26 September 2014

Katy Perry Parody Created by Students at Alyangula Area School

No more than two weeks ago an email was forwarded onto the school community advising that Katy Perry was holding a competition to promote her upcoming world tour. She called for schools around Aus to provide her with a video which showcased their unique school. The most creative entry would win the honor of a visit from Katy, along with $10,000 to improve the school's Arts department. As usual, I was too excited and ambitious for my own sanity and rose to the challenge. We decided to write a take-off of Katy Perry's song 'This Is How We Do', as we could draw some stark comparisons between the lifestyle she boasts in her lyrics to our own here on Groote. Katy sings of sipping rosé, donning lipstick and wearing hoop earrings whilst driving around in her Maserati. We've dared her to trade that all in for nutritious coconut milk, salty locks, no shoes and a bench seat in the back of the Troopy; the only way to get around on Groote.

Before watching our version 'This Is How We Do- Groote Eylandt Style', I recommend watching Katy Perry's playful video clip. 

Fingers crossed Katy's reps decide that Groote would be the ideal setting to further reiterate to her fans that she is 'down-to-earth' and gutsier than some other female artists in 'the biz'. 
Winners will be notified on October 9th. Keep posted and start thinking about how you can get the week off work in November if we happen to win!!

Our video:

Katy's video:

19 September 2014

Monash Student Teacher Meg's Experience of Teaching on Groote Eylandt

When my university course invited me to do a two week teaching placement over on Groote Eylandt, I immediately assumed it was some sort of spelling error in the email. But then, once I determined it was a real place and that it was in fact in Australia, with its own culture and unique education system, I was excited to experience all of it.

Fortunately, my Uni pal, Mel, also applied to embark on this experience and we got sent over together. We were to be living with primary school teacher Casey, her partner Adrian, and their dog named Wilson.

At Darwin airport Mel and I were faced with the harsh truth of us having an inconvenient affection for heavy clothing and traveling with absurd quantities of couscous and body wash. We clawed through our luggage like those angry sweaty people on Border Patrol, plucking out excellent skirts and formidable cardigans in an attempt to get our luggage under the strict 13kg limit. Consequently, leaving us waddling around like sassy blimps wrapped in excellent skirts and formidable cardigans until someone informed us that we could just buy another bag to put our excess stuff in. So we – and more importantly our couscous and body wash – made the flight.

We were greeted at the airport by Casey. We chucked our stuff in the back of her car and naturally we headed straight to the Umbakumba Festival. It was dark by the time we arrived. Everything is always scarier at night; particularly in such an unfamiliar place. And especially when it felt like the three of us made up a large portion of the white population. Sticking pretty close to Casey’s side, to an extent that probably made us look embarrassingly keen for friendship, she told us about the festival and her experiences so far on Groote.  As we wandered around, we meet some of her students, colleagues and friends along the way. During the festival we gathered with the community and heard some students sing songs that they wrote, watched some Indigenous ladies weaving baskets, spectated local girls playing basketball and even got the chance to eat some turtle. It was an interesting festival and I couldn’t have imagined a better introduction to Groote Eylandt. With each new face and every surprising, illuminating conversation, we already felt ourselves coming to love the place, and longing to discover more.

Mel trying turtle
Casey and Adrian were keen to show us around Groote, our adventurous weekends seeing us learn about the rich Indigenous culture, contemporary social customs, and the fascinating lifestyle of the locals.
On our way home from Jagged Heads

We camped at Jagged Heads one night; the rock formations were incredible, and the clarity of the water permitted some enthralling up-close GoPro footage that enabled us to capture the dramatic life of coral. Sadly, Mel accidentally submerged her GoPro without the protective case on it, so we ate away our sorrows around the campfire - chomping into steaks and roasting marshmallows into the night as we learnt more about each other’s’ lives.

In addition to camping at Jagged Heads, we visited the Cave Paintings and numerous beautiful swimming holes. I remember being so amazed, that such beautiful, untouched, picturesque places existed in this remote part of Australia.
Cooling down after visiting the cave paintings

It was really easy to get along with Casey and Adrian, and they made Mel and I feel really comfortable and welcome in their home. I already miss eating Magnums and watching The Bachelor together, as Adrian led discussions about Jess being waaaay too desperate and how Blake has no personality.

Debates on modern romance aside, though, I should probably talk a bit about my school experiences.

My first day at Alyangula Area School was initially a bit nerve-racking, but that soon subsided once I met Casey’s wonderful Grade 3 class. Casey ensured that I got involved in class activities straight away. The students were gorgeous, each of them with varying backgrounds and personalities, but uniform in their innocent childish hilariousness. Casey does a brilliant job of including the Indigenous students in lessons and she operates her classroom in a very organised, inclusive, natural manner.

A moment of my own learning from Casey that I’ll never forget occurred during a moment of mild stress. While I was planning a lesson on the relationship between fractions and decimals and trying to make it meaningful and understandable (for both the Grade 3s and myself), Casey told me to remember that the kids need to enjoy coming to school, to feel like they belong, and to have a good time as they learn. She taught me that teaching is more than running successful, engaging lessons all day, but helping students to develop and maintain positive feelings towards learning, especially in a remote location with Indigenous students, where attendance is generally quite poor. I am always quite hard on myself, but thinking about this gave me a new perspective towards my own teaching and learning and ultimately, my planning. It may seem like a simple concept, but often it’s easy to overlook simple thoughts and ideas like that.

