My experiences in public education, both good and bad, have helped me to think differently about how I teach and what I believe about children and education. I began my post with those words because I know that that's what labeled me while I was going through California's public education system. These labels hold strong meanings in the education community because of the stigmas and pre conceived notions that go with them. I noticed them when I was growing up and I still see it now as an educator. My intent with these words and explanation is not to make you, the reader uncomfortable, but to show that I've embraced them in my pursuit for academic enlightenment.
My parents immigrated to the U.S. with the clear objective of a better life for my brother, sister and me, a place where higher education was attainable and rewarded. They both were not able to get a higher education because of the lack of financial support, which was something they didn't want for my siblings and me. They supported me the best they could, as much as they could, with their limited English skills throughout my public education life. I know that if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be where I am now. Even though they both worked long hours, in physically demanding jobs, they found a way to support my siblings and me. They were part of the working class and they, like most working class immigrant parents, wanted something better for us.
I struggled the first 4 years because I was not able to meet the language requirements. I overcame this, with the support from dedicated teachers who believed in me and took the time from their busy schedules to tutor me before and/or after school. As a second language learner I knew I had to work harder, otherwise I would continue to be in the "special" class. I knew, just like all the other children in my class knew, that I had limited English skills. This divide made it clear for me that I wanted to be part of "regular" class. I didn't want to be separated like that. Which is why I pushed myself to study hard and keep practicing. I finally tested out of the "special" class 4 years later. I was elated.
Fast forward to my first year as a teacher, I noticed the great need for role models in my community of working class, immigrant, second language learners. I witnessed firsthand the biased, jaded, and ineffective teachers who were and are part of our public education system. When I first encountered them I was upset that they were there, just doing mediocre work. Then as I thought about it, and the more I heard those teacher lounge conversations about ELL students, I knew that I had to do what I did when I was in those "special" classes and apply myself and start the change with me.
This is why I push myself to provide all my students with the highest level of education, I can provide, regardless of my learners' background. Education is for all, regardless of your story outside of school.