Service learning has broadened my horizons on so many levels. It improved me as a whole because I am less bias, I respect people no matter if they come from the richest of rich or the poorest of poor, and by being exposed to such diversity I appreciate everyone’s culture, socioeconomic status, religion and race so much more.
As a teacher you need to be open-minded and not judgemental, and this experience has made me just that. I can not openly say I am ready to step into a classroom alone and teach a lesson, because I have to overcome my insecurities such as public speaking; but I can say I am heading towards the right direction. Service learning in this school has brought out my emotions in such a positive way as a person because I can say that I have laughed, cried, gotten mad, joked around, and been strict with the students in the classroom.
These students brought out the “real” me by opening up to me and telling me about their home lives, who they have a crush on, what sports they like to play, what they want for Christmas, and one boy Micheal* even broke down and told me about the death of his father. I was extremely bias walking into this classroom on the first day, now I realize these students are just like me when I was in third grade, and just because they come from different socioeconomic backgrounds than I did, does not make them bad people.
What hit me on an emotional level was my fourth time at service learning, and I was assigned to work in the hallway with Micheal* on his writing activity. Micheal was writing a story on his father’s death, which I could tell was a sensitive topic for him. He told me step by step on how he watched his father abuse his mother one night, and then shortly after his father died from a heart attack. When he looked at me I was stunned and lost for words, but what was so overwhelming was when he told me, “Miss Ashley you are the first person I have ever told this to, and I am happy I did,” with a huge smile on his face. I will never forget Micheal’s* story, and in that moment I actually felt like a teacher.
This reminds me of Lisa Delpit’s The Silenced Dialogue: Power and Pedagogy in Educating Other People’s Children. It reminds me of her article because I built a strong connection with the students, which allowed them to feel comfortable around me. Also, I was willing to learn about their culture and backgrounds, which made it easier for them to express their feelings with me.