Carl Wheeler
Mid-Pacific Institute –
Honolulu (Retired)
Teachers Without Borders – 2006-7
During
the two trips that I have made to
Jim
Metz and I were walking along a road in a small village some kilometers outside
of Port St. John’s, when were invited into a home. We met Grace, a lady who
made crafts that were sold to tourists, and her cousin, a teacher in Mthatha. Soon we met Jody, Grace’s daughter, who came--in
school uniform, of course--from her make-up classes, the result of an extended
strike of government workers resulting in the closure of schools. She was
preparing for her “matric” exams, success in which is
necessary for admission to South African universities.
Jim
and I became teachers for a while, as we helped Jody with some tough
trigonometry problems. We were “blown away” by this young lady, who had already
earned a full-ride scholarship to the South African university of her choice.
We were so impressed that we returned the next day to give her a graphing
calculator, a device unheard of in rural (or most any) schools in the country.
This
experience was probably the