Aaaahhhh, summer: time to relax and enjoy. And if my
husband's consulting business (Customer Centric Selling - Bosworth and Kenney)
should take him to a distant country, I'm going too.
Last July, I had the opportunity to travel along with him to New
Delhi, India. Because I teach my sixth-graders about ancient India, I was
familiar with the country's history. I could even sound somewhat
knowledgeable about the Harappan civilization, but really my understanding was
very superficial.
July came, and I was finally going to see for myself what I had
only read about in boring history books. To add to the excitement, I had
set up an appointment to visit an Indian school. Here is my journal entry of my
visit.
July 6, 2011-
I have been told for the past several years
that the Indian schools were light years ahead of the United States in science
and math. Every time I heard this, I defended our educational system and made
assurances that we taught critical thinking skills, as well as equally
important subjects like writing, music, and art. I imagined the Indian children
sitting properly at their desks, repeating the answers to algorithms.
It was with these expectations that I set off
to visit Sachdeva Global School. I had chosen this school because of its flashy
web page and commitment to technology-based learning. Prior to coming to India,
I made a bold request via the Internet and asked them if I could drop by their
school for a visit. To my surprise, after reviewing my resume, they agreed.
The school is located in a suburban area of
Dehli. Sentinel high rise apartment buildings line the wide streets, which
gives the neighborhood a sense of modernity coupled with orderliness. I entered
Sachdeva Global School, located in a modern two-story brick building, and was
checked in at the guard's station. Several people waited for me at the
reception desk. They looked worried and whispered frantically to each other.
Finally, a woman came forth and asked me,
"Didn't you get the director's email? She had to attend to a personal
matter and is not able to be here. Is it possible for you to come back
tomorrow?"
I assured her that I had checked my email
before I left for the hour drive, and had not received any notices. I began to
question whether I had overstepped my bounds. Who did I think I was? Did I
think they would just except any stranger, willy-nilly?
I decided to be even bolder, and I asked the
receptionist if it would still be possible to have a quick tour of the
facilities. After more discussion between the staff, two women came out and
said, but of course, they would show me the school. Thus, we set off, one math
teacher, one preschool teacher, and myself, to walk through the pristine
campus. I must have looked like the Cheshire cat; I was grinning from ear to
ear with excitement.
The school services students from preschool to
high school. Each classroom had twenty-five polite students. (I was told by
another Indian that this private school had difficult entrance requirements and
was quite expensive.) When I walked in to each class, the students all stood up
and in greeted me in unison.
I was pleased to see that the children still
had to be reminded to walk, just as our students do at my school. However, they
were expected to walk with their hands clasped behind their backs and to greet
the adults as they walked by, using the terms "Ma'am and Sir." They
had impeccable manners.
In the classrooms, while they used green
chalkboards, they also had Smart Boards. Several teachers gave me
demonstrations of how they utilized this technology to instruct the students.
The teacher would click on a learning topic, and the students would listen to
the automated directions.
Although I did not see it presented, the math
teacher told me that they also used a strategy called Vedic Math to help the
students access the learning. It is somehow based on ancient Vedic schools of
thought. She was shocked that I had never heard of it.
The school has two computer labs, but I did
not see computers in the classrooms. One of the teachers told me that the
students were not allowed to bring computers to school, nor cell phones. If
they brought cell phones, they had to be checked in at the office.
During reading instruction, the students used
textbooks. In fact, as I walked through the rooms, I noticed the teachers using
textbooks for most subjects.
The teachers are required to post their
monthly syllabus online. The parents can also access the homework worksheets,
including the study guides, and any information about important events.
The teachers meet often, but not on a
scheduled basis, to collaborate on instruction. They give many formative
quizzes, in addition to summative tests (sorry for the teacher jargon.)
The school employs many ancillary staff
members. They include two technology aides, one western dance instructor, a
traditional Indian dance instructor, a piano and guitar teacher, an art
teacher, a roller skating instructor, and a water play aide. I was awed by how
the school encouraged the arts and creative expression. My initial assumptions
were incorrect.
There is also a language component at the
school. All of the students are instructed in English, although they may be
given assistance in the early grades in Hindi. They also have an option of
learning French, Hindi (written), or Sanskrit as a third language when they
reach the secondary level. I saw children copying English sentences in journals
in the primary grades. I was told that as they progress through the grades,
they write answers to more open-ended questions in their journals.
The cafeteria looked like a deli. The children
in the primary grades are expected to eat the school lunch, which is carefully
crafted to include healthy foods. Signs are posted all over the school,
reminding the students to avoid junk food.
After my tour, my gracious hosts directed me
back to the reception area, where I was led into the headmistress's office.
They brought me a lovely finger sandwich, along with some cold juice. I was
stunned by their kindness and told them that they must let me reciprocate in
the future.