Thursday, January 31, 2013

Seeing Change


I know I never blog.  I have no excuse.  I needed to share this today though.  After the passing of my incredible grandfather, I have made it a resolution to write down the things I learn from my students.  That is a lot because I learn from them daily.  I have also made it a resolution to "show up" and be present for people when they need it most.  This is what made Pop such an example and role model to others.  I created the vision of my Chemistry classroom this year after one of my students I had my first year teaching.  Here is a portion of the vision I wrote months ago: “Jahlyn” is the student that is in the forefront of my mind when it comes to developing a rigorous chemistry class. Why?  I know he (just like all students) deserves a teacher who will do everything in their power to prepare him for any future science classes he may face.  The sense of urgency to prepare him for his future does not end with preparing him for the science field.  He needs to be prepared to face any challenges that may come his way.  He needs to be prepared to exhibit behaviors that are going to result in him being successful in college and his future.  With an excellent teacher, there is no doubt that he will achieve great things. He needs to be pushed to reach his ultimate potential.  I am confident that this will have him on a successful life path.  The creation of this document, “Not Just for Jahlyn”, is an attempt of detailing the mindsets, habits, knowledge, and skills that I hope Jahlyn, and not just him but all of my students, leave my class with.
The real-life Jahlyn is one of those students who you don’t forget about.  He is determined, seeks out every opportunity to further his understanding of the world through experience, is an active participate of bringing change to the Hickory Hill community, and misbehaves when he knows he can get away with it.  He possesses a child-like joyful spirit, that when channeled towards accomplishing a meaningful goal, is unstoppable.  In my 8th grade science class, he was always among the top averages in the grade.  He has potential to be negatively influence by peer pressure, which is why he needs people in his life who are going to settle for nothing less than his best.  Teaching him Chemistry scares me in a good way. I have come to the frightening conclusion that I determine his (and the rest of scholars’) weather.  This weather has major repercussions.

It is amazing how much of my vision has become a reality already.  Not just for him, but for others.  Below is the personal statement he wrote for a summer program for which he was accepted:"Before my mother moved out of the house, everything was what you would call “normal”.  I was a young teenage boy who did everything that normal teenage boys would do. I was incredibly active in and outside of school, and I could possibly answer every question you asked before you would even ask it. In school, I was one with intellectual abilities of Albert Einstein, but the naive attitude of one who didn't care about anything. However, this all changed when my mother decided to move to Fort Worth, Texas my sophomore year of high school. When she first brought up the idea, I paid no attention to it for a few reasons. Mainly, I was too focused on trying to fit in at the prestigious school I attended to see that the most important person in my life would be leaving soon to supposedly make my life better. As she constantly brought up the idea of moving to another state, I consistently brushed it off in hopes of hiding the fear I was feeling inside of losing my mother. Some days I would just go into my room and cry my eyes out for no apparent reason, but as the days for my mother to leave got closer, I finally admitted my fears to her. I cried and told her how I loved her so much and how I would miss her greatly but still support her in whatever decision she made. That night before she left for the bus, she called my sister and me into her room and told us that she loved us. She explained that her leaving us should be motivation to do the best we could in school. She told us how she expected even greater things from us.  Even though she would be in a different state, she still cared deeply for us and wanted us to make her proud.  On that night, I fell asleep thinking about my mother and how I could ease the burden she had on her already by doing the best I could in school and contributing anyway I could at home. From previous school years, people knew me as Jahlyn, the boy who was smart but always getting into trouble; however, when I went back to school after my mother left, I changed my own expectations for myself. I promised myself that I would no longer allow myself to settle for anything but my best, behaviorally and academically. Not only did I make that promise to myself, but I made it to my mother.  I would rise to my true intellectual potential. I promised myself that I would be optimistic as much as possible for my mother. I set character goals for myself to show more initiative for my education and self-control when placed in difficult situations. From that night my mother left for Texas, I found a new life perspective, which was that life may throw bad situations at me, but it is up to me to make a positive outcome from the bad situation I am in. This is why I want to attend Philip Exeter this summer. I know that Exeter will offer me great opportunities to further improve my character as a young man and as a young learner. I am positive that Exeter will allow me to progress to meeting my academic goals as well as my character goals. In the end, I want to attend Exeter this summer because I want to make my mother proud of me while I reach to fulfill my goals that I set for myself on that night that the most encouraging person in my life left to make a better life for me."

I am hoping to make similar promises to myself and to Pop.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Circumstance

Such great circumstance
"God rarely changes circumstance. He uses circumstance to change person."

