Project-Based Learning

This year I was so busy in my classroom creating projects. In total, my students created 14 videos and three "books." Because there is no academic calendar here I had no idea when the year would end. The last day of class was one month earlier than I expected it to be so I had to work around the clock with my students to finish the projects on time. Thankfully we were able to achieve our goal and complete everything. Now I have the enormous task of evaluating this brilliant work of my students! See for yourself:

Videos:

Guide to Mauritania: 

• Part One: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nRghZSXcc2k
• Part Two: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8HMtPSdjgA&feature=related
• Part Three: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRL8ZVsiP4w
• Part Four: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74meZS_cdJU&feature=related
• Part Five: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrRcGRMlq5Y

Classroom Solutions Year 1

• Part One: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVGO5FfHXTw
• Part Two: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxF4lEYz9SY
• Part Three: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYC3h0sKkkY
• Part Four: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxQ8-ulmUWA

Classroom Solutions Year 2

• Part One: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2V1qysP6UQw
• Part Two: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_CgLl0BjK0
• Part Three: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWWPWY2xKI4
• Part Four: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GotAVtfFv7k

Documents: 

• Guide: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/12307289/GuideENSMAY2011.pdf
• Strategy Book Year 1: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/12307289/StrategiesY1ENSMAY2011.pdf
• Strategy Book Year 2: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/12307289/StrategyProjectY2May2011.pdf

Today

"Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence and toughness multiples toughness in a descending spiral of destruction."

- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Off-Campus Poetry

I was struck by the irony of the arrival of the distinguished writer Mukoma wa Ngugi, who arrived at the University of Nouakchott amidst violent strikes that resulted in the indefinite closing of the entire campus. Due to the current crisis, the University was forced to hold all of Mukoma wa Ngugi's lectures and workshops at an off-campus location. Unfortunately, this negatively impacted the potential impact these programs could have had, as not as many students were able to participate. 

Mukoma wa Ngugi is the son of the world-renowned writer Ngugi wa Thiong’o, who happens to be my all-time favorite writer. Ngugi’s writing focuses heavily on the fight against corruption and cultural imperialism. In his recent book, Something Torn and New, Ngugi "argues that a renaissance of African languages is a necessary step in the restoration of African wholeness." The power of language is at the heart of the struggle happening on campus, where the students have become sharply divided based on ethnic and political lines. The arrival of Mukoma wa Ngugi during this time of turmoil seems like something out of a novel itself. 

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to attend any of the sessions due to scheduling conflicts with my classes at the teacher training college. However, I did have a chance to meet Mukoma wa Ngugi during two evenings of entertainment that consisted of marvelous blues music and poetry. It was a genuine honor to hear his perspective and listen to his stories. 

I wish that more of the students could have participated in these programs. I hope that Mukoma wa Ngugi inspired the students to fight injustice using their pens instead of throwing rocks, the faculty to design courses that teach creativity and self-expression, and the administration to embrace a new era of transparency and equality.

I am from...

These are some of my favorite poems written by my students this week as part of a class project: 

I am from the high mountains, the mom of my country, 

the tall amag jar that joins the sky with the earth

I am from the brown rocks, tall palms, and smooth golden dunes

I am from the hospitality in peace and courage in war

I am from the generous Acheilal and smiling Zriba

I am from the tall mosques, old books, and shiny circles of knowledge

I am from the Kesra and Tichtar, black dates and white zebda

I am from the hot sun, air stream, and stars’ jewels on the sky’s neck

I am from circles of music, nights of poetry, and firing chara

I am from having fun, creating friendship, and diving in music

-Mohamed


I am from the landscape from mountains and deserts

I am from the lakes and oasis

I’m from wind, light, and heat

It smells like a flower and tastes like a matured date

It’s like the garden of heaven

I’m from the land of actors, land of weapons and fighters

I’m from the land of the Holy Qur’an, peace, libraries, history, and clergymen

I’m from hospitality, tolerance, and knowledge

I’m from poetry and music

I’m from the land of turban, boubou, and sandals

I’m from Aich vindi and milk, fried corn, foamed tea and porridge

I’m from good nature, tattoos, and pretty brides

I’m from swimming, playing, and reading

I am from happiness, friendship and generosity

-Saad


I’m from Aioun, the land of landscape, and the land of hospitality

It is the same as when you’re in green paradise full of fantastic scenes
It’s comfortable and suitable

I’m from the carpets, pillows, and tea

I’m from Cheikhani, Salme Vall, and Mohamed Vall

I’m from listening and sharing information with each other 

I'm from my mother put tattoos monthly and my father drinks tea

I’m from thinking twice before you act

I’m from going to the mosque each time to pray

I’m from mechoui, couscous, and Ballakh

I’m from the hot, sunny, and the rain

I’m from the celebrating and inviting each other, cooperating and helping brothers

I’m from swimming and playing football

-El Hussein

I am from the forest, trees and grass, breeze and harmattan, the mountains and hills

I am from axes, shovels, clay jars, bowls, and tadit

I am from Aly, Aida, and Aicha

I am from the daughter who never breastfed her son in the presence of her father

I am from the son who never smokes in front of elders

I am from calves and making tea

I am from milk, barbeque, and couscous

I am from leweid and the blind boy games

I am from the hot summer and flowers in the spring

I am from cattle and sheep

I am from ponds, puddles, and the mountains

-Sidi

I’m from where the breeze blows

I’m from where pillows replace beds

I’m from Ndeye, Sedik, and Elhadj

I’m from laaban-
when the aunt of the married woman should go with her to see whether she is a virgin or not

I’m from studying, working, helping others, and visiting relatives

I’m from an affectionate mother, playing with others, always fighting

I’m from the caste system where slaves cannot get married to their masters

I’m from tiere, rice and fish, carow, and mafe

I’m from hot and windy

I’m from cultivating rice and vegetables

I’m from looking for information from the net and commenting

-N'della

Redefining Roles

Last year I was assigned to teach a class called "Oral Expressions" for pre-service teachers. I decided to do a video project, the first time I ever endeavored to use technology in the classroom. I only had twenty students and it seemed like a good way to have the students practice their presentation skills while also having fun. 

I decided to do the same project again this year. Like last year, it has been a learning experience for me. Yet all of the planning and hard work paid off on the first day the students starting filming and returned with huge grins from the joy of filming in the "real world" and being taken as serious journalists and actors by everyone they encountered. This brave group of students dressed up as Pizzorno workers (public sanitation), old men, museum staff, villagers lost in the city, and nomads. Amazing!

Yesterday morning we started editing the video footage and a deep feeling of pride welled up inside of me as I watched my shy students turn into talented actors. We are a long way from finishing the project but I can't wait to share it... 

Goat on a Leash

Hilarious!

Spellbound

Today I showed the film Spellbound as part of a movie series I started in December on the campus of the teacher training college. The monthly movie club has been a lot of fun and hopefully it helps our teacher-trainees to see some other teachers in action. I also invited University students and in-service teachers to join us because we have plenty of space!

Some of the University students who came decided to play along with the movie by spelling out the words with the movie contestants. I saw them writing down the correct spellings as they were read. At the end of the movie they came to ask me how to spell logorrhea, the final word from the movie. A teacher came to the rescue and spelled it for them. Of course I had no idea!

I wish that all movies could be so interactive- it makes watching it so much more engaging! Many of my students reported that this was the best movie we have watched so far, although that could be the subject of a great debate!