Eggplant Parmesan

2 posts in 2 days?? Unprecedented? Yes. Winds of change? Sadly, no. Just a short comment on a couple of unexpected things that happened to me in the last few days. First off, remember my complete lack of a green thumb? Well, it must be slightly reversible as I have eggplants! That's right. Turns out, my enormous, yet worthless eggplant is not as barren as I initially expected. This weekend, I came home to no fewer than 6 little eggplants that quickly became medium sized eggplants. Now, I mentioned a few months back that I don't really care for eggplant. This turns out to be not entirely true. I quite like 1 eggplant-based dish in particular - if you haven't already guessed, it's eggplant parmesan (seriously, if you didn't guess that, you might consider some critical thinking exercises). This leads me to unexpected thing number 2 - so do the kids in my cooking class. Seriously, if someone had told me last week that I could get these soda and chips guzzling kids to eat eggplant, I would have laughed. I only chose the recipe because a) I needed to use up the eggplant and b) I thought it would be great fun if the kids cooked me dinner, but they gobbled it up! If I were a really good PCV, this would morph into a summer gardening/fresh vegetable cooking extravaganza, but it's REALLY hot in the summer. We'll have to see. For those of you who are interested in trying the Vincy children approved recipe, here it is (from www.allrecipes.com).

Eggplant Parmesan

3 eggplants, peeled and thinly sliced
2 eggs, beaten
4 cups bread crumbs
6 cups tomato sauce
16 oz mozzarella cheese, grated
1/2 cup parmesan cheese, grated
Fresh basil to taste

1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F
2. Dip eggplant slices in egg, then in bread crumbs. Bake for 5 minutes on each side.
3. In a 9 x 13 baking dish, spread sauce to cover the bottom. Place a layer of eggplant slices in the sauce. Sprinkle with cheese. Repeat with remaining ingredients, ending with cheese.
4. Bake for 35 minutes or until golden brown.
5. Enjoy!

Laboring Under a Misapprehension

Term 3 began Tuesday at Emmanuel and I was actually excited to start. Over the break, I thought a lot about my Form 1 reading program and decided to make some pretty significant changes. Last term, I focused primarily on a handful of students who needed the most help and only sporadically read with the other students, if at all. This is a good strategy, since the students who are furthest behind need the most attention, but I hated neglecting the other students - in the end, they are ALL in the remedial program. This term, I have more free time since I'm no longer teaching the Integrated Science course (that's right, we're getting an ACTUAL science teacher), so I'm going to use that extra time to work with every student in my Form 1 class (all 40). I've created reading groups of 4 students and each group will meet with me twice a week, every other week. We'll read a story and work on critical discussion the first time, then the second time we meet, I want the students to write something about what we've read and discussed. I will still spend extra time with the few students who need the most work, but this way every student gets the opportunity to improve. I was especially excited about this method, because there are also a handful of students in this class who I think could be quite good readers, with some practice. I kind of hoped that if I worked with some of the more motivated students, perhaps they could improve enough to get out of the remedial program and into regular classes. I understand that the remedial program is a necessary part of the school, but it's certainly not a pleasant one. There is a huge stigma associated with the program - it's called the dunce class by students and teachers alike, there are lots of behavioral problems and many teachers don't even bother with them at all. For these reasons, I was excited at the possibility of getting even just one student out of there. Excited, that is, until I ran the new program by the Form teacher, who told me straight out that no students were going to be moved. They were labled "remedial" from elementary school and would remain "remedial" throughout high school. And no amount of improvement would change that. Which leads me to the question...what am I doing here? If these kids are being marked as "failures" at the tender age of 11 (which is when many of them take their high school entrance exams) and there is no opportunity for them to move away from that, then what am I doing here? Sure, any reading help is good and necessary, but it's not going to solve the central issue, which is, of course, if you consistently tell a kid that he is a failure, he will FAIL. And barring all possible exits from the remedial program tells the kids just that. That they are failures, that they will always be failures and that no amount of work could possibly prevent them from failing. Plus, students in the remedial program are so far behind in the curriculum that if they do beat the odds and make it to Form 4 (the remedial program ends at Form 3), they'll be so far behind the non-remedial students that no amount of work could catch them up. Which I think is the ultimate argument for moving motivated students up NOW, while they still have a fighting chance. As it stands, these students are simply being conditioned to fail, which, in the end, fails us all.

Parent's Visit

My parents flew out early this morning. I think they really enjoyed their visit to St. Vincent. They were only here for a week, so we didn't get to do nearly as much as we wanted, I guess that's how it goes. We spent 5 days in Bequia, the closest Grenadine to St. Vincent. We stayed in this really charming apartment called The Nest. The complex is called The Three Trees and it's made of three apartments stacked on top of each other, kind of like a tree trunk. Each apartment has a wrap around wooden veranda with amazing views of Port Elizabeth. It was nice to wake up and have coffee with a view before the daily tourist-ing. One of our tourist-ing activites was a sailing expedition to Mustique, another Grenadine. We went on this boat called the Friendship Rose. It was built in the 40s to carry cargo between St. Vincent and Bequia, but has recently been refurbished to carry tours between the Grenadines. The man who built it is still the captain! It took us a little over an hour to sail to Mustique, where we de-boated and explored the small island. Turns out, not that much to explore. We walked through all the shops, had ice-cream and collected sea-shells...then we still had a couple of hours to kill before lunch! I guess Mustique isn't treasured for it's activity!
Back in St. Vincent, we got a chance to walk around and my parents met some of my friends here. I was happy for them to see my community and understand more of what I do. I think they return today with good memories and a better understanding of life in Mespo.