While eventually coming to learn how to pronounce all the kids’ names, and being quietly told by Tioneesha* that her name isn’t Tiosheena, I really enjoyed getting to know them all. It was also amazing to see how far some students progressed in the two weeks that I was there. I found a lot of joy in helping them reach success in their lessons, and witnessing them enjoy their own personal triumphs.

I learned so much from Casey and the students during my time at school, especially in regards to behaviour management, planning and running the classroom. Casey was really supportive of me getting in there straight away and teaching the class as much as possible, which I am so grateful for. It was harder than any placement I had completed in Melbourne, the new challenges numbering amongst those of having to plan lessons to cater for the needs of a hugely diverse range of learners, as well as the oddly constant concern of students just making a smooth exit out the classroom door.

I am so grateful to Casey for all the knowledge she has passed on to me in such a short time, the passion she has for her work is inspirational and the kids she teaches are so lucky to have her as their teacher. I am also really grateful to various other teachers at each school that were kind enough to take time to share their experiences and knowledge with me.

Mel and I also had the fantastic opportunity to visit two other schools during our time on Groote. They were both Indigenous community schools. The attendance rate at these schools are dismal and those who do attend are often being taught classroom behaviour expectations. At Angurugu School, a teacher took us out on the morning bus ride to pick up students from around the community in an attempt to get them to come to school. It was an eye-opening, other-worldly experience, a noteworthy morning featuring the teacher entering a student’s home and emerging with a big Olive Python in his hands. That morning about eight students got on the bus.

The classrooms were caged and locked, resembling more of a prison than a school from the exterior. We observed several classes throughout the day, and it was really interesting to see how differently the classrooms function from school to school, and how individual teachers ran their classrooms. We observed a session in the FAFT Centre - a program that promotes the concept of ‘Family As First Teachers’. Mothers attended with their little ones in an effort to bridge the gap between school and home life, creating a supportive family environment for students whilst respecting the culture and beliefs of the community. I gained great insight into the programs, facilities and strategies in place in the Indigenous communities.

A multi aged class at Angurugu School

School attendance is obviously a key issue amongst the Indigenous population on Groote. It’s a difficult one to resolve due to the conflicting beliefs present in the culture, and it makes it hard for significant learning and growth to take place at school, consequently slowing the efforts of the school community. Through observing these various classrooms environments and educational programs, we gained tremendous, enlightening insight into remote indigenous education – its successes, its shortcomings, and its challenges.

I had the most amazing 18 days on Groote Eylandt. It was filled with many laughs, adventures and opportunities for growth, learning and deeper understanding. I will never forget my time on Groote and the amazing people I got to share it with.

*Name changed slightly for privacy

1 September 2014

Providing Monash University Pre-service Teachers an Opportunity to Teach in a Remote Indigenous Community

Earlier in the year I got in contact with one of my old lecturers from Monash University in Melbourne to propose the idea of inviting forth year student teachers to carry out their teaching rounds here on Groote Eylandt.

In the weeks that followed, I was required to make a list of 'potential risks' associated with living on the island for my proposal to be considered by the head of Student Experiences. As I listed 'crocodile attack' and 'stray dog mauling' in the risk management plan, I laughed as I imagined the reaction of the city slicker responsible for weighing up the probability of such events and detailing some preventative measures.

Months passed, 'necessary' documentation was slung back and forth and just as Adrian and I established some sort of chaotic routine, there were two students scrambling for a spot on our two-seater lounge.

We are now into our second week with the students; hence why I haven't had time to update the blog. Their names are Mel and Meg. As you can see from the photo below, the poor girls have developed island fever. Not really. On the weekend we went to a trivia night and persuaded them to join our team 'The Ninja Turtles'.

Casey, Melbourne Mel  Meg, Island Mel
Going back to the weekend before, we were out at Umbakumba for the weekend; attending the One People, One Voice Fesitval. It was a three-day event celebrating and exhibiting the Indigenous culture and lifestyle.

On the Friday night, their was a lantern parade which involved all the visiting children carrying glowing hand-made lanterns along the pier as the sun when down. The lanterns were made of cane, baking paper, PVA glue and battery-powered lights. It was a pretty spectacular sight. This was followed by each school singing a song produced by the students and the STAMP musicians. Each choir got up on stage and proudly sung along to their school song with conviction whilst a heart-warming film clip accompanied their performance. 

Below is a photo of the shark lanterns strung up in the trees beside the stage. The sharks were made using the same materials mentioned above. On the Saturday morning we wandered the beach before going to watch an Indigenous female basketball match. Before heading home, we plucked a piece of turtle from the BBQ and chewed it all the way back to the car. Needless to say, I'm no longer seeking out turtle of the cooked variety from this day forward.

Adrian and I now call this place home so it's been pretty exciting for us to share the quirks and perks of Groote Eylandt with some like-minded Melburnians. While the girls head back home next Monday, the night before they depart, we will welcome another new face into our home. Although our house is currently bursting at the seams, there's no such thing as 'free time' and Adrian's ears are inundated with teacher talk, we don't regret volunteering for this experience. We feel very lucky to be in the position to expose others to such a unique place and show them how different life can be while still living on the same continent.

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