Each Tuesday morning, in the Beginning ESL class at MLC Northside, I witness the beauty of transformation. My students arrive with such hunger – to learn, to connect, to speak, to engage, to welcome one another into the challenges and delights of participation in community. Hope is palpable. Each day, another voice is heard more fully; another’s experience is revealed through tentative description and dramatic re-creation. Students listen, to hear the real messages of one another’s thoughts. The truth is present within the fragmented English, amid the dramatic pantomimes, upon the faces which register joy, concern, empathy, or curiosity.
Each face represents a story of journey, perseverance, stubborn optimism, and willingness to find a path forward. Our collective presence demonstrates the reality that our country is truly a community of immigrants. Skin colors, language backgrounds, clothing styles, economic disparities, histories, ages, genders, families of faith, all intertwine to form one fabric, which is the cloth of this country, our country. The weaving together which I witness and celebrate each week creates strength, comfort, and a sense of embrace which enfolds each student and teacher into a shared cloak of family.
“Aha” moments occur in unanticipated ways and at unexpected times. They open a window into the fullness of the human life experiences represented in my classroom, experiences which often go unremarked because nuance and deep emotion fall victim when one has limited proficiency of expression.
One moment seems especially relevant. It occurred during a week in November leading up to Thanksgiving. I had brought in pictures of the historical Thanksgiving story, and acted out the behavior of the evil English king, the long journey of the Pilgrims to reach a hoped for land of opportunity and religious freedom, the hardship of life along the unforgiving northeast coast, and the friendship and guidance offered by the native people which made the difference between life and death for many. At the end of my story, a student from Laos looked dumbstruck, astonishment on her face and an intense desire to respond to what she had just seen and heard. She called to me, “Teacher! Teacher! This is my story!” As I encouraged her to tell us more, she haltingly shared her journey, fleeing Laos, crossing the Mekong River, ultimately finding refuge in a Thai border camp. “Then,” she said, her face shining, “We came to America and the people, they help us. They give us food. They give us home. They like the Indians! This is same, my story.”
We are one people. Our dreams, aspirations, sorrows, and joys are our universal language. Nowhere is this more evident than in an ESL classroom on the north side of Minneapolis, a place where students find encouragement to be proud of their strengths, courage to practice unfamiliar sounds and words, friendships with others whose own life stories are different from their own, and opportunities to demonstrate the outreach of welcome and inclusion, which are the hallmarks of America at its best. This is our story.
Patricia Harlan-Marks volunteers at the MLC Learning Center - Northside. She received honorable mention for this story in the 2012 Volunteer Story Contest. Check back next week for another story.