5/8/2008 8:29:00 AM
Steve McCormack; The Independent 8 May
A strange thing happened to me recently when I did a day of supply teaching at a central London comprehensive. I found myself, for four of the six lessons of the day, teaching Bengali. I've had some strange tasks thrown at me as a supply teacher over the years: an all-girls' PE lesson and improvised drama in a windowless studio. But never have I been taken so far outside my comfort zone as with the Bengali classes.Fortunately, the teacher I was replacing had left worksheets for me to hand out, and clear instructions on what each class should be getting on with. So I wasn't expected, of course, to actually do any teaching of Bengali myself, but simply to supervise classes as they worked on improving their written skills in a language that most, to a greater or lesser extent, were comfortable with in the spoken form. And the lessons passed uneventfully. It just so happened that, on the same day, in a science lesson I was covering, I was confronted with another linguistic challenge. A girl at the front was giving me worryingly blank looks as I asked her questions about what she was doing. "She doesn't speak any English," I was told by her neighbour, herself addressing me in semi-broken, but nevertheless, English. Independent
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