An American Tale My first visit to the USA was when I worked one of my summer holidays of university in Lebanon, Connecticut at a Girl Scout camp. I was a unit leader and was in charge of 5 members of staff and 20 – 25 campers so it was a great taste of what being a teacher would be like, but with added horse riding and swimming supervision! After the camp, I travelled with fellow counsellors to Long Island, Boston and Montreal, then struck out on my own to Minneapolis, Phoenix, Indianapolis and Memphis. I did the American things of going to a drive-in movie and a baseball game as well as seeing the Grand Canyon, Elvis Presley’s Graceland mansion, and going round the Indianapolis 500 track. I was fortunate to stay with families of people from camp and from university for the most part, and made memories of the people, places and challenges that are still very vivid today over thirty years later. In 2003, I got the chance to work as a teacher in Las Vegas at one of the top private schools for students up to 13 years old. I spent a year there teaching a Grade 6 class (Year 7 in England) the Social Studies subjects of History, Geography and English. I learnt a lot about marketing and the business side of education, as well as dealing with students and parents some of whom came from very wealthy backgrounds (although I had worked for two years previously at an international boarding school in Switzerland so knew something of this already!) The students, parents and staff were amazing, and it was a great experience to really live in America rather than just visit or see it on screen. The flag hung in every classroom and the pledge of allegiance was said at the start of every assembly, and there was Thanksgiving and the Superbowl to experience first hand with my friends and colleagues. Living there gave me insights into history as well. The Headteacher had fought in the Vietnam War (something I now teach) and I got to visit my first lunch counter. In the 1960s during the struggle for African American equality, in a number of US states restaurants were still segregated into black and white areas. However, some of the earliest grass roots protests to end segregation took place with African Americans and white young people sitting together at segregated lunch counters, a traditionally white area of a restaurant where they were met with violence and arrest. Visiting one of those near the Hoover Dam was a poignant experience. There were Native American Reservations locally, and on my travels I visited Monument Valley in the Navajo Nation, with its dramatic red landscape famous from cigarette adverts of the 1970s and its history of oppression and suppression of the Native Americans by the US Government, something I also now teach. It was a fascinating year and again something that did a little to shape who I am and how I view the world. Mrs N. Hartt 20
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