So major changes in the schedule:I’m only going to be able to observe the teachers about one time each. The schedules have changed pretty drastically today (there was a funeral of one of the beloved staff members, Beatrice), and I haven’t gotten an update as yet. With that in mind, I’m just hoping to have [...]
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Monday Recap
There were a number of changes in yesterday’s schedule, but they all turned out for the best. I have been learning so much about the teachers and their hopes. One thing that is amazing to me is how many of the teachers have as a personal and professional dream the vision of opening a school. [...]
Saturday at Twala, Soames, and Nanyuki town
Here's Denis at the Twala Cultural Center Bead Room.You can buy handmade Massai artwork there. Today (Saturday), I spent traveling with Moses, Stephen, and Denis all about the area. We started out with leaving at 8:30 on the dot (after coffee and bread roll for me - for some reason, I can eat the wheat [...]
Session Agendas for Teachers
I created a small logo for the session agendas and tried to keep them to one page, knowing that I will have the full version. Here are the session agendas for teachers, understanding that all of this can change after the first meeting.
Daraja ideas
Every time I come to Daraja, I get ideas for more projects. It’s a place that encourages collaboration and creative thinking. Project proposal to Denis and the Media ClubBorrow an iPod Touch and record some of the opening lectures from todayShow this to teachers2 Students from each Form could have this duty for the termUpload [...]
Sketch of PD at Daraja for 5 sessions
Friday, January 8, Session 1Teachers, there will be a LOT of information in these next five sessions, but we will also have practice time. We are going to engage in a process of reflection, learning, practice, and reflection (individually and with others). What I am also recommending is that this be broken up, just as [...]
A delayed recounting of the journey to Daraja
It’s now the evening at Daraja. Around 9pm. In the next banda over, what seems to be music in Arabic or a call to player plays while, at a distance, the campus dogs bark, insects chirp, and the stars burn on in their silence. A little about the journey: I traveled to Daraja on January [...]
