazy for me. But, it didn’t seem that crazy of an idea as I said it in class. “You can be president” is not far from there reach- and that’s incredible.
So there you have it- a very honest look at my students and my role as an educator. I have many things to work on as a teacher. I have many talents that I haven’t allowed myself to take notice of, yet.
More effort never hurts. More attention to my students never hurts. True compassion is asking “what more can I do?” without assuming there is a reward or benefit in it for myself. So, an attitude I can change at any time- I just have to change it. Is to take on this approach of not what is in it for me, but what is in me, all my effort and love, for it…?