Senegal: Why Teach?

My decision to trek to another continent and commit two months to volunteer teaching was a surprise to nearly everyone, including myself. Being prone to sporadic forays into the unknown, it wasn't the distance but the occupation that was unexpected. Numerous former classmates can attest to the never ending grudge I held against the entire teaching profession during my high school years. I had a habit of creating a living hell for teachers who refused to see my point of view at the end of discussions or failed to give me points on exams when I felt that points were due. You could say I had a little bit of a problem accepting the wrath of authority. I often tried unsuccesfully to make my instructors earn my respect, instead of the other way around. So why did I suddenly decide to take up a red marking pencil and join the ranks of my former nemeses? To be completely honest, it was a hastily-made decision, one that I didn't think through entirely before leaving. Go to Africa, teach some English and escape the New England winter? Sure, sign me up! Most people, when given this sort of oppertunity, would first ask, "Why?" but I've always been more of a "Why not?" type of girl. When I could think of no good reason not to pack up my bags and get on a plane to Senegal, I packed up my bags, got on a plane to Senegal, and soon after found myself back in the last place I thought I'd ever be: a public middle school. I honestly didn't think it would be much of a problem. After all, I'd already survived pre-adolescence once. However, nothing in all my years of schooling in the American public school system with its flashcards, partitioned cafeteria plates, and gold stars could have prepared me for my first day of class in Africa... Continue reading "Senegal: Why Teach?"