This quote from church has me thinking hard this afternoon.  It makes me laugh to think about how I named this blog years ago "He Never Changes" partly after the "never change" sign-off when leaving friends and partly because He doesn't.  I have come to find out the latter is the real reason...  I really thought I was just being punny.  I haven't written on this blog in two years except for recently.  It is crazy how much circumstance has changed me as a person over the past two years.  The people I have been surrounded by in Memphis (co-workers, TFA friends, roommates, etc) have imparted impressions upon me.  These people, my job, my rockstar students (who teach me more infinitely more than I teach them): circumstance.  I never thought so much would change about me.  I mean I am about to begin my 3rd year as a teacher.  And as a high school teacher at that.  What?  He still loves me the same.  He is constant when so many things in this life are fleeting.  There is nothing better to be reminded of in seasons of doubt.

A lot of times we pray so hard for a change in our circumstances.  This is our selfish desire to be more comfortable. For me this is finding the right person to marry, being a chemistry content master (even more so than fictitious meth-cooking Mr. White so I can blow up things), removing pain from loved ones lives, the list goes on.  I preach to my students that their unfortunate circumstances don't determine their futures.  What I learned this year from two of them who mean more to me than most is that these circumstances have meaning and purpose for their lives.  The wisdom they have from enduring these circumstances cannot be learned from a textbook, only from experience.  I sometimes get frustrated with not being able to fully relate because we haven't shared a lot of circumstance.  But the day our conversations turned a corner from differences in circumstances to learning from each other circumstances was awesome (in literal sense of the over-used word).  We must use what God has taught us through our circumstances to make decisions for our future.  Who knows what our circumstance will be tomorrow?  The good news is He never changes. 

My prayer today is to be content with the circumstance that I am in now.  Here's to not just believing He loves me so I can be saved, but believing I am loved and not questioning circumstance.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Reflections from Isla

It always seems like wherever and whenever you go to do mission work you come back with similar reflections along the lines of "they are so happy, yet have so little.  Why do I daily give into my flesh and act like a stereotypical American?" After spending a week in Isla Mujeres, Mexico doing dental work with my brother and an incredible group of amigos, I have the exact same reflections.  However, this time I can only ask myself what are going to be my next-steps of action based on this reflection (this is the TFA influence in me coming out!).  But for real.  To those you out there who are reading this (which I am sure is somewhere close to a zarillion), I am going to go ahead and answer a question before you ask me (if you haven't asked me already).  No, I am not going to dental school and no I do not want to be a dentist.  I would never hate on the profession.  In fact, I know that is the perfect job for my brother and others.  But somewhere in between watching many tears during extractions to trying to scrap thick calculus off old, stanky teeth, I regress from the profession that so many others want me to follow.  It hurts to admit it to others and to myself.  I do know that God has given me a heart to serve.  I pray daily that I will continue to serve others where my gifts are used best.  Right now, I am confident that this is teaching in Memphis.  As for the future, I am okay with being unsure.  Trying daily to be okay with living "certain of God, uncertain of the future.  Certain He will lead me."

After this week, I come back to the U.S. with varying fears: that the mass amounts of cockroaches in my house will begin to be able to bit like Mexican cockroaches, that I will once again forget how much I have (material and other), that this sting of diarrhea is actually some parasite eating away at my stomach, that in three years I will realize that I do actually want to be a dentist and will start dental school as an oldish person, that I will begin speaking broken Spanish to those who are unfamiliar, and mainly that I will not act upon the impressions that this week has left on me.  This leaves me with hoping to act with a joyful spirit and thankful heart like those who I encountered on the island.  From Irma who did whatever she could to help and serve in the clinic, to the family of 20 who lived in a small room that contained 4 inches of water after Debby that looked into the skies to thank the Lord above for receiving toothbrushes, stuffed animals, and other things we take for granted from us, to the kids who live in the poorest conditions who smile as the run towards the golf cart to ride with us, to the old woman who tried to hand pesos for her thanks for removing almost all of her teeth. As I return back to my comfortable life (which I try to make as uncomfortable as possible so I continue to be pushed and grow), I pray that I will be a similar example of this spirit to those around me.
Abre tu boca
I know that we have impacted so many lives and removed so much pain.  I know Lauten, my oldest brother, and other dentists have a special gift to serve in a unique way.  I know the people of Isla don't know they have impacted each of us.  It is for this reason that I hope to spend many more summers with my brother and others involved in the non-profit organization he has created (the Smile Foundation) in Isla.
Impacted by both the young and the old
Many smiles! Check out the Smile Foundation here

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Why Teach


Statistics were the reason that I decided to teach in inner city Memphis; now I teach for Danielle, Kenan, Tierney, Terrence, and so many more. I have over 200 reasons to continue teaching, and that number will grow until every single student has access to the education they deserve.  I know that each one of my scholars is as capable of succeeding as those students who are statistically advantaged because of their zip codes.  How? I have seen it in their determination and drive, and I have seen their mindsets be transformed to ones of anticipation of success.  All it takes is someone who believes in them.  Someone who believes in them so much they will never give up. 

