My May Project sent me through a whirlwind of different feeling and emotions. I felt overjoyed, deeply concerned, fearful, nostalgic, and exhausted to name a few. The joy came from knowing that I was having some kind of positive impact on the lives of the kids that I got to know throughout this past month. The deep concern came from seeing an alarming amount of kids who are falling behind, potentially leaving them marginalized by society and unable to get ahead. The concern came from a lack of parental support for the kids that the teacher I worked with informed me of. The fear was more of an existential crisis. Sitting everyday in a 2nd grade classroom made me thinking back to my grade school days. I remember them fondly, but the fondness of those memories is always followed by the poignant thought that I’ll never be able to return to them, as well as how I would do things differently if I had the chance. It made the fact that my childhood days are no longer quite apparent to me. I’m an adult until it’s all over. Now, the exhaustion part is tough to explain, but I’ll give it my best shot. Between running back and forth between the classroom and the copy machine (located conveniently in a different building about 60 feet and a couple flights of stairs away), giving drawn out explanations to students who are having trouble grasping a concept, breaking up scuffles, and partaking in intense games of pickup basketball, the exhaustion made its mark on me by the end of each day. I would say it was worth it.
I spent my May Project at North Side Community School, a PK-5th grade charter school located in North St. Louis in the Kingsway East neighborhood. One of the perks of this is that I had the luxury of being able to walk to and from school. This saved me a lot on gas (Hooray for sustainability). A typical day panned out like this: I would arrive at 8am and report to Mrs. McGull’s 2nd grade classroom. I would do whatever tasks she requested of me, whether it be fetching copies, grading tests, making homemade dough, among others. Sometimes, I would take the initiative of answering some of the student’s questions when they raised their hands, and I think I did a decent job. Lunch was as 11:30. My time between 12pm-5pm was spent in the gymnasium with Mr. Bailey. I would assist him throughout his sequence of classes throughout the afternoon by helping set up and run whatever sports or activity he had planned for that day. Soccer, basketball, battleball (dodgeball), and egg/spoon races were the most common.
An interesting part about my time a NSCS was being given a nickname by a lot of the kids almost immediately. They called me “Hakeem”. This nickname came from Hakeem Lyon, a fictional character from the TV show ‘Empire’ played by Bryshere Y, Gray The kids swore up and down that I resembled this guy so that’s what they decided to call me. It wasn’t too long before I would hear students shouting out “Hey Hakeem!” when they passed me by. I wasn’t too familiar with the show or anything, but I didn’t mind the nickname, even if I think I’m not all that convinced that we look alike. It came to the point where some kids thought it was my real name.
On a more serious note, some of the things I witnessed in the classroom were somewhat alarming. There were some students that couldn’t quite wrap their heads around some of the content that was being covered, while other students were able to keep up. A student that stood out to me was named Brandon. When he was called upon to answer a question, he often had a blank stare on his face, mouth agape as if he has no idea what is going on. When he did speak, he was very quiet, which came across as showing a lack of certainty. One thing he did that didn’t bode well with his teacher, and I imagine this would be the case with any teacher, was when he was given a worksheet and would fill in answers at random, leaving words misspelled when often word banks were provided in the margins of the page. I was very curious as to why some things just didn’t stick with him and why he refused to do his work correctly, even though his improvement on his tests showed that he was capable. Ms. McGull, when I spoke with her about it, stated that a big part of the issue with a lot of the students is a lack of parental guidance and support with their academics. Whenever Ms. McGull would inform a parent that their child was struggling and needed help, the parents would sometimes refuse to heed those warnings and sometimes respond in a confrontational manner, aggressively claiming that there’s nothing wrong with their child. Ms. McGull was one of a handful of African-American teachers at NSCS and the rest were white. Some were very young and fresh out of college. It was brought to my knowledge that taking a job in an inner-city school like NSCS presents these graduates with higher wages, which has an obvious appeal. The fact that some of the teachers were white presented the possibility of there being a disconnect between the students and their teachers which Ms. Mcgull clarified for me. There are a lot of things about growing up in an impoverished, inner-city, African-American household that a white person privileged enough to receive a college education just wouldn’t understand. The issue of relatability between students and teachers could, without a doubt, cause issues. I know that I, for one, am more receptive to those who have gone through similar things as I have, mainly similar struggles and shortcomings.
In areas where the parents may not be doing all that they should be, Ms. McGull make a tremendous effort to pick up the slack. It was evident that she was very passionate about her students learning and had very little tolerance for nonsense. When a student’s behavior was unruly, she would often note how those behaviors won’t fly in the context of the real world, which is what all those kids will have to face some day. There was a fair amount of tears shed in the classroom by the students, often the result of being upset or frustrated about something. When a student started to tear up because he didn’t understand a problem, Ms. McGull sternly reminded him and the rest of the class that they will never find the answers that they’re looking for by crying or throwing fits. Not only did she want the kids to learn the material, she wanted them to be more mature and rational, making them more fit to thrive in their academic and professional lives.
It wasn’t always a strict environment. During my 2nd week at NSCS, the students were taking an online standardized exam that tested their math and reading skills. They must have done a similar test at the beginning of the year, because at the end of their testing, Ms. McGull compared their new scores to their old ones. All 19 students had made significant improvements and I couldn’t have been prouder. I couldn’t help but smile as the kids came over and gave me high fives and fist bumps while eagerly telling me what scores they earned. Ms. McGull rewarded their high marks by putting together a class party where the kids all enjoyed snacks, beverages, and each other’s company.
I found my May Project to be a very meaningful experience. Being someone who the students could talk to, crack jokes with, and look to for help was very gratifying. Some of these students I discovered were even my neighbors, and most (if not all) were St. Louis residents, meaning that in the future, the paths that they carve out for themselves in life can and will affect the community and potentially the world that we all inhabit. It is my only hope that these kids continue on the path of becoming educated and avoid the turmoil that comes with being raised in a low-income area. This project also made me very grateful that my parents, despite not having much, chose to put education first with my sisters and I by making sacrifices and finding a way to get 3 kids through private school from elementary school all the way to college. It also compels me to want to really make something of myself so that all their hard work, as well as mine, are not in vain. I did a lot of thinking and I had a fair amount of fun during my May Project, and I’m walking away from it a changed man. Thank you.