Orals

Since yesterday at 2:00 p.m. and all of today i have been listening to oral presentations and having short conversations with my twenty two second year Spanish ab initio students. They have been coming to my house to do this, which is part of their evaluation process for the International Baccalaureate program, which i teach.

Fortunately on Thursday it was Danae's birthday, and so yesterday evening she invited me and some other friends to dine with her. Without that little social respite my brain might have exploded by now, leaving eight students without a grade to testify their oral skills in Spanish. (while i type this, student number nine is quietly preparing her presentation in my living room; she might have had to deal with the gore).

Don't get me wrong. I love these kids, and on the whole, they are brilliant students: alive, sincerely curious, struggling to find their way. Some of the conversations turn out very natural and there is even some sincere communication going on. It's just three things that frustrate me:

1) the repetitiveness of it all. They come, choose two images at random from among seventeen, prepare a presentation based on one of them, spill it out; i then ask them some questions, record everything, fill in forms, assign grades to them. Over and over and over, 22 times.

2) the fact that some of them could have done a much better job if they'd worked just a little more consistently in these past 18 months. Some of them are sincerely keen to learn Spanish, yet don't seem to grasp the idea that, in order to truly develop a skill, a certain amount of self-discipline is required.

3) the guilt i feel at my participation in a process that basically amounts to having teenagers jump through hoops, so that they can better fit into an unbalanced society. A society that, rather than teaching young people to discover what they really love and feeding their passion for whatever that may be, simply prepares them to function within predefined roles many of them will spend great chunks of their lives trying to squirm out of.