Month: June 2012

  • Free Gaga Dance Workshop at Parkdale Library (June 16, 2012)

    Hearth and Circus Dancer, Catherine Raine 2008

    Intrigued by the opportunity to learn about Gaga dance, I arrived at Parkdale Library just before two o’clock. Three volunteers in Luminato festival T-shirts guarded the staircase leading to the program room below and checked off names from a list of 60 registered participants.

    This was a very special program, for members of the renowned Batsheva Dance Company were coming all the way from Israel to share the Gaga technique with Toronto.

    After my name was ticked and my wrist stamped, I went downstairs to a room in which grooved wooden dividers had been pushed back to create the largest possible amount of space. From the maps and educational posters on the wall, I guessed that the space was usually devoted to more stationary pursuits than dance, such as homework clubs and youth council meetings.

    Due to some problems with traffic, the Gaga dancers were about ten minutes late. This gave me plenty of time to observe my fellow participants. Eagerly gathered for guided movement, most of us lined the edges of the room, but four movers put themselves out on the floor. One made a starfish shape, sprawling comfortably in lavender socks, her form not confined by the large white square tiles of the floor. Another person executed a series of energetic stretches while a nearby lady rolled from side to side on her back. A middle-aged man in shorts walked slowly across the room in a straight line, rising up on his toes at regular intervals.

    Circle, Catherine Raine 2009

    I appreciated the diversity of age, gender, ethnicity, and body sizes in the group. As a tall and robust 43-year-old woman, I was initially worried that I’d be an elephant among dancing gazelles. I had even considered bailing out earlier in the day, but I am so glad I didn’t!

    Column Dancer, Catherine Raine 2009

    Among the gathering, I noticed a lot of Lululemon clothing and yoga-straight backs, feather earrings, gym bags and souvenir T-shirts from marathon events. Also present were jeans and ballet slippers, water bottles and bike helmets, rainbow socks and pedicured toes.

    If dancers find themselves in a room with nothing to do for ten minutes, they usually default to stretching. At the Gaga Dance Workshop, the assembled movers twirled their ankles, performed unbidden leg-lifts, and engaged in hip and shoulder stretches. Some made more expansive movements, swinging their arms and legs like elegant pendulums. Unsure what the next hour might bring, many prepared all parts of their bodies for possible engagement. Accepting their wisdom, I sat on the floor and stretched forward, wishing I could touch my forehead to my knees like the guy next to me.

    When Rachael Osborne, our dance facilitator arrived at 2:10 p.m., she asked us if this was the class for dancers or non-dancers. Somebody assured her it was for the latter, and she laughed and said, “But I see a lot of dancers here!”

    I liked how Rachael launched right into the program without preliminary talk. She invited us to spread throughout the room and to contemplate the way that gravity was affecting our bodies. She encouraged us to increase our awareness of how our bodies exist in space, the distance between our arms, the temperature of the air on our skin, how our clothes feel where they touch us, the way our bones stack upon each other, and the feeling of our inner and outer flesh.

    “Think about the inside our your bodies. We often don’t know what’s going on in there. Imagine channels and highways flowing throughout you, sending important information. Picture the energy, heat, and juices flowing through these channels. Keep these highways open.” Later, she exhorted, “Keep the box of your chest open so that it’s no longer a separate rib cage box disconnected from the surrounding flesh.”

    As a group, we experimented with expressing the sensation of our flesh and bones floating in water and then in the thicker liquid atmosphere of honey. “Don’t be a victim of gravity. It ages us.” Then we followed Rachael’s example as she demonstrated port de bras and asked us to imagine our entire outstretched wingspan as being one long rope, not two separate right/left binary limbs.

    “Your spine, let it flow like seaweed. We also call it the ‘snake of the spine’ in Gaga.” Rachael reminded us that our neck is an extension of our spine and that our head is also composed of flesh and goo. (My inner Midwestern Puritan grew squeamish at the juicy way she kept repeating the word flesh).

    Fiery Merman of the Falls, Catherine Raine 2011

    As the hour flew by, we pulled the rope of our arms across the spine, articulated our shoulders and arms with palms up and palms down, challenged our hips with figure eights, walked with a groove, and cultivated a quake in our pelvises that translated into full body quakes. For our final movement exercise, the quakes that begin in the core quickly began to shake legs, torsos, shoulders, arms, hands, and heads.

    Sixty people grooving and quaking around the room was an unforgettable sight, and I’m so grateful I got to be part of it. Thank you Rachael, Parkdale Library, and Luminato for this revelatory experience!

