I interviewed my 84 year old grandma about her educational experiences in America, as well as Africa. I call my grandma “Shosho” because that is the Swahili word for grandmother. My Shosho went to a one room school house in grades 1-8. The typical class size was 45-50 students with one teacher. Her one room school house was just one big room with three windows on each wall, a door, and a blackboard at the front of the class. The floors were wooden and not sanded so it was easy to get splinters. She said it looked like what a modern day workshop would. But she said the one room school house has “no comparison to schools today.” They had one textbook, a writing tablet, and played hide-and-seek, dodgeball, and drop the handkerchief. …show more content…
The girls always wore dresses, and the guys typically wore overalls. During the summer they wore no shoes. The dress code we have in place in schools today is there because there is such a variety of what people wear. For secondary school, Shosho was bused to a county school where there were very few kids, only 13 in her grade. It was during the wartime so there were little to no boys in school with her. They would go to the gym for PE and play basketball. For lunch, because she was from a poor family, they took biscuits and scrambled egg sandwiches. She never had a cafeteria system during her schooling. She was taught reading, writing, and arithmetic. They did not have religion as a core subject, but a volunteer missionary came once a week and taught Bible stories. There were not many rules during her time in school, but there were a few basics. They could not talk, and especially not talk back to the teacher. They would be punished by spanking or whipping. If they did not do their homework, although they rarely had any, that was punishable by spanking. If they threw spit balls at other people, they were punished by having to stand in the corner on their
If she breaks a rule or is disruptive during class, she will be given a conduct mark as well as a sad face on her notepad for the day. Each week the sheet will go home to her parents for them to sign and
Everyone also had assigned seats in the church. The young boys would sit in the pulpit with a chaperone while the young girls usually sat at their mothers’ feet. If someone were not in their assigned seat they’d also be punished or fine. Doing anything else on a Sunday, fishing, working, etc. was
“ When I came to American in 1978, I was stunned—and exhilarated – to find out that I could walk into any library and check out books that were uncensored and read them without fear of being harassed, thrown in jail or killed “ ( Mathabane, Pg. 29). This shows he lost his freedom in Africa and in America he found the peace and ability to read anything without it being censored or fear that he would go to jail. When I read that it made me appreciate the freedom I do have, being able to go to school, read what I want at any time. This is a great pleasure to have and now I appreciate it more. People do not realized that yes America has its issues but look at South Africa they are limited to what they can do and they live below the poverty line.
At the time she felt like she was getting a great education. She knew she wasn’t one of the rich kids, but still didn’t feel poor. Dentist kids and teachers kids, feed store owner were the families that had the money in Anne’s community. Book’s comments that, “Schools don’t necessarily provide the same experience for all their students. Tracking and ability grouping persist, albeit under a variety of names, such as honors or Advanced Placement class.
They weren’t aloud to wear any type of make-up nor do anything to their hair. For example they could not dye it nor do anything perm. For clothing they were to wear only flat shoes. Hair was important too. It had to be long or put in a bun.
At the time, I was too young to be enrolled in pre-school, so while my mom was working and my sister was at elementary school, my mother would drop me off there. During the long days that we spent together, one of the literacy events that I can recall is when we would play "school.” She would be the teacher and I would be the student. Together, we would set up a
When I was six years old, living in Ethiopia, my dad won an American green card visa lottery among 53,000 people. Although it was exciting news, family members were discouraged because my dad could not afford the visa processing and traveling expense. However, he found a sponsor in Seattle, which allowed him to settle in America. As soon as he found a good house and a stable job, he started the process for me and my family. Multiple errors and obstacles delayed our processing for five years.
As a teenager moving to a new country with a different culture, different language, and being thousands of miles away from everyone I grew up with was not an easy change, however, that was precisely what I did in January of 2013 when I came to the United States with my father. My whole world changed since, and shaped my way of thinking. From learning English, adjusting to a new culture, experiencing my first snow and finding my way in my new country, my life has been an exciting adventure. My parents brought me to America almost 5 years ago to have a better life, and to get a better education.
The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.
They were instructed on how to run a household and how to be a fine wife. Both boys and girls began education at the age of seven. When
Dear diary to day is my first day at my new management position in America and my first day in America. As always I went to work with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt which turned out to be a bad idea. Unlikely Norway, the employees wears suits and skirts, not jeans. I’ve already noticed some of the difference from Norway and I haven’t started at work properly yet.
While at the schools, boys were taught grammar and music. In regards to the upper class, the guardians of the boys were often the highest magistrates, and they were called Paidonomos. In all social classes, if the boys didn’t obey their guardians, then they were punished severely. Once the boys reached puberty or adolescence, they were considered independent.
The babies would ether be naked or be wearing a cloth diaper. If it was cold they would be wrapped in cloth. Woman would wear ankle long dresses. They also would wear
His punishment was that he had to go over o her house for two hours everyday after school and Saturdays, to read to her. Little did he know, he
My Journey to America Moving from Nigeria to the United States permanently feels great, but at the same time it is sad leaving some of your loved ones and family behind. There are many events in life, which can change one’s way of thinking. As for me, one of the major changes in my life occurred when I moved from Africa to America. This change has entirely affected my personality positively. Why?