I just returned from a fantastic mission/literacy trip to San Jose, Costa Rica. Our mission was to teach K-8 math and English and to help rebuild St. Elena primary school. What resulted was so much more! Parker Palmer notes that good teachers possess a capacity for connectedness. I agree, and I saw this “connectedness” in our students and my colleagues on this trip. From the moment we found out we were going to Costa Rica until the tearful minutes when we departed, we were all connected to a cause greater than our own: we wanted to connect with these kids from Nicauragua, Honduras and Costa Rica. We packed computers, books, pencils, notebooks, and trinkets into 50 pound duffel bags as we excitedly chattered about the great things we were going to do for these kids!
I now realize that the kids of St. Elena did so much for me and my spirit AND my love of teaching. From the first day that we stepped onto the school grounds, I was moved greatly. The kids loved us unconditionally from the beginning for one reason: we cared about them and their little school. One girl (that I will call Stephanie) followed me around with her word find puzzle well after the lesson was over. She was so eager to practice her English and interact with an “AmeriCAN!” She was precious. One little boy, Derek, kept asking me to write his name with him in English cursive. He loved the way his name looked on the pink construction paper on his desk. An older girl, Patricia, begged me to tell her if we too watched “I love Carly” over here in the United States. Her best friend, Lenea, told me her lifelong dream was to be educated in the beautiful States that were United.
As I reviewed verb tenses with the fourth grade one day, I was just overcome with emotion as I listened to the kids repeating: run, ran, run. or Sing, sang, sung. Their voices were so sweet and so interested!!! I also got tearful as I watched my BU students interact with the kids over a quick game of soccer on their playground, an impromptu pick-up basketball game (using a bucket until we put up a brand new goal/post), an I-Spy game, or a “Spanglish” discussion over lunch. Our students were amazing teachers, and none of them have been formally trained as such YET! I hope that they will in the future. They came on the trip with one goal in mind: to help the kids of St. Elena school, and they left doing that and so much more: they really connected with the kids on so many levels! *As we left, I saw the kids hugging our BU students; I saw them tearfully wave goodbye; I heard many tell us that “I will never forget you” and “I love you” and so forth.
That sense of connectedness came in so many forms: it happened when we taught them a math lesson in our broken Spanglish; it happened when we sat with a group of kids at lunch and talked about life; it happened when we stood in the rain and played soccer with the kids; it happened when they performed a traditional Costa Rican dance for us; it happened when one little girl corrected my Spanish after I slaughtered a sentence! As a veteran teacher, I did not expect to be so moved by this experience of teaching in a different country. Sure, I knew it would be neat, but I had no idea it would shake me to the core. I was so proud to be a teacher and an American and someone who had the great privilege to travel to Costa Rica and do something worthwhile!
Parker Palmer also notes that good teachers make these connections not by their methodology but in their hearts; this could not be more true than on our mission trip. Our emotions, hearts, spirits, and sheer will combined to make those great connections with the kids of St. Elena and with each other.
I learned so much about my colleagues and my BU students (some that I really did not know until the trip). One funny incident that comes to mind is when our group went on a zip-lining adventure. I told the entire group that I was certainly not going to do something as stupid as zip-lining. I was terrified of heights and so forth. Well, I was shamed into participating anyway! However, what happened during that adventure could easily be a metaphor for most of our Costa Rican experience: teamwork and determination. As I got ready to sail through the air on a wire from tree to tree, my students cheered for me (as they did for each other!) Like in a Ropes Course, I gained strength from the various members of my “team,” as they shouted “You can do it, Dr. C!” I did it and came away with a great sense of accomplishment.
Back to teaching: it took each one of us to make our Costa Rica trip successful. We needed Parker for his humor/upbeat attitude; we needed Candace for her determination; we needed Adrienne for her great Spanish speaking skills; we needed Lane for his incredible photojournalism record of our trip; we needed Gaspar for his physical tenacity as he poured bag after bag of concrete; and so on and so on. We needed each other as we delved into the unknown together. And we did it!
As we left the school on the last day, we cried and hugged the kids and hugged each other. Sappy? Maybe somewhat to you as you read this. However to us, it was very real. We made connections. We actually touched these kids, and they definitely touched us.
Perhaps more than ever, I was so proud to be “maestra” or teacher.