teaching, learning and living around the world
“Here’s my makutano – an encounter with two adorable local girls while I was splitting concrete blocks for a house build in Guatemala.” -Sally Reams
A quick makutano kind of conversation between my colleague Sean in Cambridge and Teacher Jackline in Kenya. Sean writes:
It was a few weeks ago, but the conversation stuck with me.
“Teaching is hard work,” she said.
“Agreed.” I took a sip of coffee and stared at the ceiling. Trying to think.
“But I love it,” she said. Jackline is authentic. She speaks quickly, like she can’t waste a second. I love it.
“What’s the hardest part?”
Jackline said something like: “During independent practice? I have 28 pupils. I have 15 minutes. That gives me 30 seconds per pupil.”
Thanks Jackline. I love hearing about that struggle. That struggle to reach every pupil. I have no simple solution to it. I just want to identify with it, and think about it, and talk to more teachers about it.
I love that exchange. I love how much all teachers have in common, even when our contexts are so different.
Love has no labels. Love has no race. Love has no religion. Love this. That’s what makutano moments are all about. The connection at the crossroads.
A fantastic exchange of greetings between my colleague Kelly and a class 8 pupil. Kelly writes:
“Hi Humphrey! How is your morning going so far?”“Good morning Teacher Kelly, it is good.”“Why is it good?”“Because I woke up alive!”(Humphrey breaks into a huge grin.)…Happiness requirements, re-calibrated.
Beans & Rice ni makutano kabisa.