The school was a very old building “one of the oldest in town” stated the principal. It reminded me much of the building that I was at during my first two years of high school. There were so many kids in the halls during transition and it was hard to believe that all of them were sixth graders. First, I began helping with a science class. The class was learning about volcanoes and I was relearning with them (haha). For the first half of the lesson, I couldn’t really help the teacher because it was mostly lecture and watching a video. The last part of the class, I was able to flip through animated slides and help the children understand more about the volcanoes and to elaborate a little more than the slides did. In sitting there and observing, I noticed that many of the students did not have pencils or pens and needed to borrow them from their teacher. In addition to that, I noticed that there was not enough books for each student and the books they did have were very torn and old.
After some time with the science classes, I went to an English/elective class that had a substitute. I enjoyed this class a lot more because I, along with four other ASB girls, were able to talk with the students about college and answer any questions that they may have had. The girls and I asked the children a variety of questions as well. One of these questions was what they liked/disliked about Selma. Almost immediately a boy raised his hand saying how he did not like how there were so many shootings, deaths, and crimes. Another student mentioned that she did not like that there were no places to shop and not very many restaurants. The children know that their town is dying, they can see that stores are closing, they know that there is crime all around them. It is hard to see that they’ve become so used to it that its not a huge deal. It seems as if they just brush it off.