This is a post woefully overdue, but absolutely necessary and, I think, deserving of its own entry. On 14th June, Nowak Primary School hosted a programme of events to mark International Day of the African Child, with Caitlin and I at the helm. International Day of the African Child is celebrated
worldwide on 16th June. It is, in part, to commemorate the thousands
of protesting schoolchildren killed in Soweto on the same day in 1976; in the
21st century, it serves to celebrate heritage and raise awareness regarding the challenges facing the children of Africa.
As has been variously mentioned in previous posts, Caitlin
and I have set up contact with a school in Yorkshire as part of the school’s participation
in the British Council’s Connecting Classrooms initiative. We have been
exchanging letters and artwork, albeit at the will of Nampost’s inconsistency,
but working with staff at England Lane
JIN School, we decided to organise parallel events of celebration in both
schools on the same day.
Having spent a significant portion of my Sixth Year flying
around school on an organisational rampage, I was met with an overwhelming
sense of déjà vu – there were students to move, rehearsals to run, rooms to set
up, programmes to distribute, and an entire school in a hall to watch an
assembly for which I was to be MC. Those of you that know me, or indeed my dearest
mother, well can appreciate that I almost enjoyed being back on familiar
territory. Although perhaps I shouldn’t say that out loud, before anything else
jumps on my to-do list for the last month...
Not to my credit, but to the credit of my students, the
programme was a real success. We had songs from classes across the school, I
had picked out a few students to help with my short speech, our choir did a
fantastic job, and we also had a short play from one of our Arts classes. It
should be said that this particular class are somewhat infamous at Nowak PS –
the very mention of 7A is enough to strike fear, rage or even desperation into
the hearts of most teachers here. Even I would have to say that, given their
behaviour at times, this isn’t entirely unjustified. However, they are a class
full of exceptionally capable performers and some great personalities; we took
a risk and hoped that between their efforts and the old “it’ll be alright on
the night” theory, something would work. It did, and volunteers and 7A pupils
alike were beyond delighted with the results. Their ability to pull their socks
up didn’t go unnoticed amongst the other staff either - another teacher
commented on how good they were to their incredulous form teacher who missed
the event. Brownie points won, methinks. As I said to close the ceremony, I may
no longer be a child and I may not be African, but I felt privileged to have
been involved in their celebration of their heritage and proud to call myself a
volunteer in Tses.
Our off-centre, blury but very talented school choir |
Careful, it almost looks like they're listening to me... |
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