Aambe!

Aambe Nwiijkehn!  Let’s Go, Friend!

Starting something new can be daunting no matter who you are!  Starting a new job, a new school, a new class, new relationships…..

Today I started something new…Teaching full Time at Fleming, It doesn’t matter how long I may have been here at Fleming in other capacities, this is new! -and exciting, and scary!  All joking aside, even if we’re good at something (or think we are) there’s always something new to learn.  This cohort of new FT Faculty is starting something new….building new relationships and a Circle of support .  I think that this is great, when you start something new, it’s nice to have new friends to “trip along beside you”, as you fumble your way through WordPress….Twitter and the dreaded D2L!

We are all at different levels of understanding and capacities……..me I am enjoying my time on “The WordPress” and “The Twitter”

Baamaapii  See you Later

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Dibaabiiginan – “Measure it”

Rubrics…..grades….weighted….

Coming from an Indigenous Perspective, and my own perspective (not ALL Indigenous Perspectives), I have always struggled with the entire concept of judging another individual’s progress or the worth of their learning.  whenever I am grading papers or designing tests, I look for opportunities to push past asking students to “regurgitate” what I have said in lecture or the examples that I have provided and explore their own.  I am constantly “checking myself” and exploring Why? How? and When? So I placed it upon myself, to find out when and where the resistance I was experiencing within myself began.

So here’s my story….

I was privileged to grow up in a home with my grandparents whom, although they grew up in some of the darkest times of Canadian history for Indigenous People, were also very encouraging and inspiring in their resilience.  I LOVE and craved Indigenous Knowledge from as far as I can remember, I was a sponge. I would sit around the corner in the evenings when I was supposed to be in bed, and listen to my grandparents retell stories,support each other through tough times and slip in words and phrases in the Language (Anishnaabemowin or Lenne Lenape).  So when I became a young adult, every opportunity to listen to Elders and Knowledge Keepers was a magnet to me.

As it turns out, an amazing opportunity presented itself.  A new job I started was bringing in an Elder to offer us Teachings.  This Elder, fondly referred to as “The Old Man” was the Rock Star of the Traditional Indigenous Community.  People from all over Turtle Island would travel to see and hear him recount his life and the Traditional Teachings that were literally illegal to speak in the not so distant past.  I was pumped, I bought a new journal to record this opportunity, I brought extra writing utensils and I arrived early so that I could sit at the front of the room.

When “The Old Man” came into the room, I prepared myself, and when he started speaking, I hunkered down and scribed every word.  Suddenly I noticed that it got really quiet.  I was thankful….I had already fallen behind and needed the extra time to catch up.  The silence stretched on, I added the final period to my sentence and prepared for the next nugget of valuable information.  I slowly felt a presence beside me.  I am not sure if it was his shadow, or that the silence had increasingly grown heavier.  I turned and looked and “The Old Man” was standing over me and not looking pleased at all.  I was devastated.  What had I done?

“The Old Man” began speaking slowly and deeply, enunciating every syllable.  His interpreter right beside him, adding to the humiliation.  At this point I don’t think anyone in the room needed his words interpreted.  The Old Man was so dedicated to keeping the original format of his Teachings that he only spoke Anishnaabemowin.  By speaking only Anishnaabemowin, he was able to emphasize the importance of seeking out the knowledge and working for it, but also inspired every single one of us to learn to speak our original tongue.

He relayed to me that by transferring his words to paper and pen, I was transferring the responsibility of keeping it to them.  He asked me what would happen if I lost the book, if my pens ran out of ink?  Would I create an excuse for not knowing what I so intently recorded onto the blank pages?  or what he said?  He also asked me how the paper and pen where going to capture the feeling of his words, the expressions on his face and in his body when he spoke them.  He also wanted to know what I was going to do with the written words?  was I going to share them?  If I were to share them they should be my words, not his regurgitated, that by retelling them I could reanimate them with my experience.  But if I were to take from the written page, they would be hollow and without spirit.

I did not know what to do.  I could feel my face getting crimson and rising in temperature.  I wanted to crawl under the table, or run out of the room.  I swallowed my pride, apologized and hung in there.  All focus and ability to absorb what was being said for the rest of the afternoon was gone.  I just wanted to make it through the day and go home.  When the day was final over, I quickly made my way to the door.  I was just about through, when I heard someone call me by my Traditional name.  I stopped and turned around.  It was the Old Man. I didn’t even know he heard me at the beginning, when I proudly introduced myself Traditionally in Anishnaabemowin.

“What did you learn today and How are you going to use it?”  (In English)

I looked at him like a deer in the headlights I am sure.  I wanted to say something smart, something acceptable and yes something that would get me out of the door as quickly as possible.  I couldn’t get the words past the lump in my throat. I was sure that if I attempted to say anything a flood of tears would precede any words.  He thoughtfully placed a hand on my shoulder,

“You are exactly where you are meant to be, you have learned exactly what you needed to learn, and you were fortunate to hear exactly what you were meant to hear.” (In English)

At the time I just nodded my head and hoped he didn’t see my chin shaking.  I made my way to the door and went home.

Over the years I have had many opportunities to repeat his words.  Always with love and kindness.  Whether it was to one of my students, to my son or to one of the many young people that have found their way into my life, and are feeling bad because they are comparing themselves to someone else, or trying impossibly to reach the top of an unattainable goal.  And even to myself.

We all learn, hear and experience what we need to at any given moment.  What’s really important is that we can identify:

“What we learned, and how we are going to use it.”

Niish “2”

This will be my second hopefully of many blogs!  I am really enjoying the New Faculty Experience, and getting to know people for the first time and also getting to know people better!

I especially enjoyed “Kahoot”.  I like to get students involved and having fun.  Some of the topics that we cover in GNED49 can be dry or depressing (Residential Schools) and ir can be hard sometimes to turn the mood of the room.  I feel that I will definitely use Kahoot as something new-as well as others.

Chii Miigwetch for everyone’s time and commitment to this process…there are so many gifts being shared!