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At this point, I feel like I am operating at a certain level of understanding with regards to multicultural education that has not yet fully translated into my practice. I have an awareness that contributes greatly to how I see my role as an educator, yet I am still working hard to become that educator. I feel like I am on a journey, but I have only just begun. I am just now starting to acutely examine my own cultural understanding and I believe that I still have a lot of work to do, both personally and professionally. I have read countless books on multicultural education and I would feel safe to say I am developing a passion for the ideas, strategies, and results associated with transforming traditional pedagogy into something more inspired.
One of the most poignant realizations has have taken hold is that I do not need to have all of the answers. I am the owner of my own culture, but I cannot possibly have first hand understanding of every experience every student has had thus far. I need to learn to rely on others as a rich source of knowledge and that begins with asking questions. Earlier I reflected on how I never gained a sense of my own culture because my family rarely shared stories of our ancestors. Had I been more curious as a child, wondering, asking, and trying to take it all in, perhaps I would have grown up with a different awareness of my place in this world. I didn’t ask the questions that would have elicited the stories that were begging to be told. Fortunately, it’s not too late to start asking those questions now.
Certainly becoming this kind of teacher, an open-minded warrior for equity and social justice in education, is not an easy task. It necessitates vulnerability, bravery, critical thinking, awareness, and a lot of hard work. It often means going against the grain, turning around on the escalator and running up the stairs that continue to move downwards which just might feel like going nowhere. To be this type of teacher takes commitment to not only my values and beliefs, but commitment to listen to and learn from the values and beliefs of others without judging one or the other as superior. I often feel intimated by how small my own bundle of life experiences seems in comparison to others. My privileged life has not presented me with hard trials like many of the students I might come across throughout my teaching career. As much as I want to know what it’s like to be in their shoes, I never truly will. That doesn’t mean that I can’t foster a relationship with those students, and a community among all students, where they feel comfortable to share what makes them who they are so that I can get as close as possible to knowing what it’s like to be them.
We each have our own story. Some are filled with happiness and success, others are not. Regardless of the details of our story, we each have the right to be proud of who we are and the cultures from which we come. It is my hope that our educational system begins to view those diverse backgrounds and different languages not as deficits, but as the treasures that they are. Without the diversity that is derived from individuals with differences coming together for a common purpose, we are left with a cookie cutter world where difference and change are feared and education fails.
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