            The reality is stark.  In our state, there are students who are more than two years behind by the time they enter middle school.  According to statistics, their education will set only 1 in 10 children to graduate college. But I teach because my students give me hope.  They give me the realization that statistics do not determine futures; only individuals do.  Jeremiah gave me hope when he began to not use his unfortunate childhood as an excuse, but as a motivator.  Courtney gave me hope when she took the initiative to get out my projector to teach a lesson to a classroom full of girls when they had a few spare minutes.  All of them give me hope as they stare back at me a week before the TCAP, hanging on to every word of instruction to prove those who believe in statistics are wrong.  They are capable.  I am confident that my students will be successful.  Not because of me, but because of them.  Because of their hard work and determination.  All that has to be evoked in every student is that same hope.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Suspending Judgement

I am not going to lie, the last three weeks have been rigorous, challenging, emotionally draining, and no way around it: tough.

It is so easy to get caught up in my student's misbehavior and lack of determination that I lose sight of the reason why I am here: to show the love of Jesus Christ to those who are hungry, lost, poor, and broken.

I have been encouraged by a friend to remember "Education for education’s sake is not the end goal. We are Christ’s ambassadors, sent out into the world to bring equality and justice, to bring good news to the poor, and to proclaim liberty to the captives (Isaiah 61:1). Pursue Jesus and love him deeply, even when you think you do not have the time or energy. . If you do this, I know that the Lord will answer your cry. He will make your light break forth like the dawn, satisfy your desire in scorched places, and make your bones strong. He will make you like a spring of fresh water that gives rest and comfort to others and never fails."

It is so good to be reminded in this season of immense change, HE NEVER CHANGES.

One of the strategies we have learned is suspending judgement on students. We should be patient when presuming a reason for misbehavior and lack of desire. You never know what some one is going through. I have seen it all: hunger, probation officers, no one who cares about them, you name it. This strategy has taught me so much and I have seen evidence of this is my TFA friends. It is so great to be emerged in such a diverse group and have respectful conversations about the diversity that exists in our nation today. We are all so different but it never matters. We all have opinions and they are all heard. Judgement is sacrificed for love and support. We do not possess the power to judge; only the power to influence.

To trump feelings of inadequacy as a teacher, I am reminded that:
"His divine power has given us everything we need for life and Godliness through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires"-2 Peter 1:3-1:4

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

I'm Nervous...

... of the when the harsh realities of the inner-city school systems meet my firmly rooted passion for students to succeed.

The past few days have been long and emotionally engaging. It has been awesome to witness a group of highly diverse individuals (diverse in every sense of the word: race, socioeconomic status, geographical location, upbringing, sexual orientation, political affiliation, religion, and anything you can name). Sitting in a room of these individuals and engaging in ideas of ending the achievement gap is one of the coolest things I have ever been a part of. The caliber of these people committed to this cause is simply incredible.

I thought I had a grasp of the education gap that exists today until the stories became real stories and experiences of people who had experienced these realities in the classroom firsthand. There is just something in putting names in stories that make them so much real to me. You become engaged and invested. I know I am in the right place right now because I am fired up about the problem that I will set out everyday to fix. I never once felt that way about teeth.

This passion is what makes me so nervous. I am worried about maintaining high expectations of my students despite being aware of the difficulties that they may be facing at home. There is no denying that something needs to be done to raise these expectations in order for every student to be given the fair chance to succeed.

"This is the time, Memphis is the place."
Be inspired. I for sure am: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yp3DMAHh9s

P.S.: Ironically I am the conservative, Southern, goody-good, Christian, fratty kid in this mix. Which in comparison to most of my friends, this is no where close to being the case. I will take it with pride :) Also, zar is spreading throughout the U.S.! You just wait...

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Life Back to Normal?



So I finally got a computer after lacking a successfully working one for a few months. My fail of a computer resulted in deleted lab reports the night before they were due and a deleted resume. Whatevs. I feel like my life is now back to normal. Normal as in back to my white affluent life in which I take everything for granted? I have had to do excessive amounts of reading for my TFA training and they frequently use the term "white affluent" in contrast to those who live in low-income communities. It is not an attempt to be racist, but I sure hope to not take for granted the many blessing that I have in my life.

The sad thing is, the first thing my mom said was: "You better not them steal that computer." This is the mindset and prospective that I hope to and will avoid.

I mean who even knows what normal even is these days. Let's face it: if you are not weird, you are weird.

So don't feel sorry for me.