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I've been on the run for 19 years---that's right, ever since I was in diapers. I wasn't always an outlaw, though. Somewhere far in the east, in a land they call Palestine, I came to this globe through Jerusalem. Over there, my kin and I were just like any other folk: basking in the beauty of the land, bustling from town to town, visiting folk, eating good food, and having a downright good time. Then, us countryfolk moved west, where I've been living as an outlaw for the past 15 years.
Life in the east taught me the necessary skills I needed to survive. I learned mannerisms, piety, and how to maintain the homestead both for myself and for my family. The east taught me about what family means and its importance. I saw the good, the bad, and the extraordinarily ugly (I saw these in the west, too), but all have guided me in becoming the outlaw I am today.
When I came to the west, I became an outlaw by challenging norms and venturing outside the bounds of customary society. Here, I was introduced to city-folk, and I learned how to read and write amongst them. They reshaped my way of thinking, and I was introduced to a different way of living---far different than the way of the east.
Yet, the way of the east remained in my heart, and I longed for the days of sultry simplicity. As I embark on my journey towards becoming a teacher, I hope I can figure out what brought me to the west, and if the journey was worth it.
Becoming a teacher is more than a solitary expedition. It's an opportunity to teach others about how different we are. You see, difference doesn't beget division; difference bonds us together like chicken in a coop.
Now, I ain't the brightest star in the sky, but I got some knowledge in my noggin. I've lived two lives: one in the west, and one in the east. The west is all about civilization: working, schooling, and commuting to and from. The east is all about culture: praying, celebrating, and getting together. I've garnered quite the perspective living these lives, and I've got a lot to share with the youngsters and my fellow teacher-folk.
A glimpse of the east, situated at my abode in the west.
To the youngsters:
I can't teach you how to be an outlaw, but I can teach you all about the west. I come from alien land, so I see the west through alien eyes. No, not that kind of alien! I mean foreign, immigrant eyes. The world ain't a prairie; there's deserts, jungles, icebergs, mountains, and more. I'll be sure to teach you about just how diverse this world is, and I'll be sure to incorporate my own experiences as well. I want y'all to open your minds and explore all four directions of your compass. If it leads you west, go east! If it leads you south, go north! Knowledge is your compass, it'll guide you towards making sense of this globe, and I am your bearer of knowledge.
To my fellow teacher-folk:
I may know a thing or two about lassoing naughty students, but I can't share those secrets. Instead, I'll tell you all about schooling in the west. You see, you'll come across all sorts of folk in your teaching career: countryfolk, city-folk, non-English-speaking folk, Jewish-folk, Italian-folk, Malaysian-folk, indigenous-folk, and many, many more. Now, I can't speak for any folk except my own: Muslim-, Palestinian-, and alien-folk. I've got plenty of knowledge about those folk, and I keep it hidden under my hat. Why else would it be so big?
My "hat" collection.
You see, I know my way around a horse. If you stand near its rear, it'll knock the bejeebers out of you. What I don't know is my way around the west. Sure, GPS helps, but there's other areas I need to learn to navigate.
I will strive to learn from others' experiences so that I can pack more knowledge into my noggin. In order to do so, I will open my mind to unique perspectives that differ from my own. My philosophy of teaching depends on combating ethnocentrism. To educate my future youngsters, I must first explore vast and various opinions and use that knowledge to minimize bias.
Alright, no more fancy talk. I figure we've been blabbing for quite awhile now, so let me put my hat down and tell y'all one last thing.
Growing up in the west, I always saw schooling as an escape from the daily commotion of life. When I sat down in the classroom, my teacher had my full attention, and I was eager to learn more and more each day. Now that I'm aiming to become a teacher-folk myself, I see that school isn't just an escape. It's where us youngsters go to figure out who we are before we figure out where we are. The world is big and mighty, and it requires more than good boots and a long lasso to round up all its inequalities, inner workings, problems and answers. My students will learn to tackle this large feat before venturing on their own. I'll allow for a hunk of opportunities for them to explore their interests and define themselves. I'll tell them all about the east, and how vast and beautiful the globe is, and encourage them to step outside the grasslands and into the wild.
Besides focusing on social reconstructivism, I'll push for a progressive learning style. My students will be challenged both individually and collaboratively through projects. They'll learn to not only acknowledge unique perspectives and individual opinions, but respect them as well. I'll serve as their role model by exercising this important skill.
Life in the west has moved past the cattle-wrangling days and towards a more diverse, complex civilization, mirroring the collective diversity of the globe we inhabit. If I were to describe my students as cattle, and myself as their wrangler, I think I'd offend a valley-full of folk. Instead, I view my students as pieces of big, mysterious puzzle, with myself as a part of that puzzle already. I've (somewhat) found my place, and I'll guide my students towards finding theirs. Even if they don't fit into the overall puzzle, I'll encourage them to go make their own.