I arrived in Canada 10 years ago. I
was 14 years old at the time and I did not speak French and my English was not
at its best. The moment I arrived here was the moment my perspective on some
key concepts of this class such as education, learning, knowledge, race,
inclusiveness, exclusiveness, neurotypicality and, by extension myself, changed
completely.
I entered the Canadian educational
system in what is called classe d’accueil,
which are separated classes that focus exclusively on teaching French to
immigrants in order to speed up their acquisition of the language. Many of us
had to learn the language from scratch. Can you imagine yourself as a
teenager/adult learning the numbers, the week’s days and the verbs instead of
how to write an essay/working? It might not sound hard but let me tell you that
it does affect us in terms of how we view ourselves and how we measure our
intelligence. We pass from having the necessary tools to communicate and being
part of our society to a frustrating lack of knowledge that affects every
aspect of our new life. Indeed, our intelligence is no longer measure our
knowledge but rather through our ability to express ourselves correctly/in a
neurotypical way in this new language. My accent, my hesitation, and my
silences reduce my credibility as an intelligent person. We live this every day
of our lives in small gestures from others. It took me 2 years to reach a level deemed acceptable to be part of classes
with French-speaking students and by the time I integrated those classes, I was
painfully aware of this. I hardly spoke during class, since my appearance was
enough to set me apart from others, which meant that I had to come up with new
forms of learning that did not evolve speaking. As a consequence, I came up
with what I call the “trial and error method of learning” which is quite
self-explanatory:
1. I receive an assignment
2. I do what I think it is asked from me
3. I submit it
4. I get my grade back (which often is
not very good)
5. I analyze my assignment
6. I finally completely understand what
the assignment was
7. I do better next time…
8. Repeat
So, a school year for me is always
something like this:
Start of the semester = 0 level of knowledge L = bad grades
End of the semester = some knowledge acquired J = good grades
Furthermore, it happened to me again
while I was reading Denise’s essay: I measured my capacity to fully understand
the text in front of me, and by extension, my intelligence, through my level of
the English language, as a neurotypical person would do. I guess it has become
an automatism. I had a hard time reading it mainly because I felt I could not
grasp the deeper meaning of her words. So, I came to class last week thinking
how great Denise must be because her phrases were so long! She must be really
smart! How can I reach such a level of intelligence? Then, I saw and listened
to Denise. She had an accent, she hesitated and reformulated her comments, she
kept silent at times in order to put some order in her thoughts, she
articulated and gestured in order to share her knowledge. It was a totally
different experience than reading her text. Her words were alive and everything
made more sense. It was a liberating moment for me to see such particularities
(accent, hesitation, silence) in someone as Denise, because what I saw was not
only a smart woman, but a remarkable human being and a thought crossed my mind:
"you better keep up learning, growing, listening, reflecting and fighting
for change as she does because you still have a long way to go."
What an inspiration!!!
Mariana
This post brought back a lot of memories about my own experiences in a 'classe d'accueil.' I hadn't made the connection until reading your post, but now that it is on my mind, the memory is stronger than ever. This immersion in a new typical and the inability to express myself that came with it were jolting to say the least.
ReplyDeleteI remember feeling a certain dissociation from myself, due to what you called a 'frustrating lack of knowledge.' I felt like all of the things that defined me socially were stripped away, and I suddenly had no way of communicating any form of expression of self to others. Of course the things that make us ourselves do not solely live in language, but it certainly felt as if they did at the time. It led to some interesting friendships formed mostly void of speech, but also to a lot of insecurity and self-doubt - academically and otherwise - that took a long time to move past.
Thank you for reading and sharing your own experience! I'm relieved to know that - even if it took you a long time- you moved on! Let's keep that up! :D
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