Finding the Balance - an original short story
written by April Olinger. This fictional story explores the ideas of immigrant youth, learning vs. studenting, funds of knowledge, language and cultural barriers, and peer and teacher-student relationships.
Many push and pull factors triggered Mohammed’s father’s decision to move from their home in Tunisia to Arizona, but few people asked of them, and even fewer cared. When he arrived, Mohammed knew little English. He recognized some words on street signs and could converse through basic greetings he had learned during the move, but the letters were so different from the Arabic alphabet, and he often felt his mind was incapable of processing what he heard or read. He had heard his spoken English described as ‘broken’ in school, though, which he thought was strange. It seemed to him that nothing about him was broken... He had new things to learn now, but it wasn’t as if he needed to be fixed. At least… he didn’t feel that way within the doors of his house, separated m from the less-accepting outside world. Sometimes, when he was downtown in a store or restaurant, people would ignore him when they couldn’t understand him, overlooking is questions or requests as if they had no value, some sharing a condescend look with co-worker or friends. And school presented more of these struggles.
In Tunisia, Mohammed wasn’t a star pupil, but he was a good student and an attentive learner. He completed his work, scored well on tests, and studied his Quran diligently. But things here were different. He still held all the knowledge he’d learned in Tunisia, and looking around the room, Mohammed thought he probably knew just as much as the students in his class—in some areas, probably even more. But having been placed into an English-only school district, he had no way of communicating it.
Along with English, he especially struggled in American History. Having been dropped into the 3rd period sixth grade class, the country he studied was entirely new to him and so was the information on the page; he didn’t have the prior knowledge the other students had. Parliament, Constitution, Congress, civil war, confederate, colony, Columbus—meaningless. His teacher used these words in class with the assumption that her students already knew their meaning, and it left Mohammed feeling lost and confused.
As the months passed he stayed quiet and to himself at school, but his English was improving. It was still limited, but he was understanding more and more. Still, he didn’t understand the material in his American History class. Having been in the U.S. less than six months, he couldn’t relate any of the stories and lessons to his life like other students could, and the terms and definitions flowed into one of his ears and out the other. He felt out of place and on his own. He had noticed other foreign students at his school but was too shy to speak with them. Plus, they were not from Tunisia, and his heritage was beginning to seem like something worthy of shame instead of pride. Still, he wished they could be in a class together—at least then he would have someone else who could relate to him and the language barriers and borders he faced.
Mohammed wasn’t a ‘good’ student, but, at least on paper, he wasn’t a bad one, and he got by in class by copying classmates’ homework when they would let him. He didn’t like to cheat, but he didn’t know what else to do; he had to pass. One morning when Mohammed asked Jacob, the boy who sat to his right in 3rd period, to look off his homework for the third time that week, Jacob thoughtfully offered an alternative.
“Instead of just copying it, how about we work on the next assignment together? We can help each other.”
Surprised, but delighted at the thought of having a real friend, Mohammed agreed to meet Jacob after school in the library to work that night’s assignment. As they worked, Jacob went to great lengths to help Mohammed understand the terms. It helped, but when he saw that Mohammed was still struggling, he proposed a trick that he used on exams.
“There’s a test coming up next week,” Jacob told him. “It’s fill in the blank. I heard from my brother that Ms. Laurence’s tests are always fill in the blank. And she uses word banks. Let me show you what I do when I can’t remember a definition or don’t understand a question.”
Jacob taught Mohammed to look for key words within the definitions of the terms. For example, for the test they would have to know about Paul Revere: that he rode to Lexington in 1775, that he was meant to warn Samuel Adams and John Hancock, and the famous phrase ‘The British are coming.’ “These are the important facts,” Jacob told Mohammed, “so you don’t have to read all of the question or even understand it. Just look for the name ‘Paul Revere’ and you’ll know what of these three facts is the answer!”
Jacob’s advice worked. Mohammed had figured out a way to cheat the system of his teacher’s tests and ‘student’ his way to a high grade. He knew what his teacher wanted and he delivered, even if he didn’t fully understand the meaning of the words he filled in the blank. When he received his first history test back, the 94 written at the top of the page filled him will excitement, and Ms. Laurence had written ‘fantastic job! much improved’ at the top alongside his grade. He was doing well in the class! He was learning!
However, his joyful feelings were quickly shaken when he found out a few tests later that they, in fact, were not all fill in the blank. He was still studying after school with Jacob, and his friendship and confidence was growing, but before the semester ended for the holiday the class was given a new test: short answers and essay. Mohammed didn’t recognize all of the words, and he couldn’t form complete sentences to answer the ones he did understand. The letters twisted and danced on the page as he stared at it blankly, beginning to panic. Towards the end of the test he saw the words ‘Paul Revere’ immerged within a long paragraph he could not read. He scribbled down ‘British’ and ‘1775,’ turned in his test quickly, and left the class distraught.
When he returned back to class after the break, Mohammed knew he needed to talk to Ms. Laurence. He had realized that memorization and cheating his tests was not the same as learning. In fact, he didn’t know some of the material any better than he had when the class had begun.
After class he told Ms. Laurence the truth that he wasn’t learning and that he didn’t know how—that he had been memorizing words and dates without understanding their significance. It took him a long time to find the right words and communicate his confessions, but his teacher was understanding and listened compassionately. When he was finished, Mrs. Laurence told him not to worry. She told him that memorization is an important part of being successful in school and that he shouldn’t be badly. But now, she would help make sure he was learning, too.
In the following weeks Mohammed and Ms. Laurence met during lunch to help him study. To become more informed on Mohammed’s funds of knowledge, she even researched the Tunisian government and looked up the Arabic words for some of the more broad American history terms, like revolution and constitution. That way they could learn together, and Mrs. Laurence could relate what Mohammed knew about the Tunisian government and apply it to learn commonalities and differences between it and the American government. When Mohammed's teacher took an interest in his life and made an effort to make his assignments more relatable and understandable, for the first time he felt like he was truly learning the information. She even organized a study group with Mohammed and the other immigrant students in his grade. Now, through studying with Jacob, Ms. Laurence, and the other immigrant students at his school, Mohammed found an effective balance between 'studenting' and 'learning.'