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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Teaching Humanitarian Aid Students: "Closed Encounters of The Third Kind"

By Clémentine Tholas-Disset

On December 14th, 2011, I received my schedule for spring semester. As my colleague Mrs. Henderson-Peal would be on sabbatical semester, I was to be in charge of two groups of master’s degree students majoring in humanitarian aid; I started panicking as I thought “What the hell am I going to do with these revolutionary hippies?” As a Doctor in American studies with a minor in communication and media, I was scared we would really have nothing to share… I spent hours and hours trying to figure out how to please them and to make them discover things I mastered and liked.
I have been a teacher for six years now and the first thing I have learned is never to judge a book by its cover. First, when I met them, these students were no hippies or revolutionaries, so I realized I totally made up the wrong cover. Moreover, after a few hours with them, the content of the book seemed both entertaining and thrilling. Actually, I discovered a group of strong-willed and open-minded young people with very pleasant personalities.
Teaching this course is actually quite a challenge for me because I need to reinvent and adapt my professional habits. After four years in the AEI department, making freshmen and sophomore students work, I now have to collaborate with graduate students who have high academic standards. I have the feeling I traded my role of “youth tamer” for a new part as a “partner in learning”. My main goal has always been to bring satisfaction to my students no matter their age or skills in English and I’m learning to do so with a new type of student population, older, more mature (maybe not every day), more active and definitely not impressed by my teacher position. As a result, I think I have to make sure I’m offering creative and unusual courses or activities to keep them interested and I’m in tune with their expectations.
After being so afraid and worried, I must admit I am fulfilled because the moments I spend with the humanitarian aid students are synonymous of exchange. They may not have turned me into a relief work aficionada, willing to spend all her spare time volunteering all over the world, but I feel more concerned than before. I also became aware of some connections between professorship and aid work: you do both because you care about people, and, in both cases, it’s some kind of calling.
My conclusion will be simple: I don’t know if the humanitarian aid students are having a good time with me, but I am! So I guess it may be reciprocal…and if not they are very good at pretending!

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