  • Reflections on Teaching Practice: Trauma, Learning, and the Supportive Classroom

    Introductory note: I wrote the following article during my tenure at the Canadian Centre for Victims of Torture from 2004 to 2010. For the last few years, I’ve been thinking about finding for a home for this reflection on trauma and learning, but in the meantime there are some insights that might be useful to teachers and administrators who work with refugees. That’s where the accessibility of a blog comes in handy! At 2773 words, the essay is much longer than my usual posts, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

    Trauma, Learning, and the Supportive Classroom

    by Catherine Raine

    Inspired by more than six years of teaching LINC at The Canadian Centre for Victims of Torture, I would like to reflect on trauma’s effects on learning and the need for a supportive class atmosphere.

    I. Trauma and Learning

    Trauma survivors bring grief and loss with them to class:

    “Death is better than life, teacher.”

    “Life is zero.”

    “I’m waiting for death.”

    “My whole life is pain. It’s better to die.

    “Learning English is so difficult at my age. As they say in my country, ‘Death is the golden lid.’”

    However much I hope that the worst is behind my students, for them trauma continues in the present tense. For instance, a new loss can set off an avalanche of grief when relatives die far away, triggering agonizing memories. During my time at CCVT, at least six of my students have lost mothers, a father, a sister, and a nephew. In the last case, my student’s 28-year-old nephew had been murdered for protesting against the regime of his native country.

    Fresh losses, suicidal statements, and depression are realities in my classroom. In terms of low mood, I find that Mondays are the most challenging days. With no classes scheduled on Fridays, by the time Monday arrives, the learners have had three full days to sink into their private glooms and preoccupations. On Monday mornings, it’s very difficult for them to rise out of their individual “sloughs (of) Despond” (Pilgrim’s Progress part 1, page 12). Insomnia, poor concentration, and low self-esteem accompany and reinforce students’ low spirits. I often hear:

    “I can’t remember the words I learned.”

    “I’m too old to learn.”

    “I learn fast but then I forget everything fast.”

    “I can’t speak English.”

    In fact, self-perception of poor language skills makes them feel even worse about themselves. Many are highly critical of their English ability and have low tolerance for making mistakes, refusing to give themselves permission to be “wrong.” Moreover, there is extreme sensitivity to correction. For example, one time a man got angry when a female classmate pointed out a spelling mistake that another classmate had made when writing a sentence on the board. Interestingly, the actual writer wasn’t upset about the correction, but the angry student had been brooding for a month over a critical remark made by the same female student. In my experience, most students will accept a gentle correction of grammar, pronunciation or reminder to listen from the teacher, but they  resent a fellow student taking on this role.

    Thankfully, harmony prevails in class the majority of the time, despite  personality clashes here and there. The only time I needed to intervene over potential physical conflict was when two young women playfully pushed each other as they both reached for the same picture of a lion during a collage exercise. Though they assured me they were “only joking,” I told them to stop. When the behavior repeated itself a few weeks later, I said, “I need you to stop that. I’m serious.” I don’t like play-slaps in class because they undermine the safe, stable atmosphere our students need. Mock tussles can lead to real fights. And worst of all, they send the message that violence is an acceptable way to express anger.

    Prompt and assertive correction of inappropriate classroom behaviour is crucial because CCVT students are very sensitive to issues of fairness. It reassures them when authority figures don’t ignore aggressive words or actions, for many of them have suffered from the rule of bullies. With problems such as lateness, I try to remind every latecomer why it’s important to get to class on time. And if a student is extremely late, they don’t receive their full TTC token allotment for the day. Use of this measure has to be consistent because the students are so keenly aware of justice. They watch and remember. And they have the potential to become extremely upset if they feel singled out for “criticism” when others go unchastized.

    Not only are CCVT learners extra-sensitive about personal justice, they are also hypersensitive to expressions of anger by the teacher. Victims of torture and abuse become very skilled at reading moods, a protective defense against the unpredictability of tyrants (Trauma and Recovery, page 139). For this reason, I try to greet my students enthusiastically, even when they are late, and then keep my tone gentle when I call attention to issues related to punctuality, being respectful to classmates, and loud talking in a first language.

    The rare times I have gotten visibly angry, I always regretted it afterwards. Gentle correction and reasoning work better, especially for sensitive students like the one who once said, “You’re gonna kill me!” when she kept yawning while trying to ask a question during a reading lesson. I laughed and said, “No, I’m not going to kill you, but I don’t know how to speak yawn!” On another occasion, I received a startling reaction when I slightly leaned over a student’s desk to point out something on his handout. He cringed and recoiled as if I had raised a hand to hit him. I’ll never forget his haunted expression, the face of someone who expects to be beaten for no reason.

    II.The Supportive Classroom

    CCVT clients have unique learning difficulties, but that doesn’t mean they are impossible to overcome. I have found that building a class community, cultivating a welcoming atmosphere, and employing supportive teaching methods can provide hopeful and restorative measures to counterbalance the negative effects of trauma.

