Deaf ESL Students - Gallaudet University
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me. We would leave Texas and head<br />
for the Illinois farmlands. Like Juanita,<br />
I never knew exactly when we were<br />
leaving. I never had a chance to say<br />
goodbye to my friends. I’d finished out<br />
and begin the school year in DeKalb or<br />
one of the other small Illinois towns.<br />
The camps where we lived are gone<br />
now, but then they bustled with life.<br />
Each family had cinderblock housing,<br />
and there was a single toilet and shower<br />
facility that we all shared.<br />
Like the other children, I worked in<br />
the fields before and after school, and<br />
on weekends. Every summer, I went to<br />
migrant summer school. Located in<br />
Rochelle, Illinois, the school was a constant<br />
in my existence and I believe I<br />
learned a lot there—though all the<br />
other children were hearing and no<br />
one was trained to work with a deaf<br />
child. Then fall brought a different<br />
school, which I would attend for a few<br />
months until the fall crops—tomatoes,<br />
asparagus, and corn—were harvested<br />
and my family headed home to Texas.<br />
“Good job, Juanita!” I gave her the<br />
ABOVE: The students speculate on their<br />
favorite snacks.<br />
Spring 2000<br />
thumbs up sign.<br />
It was the next day, and Juanita had<br />
contributed to developing a different<br />
graph with the same information—this<br />
time a pictograph. Now the students<br />
understood that there were at least two<br />
kinds of graphs. Their wishes for treats<br />
were displayed on both kinds. The<br />
graphs remained on display in the<br />
classroom. Both graphs indicated the<br />
same preference.<br />
“It looks like our class snack will be<br />
pizza!” I said.<br />
The students were enthralled. I<br />
stood again at the front of the class.<br />
Why had each of the students selected<br />
his or her snack? And how should we<br />
go about getting it?<br />
Suggestions came forth.<br />
“Ms. Rangel and Ms. Knouse can<br />
buy the pizza!” said Juanita.<br />
“We can earn money,” said Ram.<br />
“We can charge it,” said Chris. “We<br />
can use the red card from the grocery<br />
store.”<br />
I explained that the red card was<br />
not a charge card but a discount<br />
coupon. Having my purse nearby, I<br />
pulled out both my red card and my<br />
charge card. I explained the vagaries<br />
of charging—and having to pay later.<br />
Up on the chalkboard went a drawing<br />
of a pizza. Every time a student<br />
completed a homework assignment, he<br />
or she earned another slice and it was<br />
filled in on the board. It was a quick<br />
exposure to fractions. Once everyone<br />
had a full pizza’s worth of work, we<br />
would celebrate in the classroom.<br />
From time to time, grumbling and<br />
the issue of unfairness arose. When the<br />
students asked me again why a nearby<br />
class had pizza when we did not, a literacy<br />
activity seemed appropriate.<br />
“Why don’t you write to Ms.<br />
Weinstock?” I asked the students. Janet<br />
Weinstock was the lead teacher of the<br />
3/4/5 team, of which we are members.<br />
“Write to Ms. Weinstock and let her<br />
know how you feel.”<br />
Ram, a natural leader, took the<br />
lead. Grabbing a pencil and paper, he<br />
began the letter. The other students<br />
gathered around, offering encouragement<br />
and suggestions on how to craft<br />
the complaint.<br />
By the time the actual pizza<br />
arrived—a donation to our class by Ms.<br />
Knouse and myself—the answer to<br />
Ram’s letter had arrived and the two<br />
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