    The foundation of any class is a strong, positive relationship between each student and their teacher. This foundation also includes a feeling of solidarity and bonding between classmates. We sometimes have birthday parties for the students, which helps bring us all closer. Yet even these celebrations can be bittersweet. I once asked the class if there were any birthdays in January, so we could make plans for the next party. A young woman responded, “Not a birthday, but the anniversary of my husband’s death.” Such heavy grief cannot help but surface at the mention of yearly rituals, the painful annual reminders of lost loved ones, including birthdays no longer celebrated.

    I strongly believe that one of the purposes of CCVT is to correct the balance of loss in some small way, to create new friendships that caulk the scars of lost loves, lives brutally stolen. Nothing can replace entire personal worlds dissolved forever, but new stories and new relationships can partially refill the emptiness that follow survivors wherever they go. For instance, a lively Somali woman received her Canadian citizenship three summers ago, and we had a wonderful party in her honour. Two tables supported a pot of rice, pans of vegetables and meat, homemade bread, pastries, chocolate cake, and three big bowls of chocolate ice-cream. The entire student body was talking, laughing, and dancing, and it felt good to be connected to a community, laughing and leaping in celebration of our new Canadian. Her happiness was contagious and I felt so proud to be part of the new life she is building in Canada.

    A few months after the citizenship party, we did a Thanksgiving exercise in which each student told the class what they were thankful for. A great number of them said, “I’m thankful for my class and for CCVT.” Their sincere gratitude impressed on me just how much our LINC class means to the clients. It is much more than a place to study verbs and vocabulary. Our students come to be with their friends and to create meaning in their lives after the experience of senseless violence.

    A stimulating class can be a place to forget past and present troubles. Many of my students are primary caregivers for either young children or ailing elderly spouses. For them, class is where they go after dropping three kids off at day care or taking a husband to the hospital for dialysis treatment. I try to keep students’ outside responsibilities in mind when I’m planning my lessons because I really want them to enjoy their hard-won time in class while they learn some new English vocabulary, a grammar point, or a useful fact about Canada. For these caregivers and indeed for all the students, a lively yet stress-free class motivates them to come regularly. Our frequent laughter cheers all of us up and creates more togetherness. With so many duties and troubles, my students often need a really good laugh. As one of them once told me, “A lot of us come to class and can only half pay attention. Some have trouble at home, thinking too much, others worry about money, their families, many things.”

    Games such as Bingo are a refreshing antidote to serious grammar lessons, and to add further interest I like to provide small prizes. Even though a pencil, a travel size bottle of lotion, or a piece of candy has little monetary value, the social currency is high because the prizes increase motivation as well as create a stronger bond between students and their teacher (everybody gets a prize). The gifts could even be regarded as a positive “transitional object” (Trauma and Recovery pages 150, 152), reminding the learners that their instructor cares about them even when she’s not physically present. Lately, I’ve been offering selected books from Toronto Public Library book sales as prizes, and the students really appreciate receiving books on spelling, science, gardening, world religions, and grammar.

    To further build educational and social support for the students, we occasionally leave the classroom to venture into the city and beyond. Field trips are especially beneficial for some of our learners who rarely leave their homes except to go to CCVT, work, or No Frills. Some may lack a social network and others are inhibited by language barriers or financial constraints. It does us all good to break out of routine and visit the Royal Ontario Museum, the Art Gallery of Ontario, the National Film Board, the CN Tower, Casa Loma, and Allen Gardens. Sites of natural beauty that have soothed us include The Toronto Islands, Niagara Falls, The Beaches, High Park, and the Harbourfront. In addition, class discussions of politics and world events have been made more concrete by visits to Queen’s Park and joining the Refugee Day Celebration at Dundas Square every June.

    Finally, outings to the Parliament Library and Toronto Reference Library have reinforced independent study skills and given me the opportunity to guide students towards learning materials geared to their individual needs. On a personal note, I get a studious thrill out of all the new library cards issued and books checked out. A new library card is very meaningful because it represents independence for newcomers, especially for some of the women who don’t necessarily think in terms of having their own card in their own name. Tucking a shiny blue card into your billfold is also one more positive step towards that accumulation of identity that adds up to settlement in a new country. Many of our students need this affirmation and that extra nudge just to fill out the library membership application form. In the words of a student: “When you’ve been a refugee and haven’t lived a normal life for five years, ten years, then little things become big.” Just mustering the energy to get a library card can seem overwhelming, so whatever CCVT can do to make their lives more normal, stable, and coherent is very welcome.

    The need for stability after so much uncertainty guides the structure of our classes at CCVT. That’s why the teacher’s punctuality makes a big contribution to creating a reassuring routine. Our students have experienced a lot of limbo as well as worry about the welfare of others. There have been times when I was delayed by five minutes, only to enter a classroom where the learners were wondering aloud what happened to me. Punctuality not only comforts the students, but it also testifies to a seriousness of purpose that builds stability. Being on time shows that I want to be there with them and that I am committed to teaching. The learners also appreciate homework and efficient time management, as both signal a strong concern for their learning and progress. A student once gave me some helpful feedback along these lines: “I like how you start the lessons early and don’t waste time.”

    Even though many of my students struggle with tardiness (due to insomnia, depression, family responsibilities), I strive to start class on time for the sake of those who have arrived early. As latecomers arrive one by one, I greet them, give them the papers, and continue with the lesson. This practice emphasizes that class doesn’t stop because of the unpredictability of outside factors. Individuals may be late, but that doesn’t mean that they are allowed to undermine or disrupt our central purpose, which is to learn English.

    Asserting the primacy of class structure and clarity of focus is a vital part of building normalcy, routine, and predictability for our students’ sake. I believe this is essential for rehabilitation. Both before and after they came to Canada, CCVT clients’ lives have been disrupted by chaos, uncertainty, instability, limbo, loss, and lack of control. Many have had to abandon their education, their dreams, and their goals because of war. They need CCVT to be there for them, to not be bombed, shut down, destroyed. They need to believe that they can continue their education without disruption or abandonment. For all of these reasons, their LINC class should ideally be an oasis of calm and stability, a place where they know what to expect from the schedule, their teacher, their classmates and the curriculum.

    Repetition and reinforcement are essential tools to integrate learning into a stable framework. I like to introduce new topics, grammar concepts, and vocabulary by linking them back to previous lessons. Homemade flashcards are especially useful for repetition and review of grammar points, Canadian history facts, Canadian geography, and general citizenship questions. What’s rewarding for both myself and the learners is when they realize how much they have retained. After hearing “I can’t remember anything” so many times, it’s a joy to contradict false beliefs about the inability to learn. I have one student in her late fifties who frequently gets mad at herself for forgetting words, but when I ask the class questions about Canadian history or geography, she’s often the first one to answer correctly.

    I believe my students appreciate repetition for its own sake and also for the patience it implies. I strive to be very patient with mistakes because there’s so much sensitivity to correction. That’s why I monitor my tone when I point out grammar and pronunciation errors. My tone needs to be gentle so they understand that mistakes are allowed and do not deserve anger or punishment. I also hope that this gentleness will influence them to be less hard on themselves and each other when they get a word or grammar structure “wrong.” A number of my learners have told me how much they appreciate this approach. Some of their feedback includes:

    “You have a different way. You teach us side by side and go slowly. Your way is beautiful. You understand maybe how to work with people at CCVT.”

    “You gave us confidence to speak.”

    “I like your easy-going attitude, how you are patient but don’t treat us like kids.”

    Another student wrote: “Teacher I appreciate your patience and your teaching method . . . I never forget your smile and your strength.”

    Drawing these observations to a close, I want to say how privileged I feel to be part of CCVT’s learning community. Every time my students walk through the door, I want to applaud the human spirit. Even though they often say they’re too old, too tired, or too depressed to learn, they come anyway. Their presence is a testament to their courage, and their story celebrates a series of personal victories over trauma to which this article has given testimony.

  • Free Poetry Workshop Nourishes Creativity at Don Mills Library

    I’m fresh home from an afternoon devoted to poetry! Facilitated by spoken word artist, Andrea Thompson, the workshop combined a writing exercise, performance, and discussion. Ms. Thompson had a warm, engaging presence that put me at ease, and I appreciated her genuine passion for poetry.

    To give us the flavor of her work, Andrea performed three of her pieces, transforming our group of twelve into a fascinated audience. I especially loved the way she sang some of the words when she felt called to sing. She brought a melodic and dramatic quality to her poems that made a big impact on me.

    After we introduced ourselves, Andrea invited us to write a four-line poem based on a simple exercise. Each line was to start with the line “I am from” and then fill in the lyrical blanks with the name of a food (line one), a family or cultural tradition (line two), a snapshot of a location (line three), and something about the climate (line four).

    I enjoyed listening to the poems that my fellow participants created, and many of their words have stayed with me: sandalwood, honey, dinner at five a.m., stars, land of Buddha, sound of flowers, and the promised land. To our amazement, the writer of a beautiful poem about grief said, “This is the first poem I have ever written.”

    When my turn came, I noticed some constriction in my breathing, but I was able to read the following lines to the group:

    I am from pecan pie, treacle sweet, tasting of Midwestern corn syrup and warm Southern trees.

    I am from total immersion baptism by the old pastor in his Brooks Brothers suit.

    I am from Liberty, Missouri, the buckled up Bible belt, green and friendly, with undercurrents of despair.

    I am from tornadoes, sirens that shoo us to the cellar, staring at the cold rust on the freezer.

    I am from there.