05/08/2010

Spending cold Winter days indoors writing...

Back posting! In a some kind of vacation, which has given me the opportunity to do something I've always wanted to do: write an article about ESOL - for either practicing writing and reviewing teaching theory.
So, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, fellow teachers, comment on the language AND on the content.
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What’s the drill for getting our students’ month around language?

As many other techniques in the ESOL area, drilling is a quite controversial one. Some teachers say it is pointless and boring whereas many say it is old-fashioned. However, a point has to be clear in our minds when planning a drilling exercise: What is our aim when making our students repeat ourselves?

What is drilling?
According to the Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary, a drill is “an activity which practises a particular skill and often involves repeating the same thing several times, especially a military exercise intended to train soldiers.” Well, now I am absolutely sure many teachers are frowning upon the idea of using a military technique in the classroom (although I also can spot some mean grins). Gently tucking the dictionary away, drilling as a teaching resource is to make the students repeat words or utterances for a given period of time.

It first appeared in the scenario of language teaching in the 60s as one of the central pillars of the audiolingualism approach. There, drilling was used to “promote mechanical habit-formation”* in order to develop accuracy on pronunciation and command of the structures. Those would end up leading to fluency. Cutting a long story short, supported by structural linguistics and fiercely attacked by Chomsky, this approach, thus the drilling technique, started falling from grace.

So, why drill?
In contrast to the aim of drilling in the audiolingualism approach, it is possible to face it as a tool to model and memorize the target language, as a way to fix pronunciation and as an important resource to get rid of fossilized mistakes. When repeating words or utterances, features like intonation, stress, linking sounds can be internalized.

Especially in lower levels, in which students have not acquired enough autonomy yet, drilling is useful to make them confident enough to use the new language in a less controlled moment of the lesson. By getting their mouths around, students might feel more comfortable before experimenting what they have just learned.

It is important to outline, though, that drilling is not, by all means, a tool for grammar or lexis internalization. First of all, because it is not a communicative exercise; it is the repetition of a model aiming the restrict practice of something new to the learners. Secondly, a teacher can only state her students have internalized the target language after seeing them using it different contexts and freer activities.

How can I drill?
There are some different drilling techniques. As far as practicing is concerned, choral and individual drilling are more efficient. Choral drilling consists in the teacher modeling and the group repeating in unison. At that moment, the teacher is able to listen for pronunciation/structure mistakes without exposing her students. Repeat it twice or more, depending on the response, correcting if necessary. To prevent students from dubbing in large groups, drill in groups of 3 or 4.

After having drilled in choral, it is less likely one of them make a mistake, thus the teacher can ask one or two students to repeat alone. If a mistake pops up, it is advisable to ask one or two students to repeat it properly and then come back to the one who has mispronounced. For example:

Teacher: vEgetables
Student 1: vEgetables
S2: vegetAbles
S3: vEgetables
S4: vEgetables
S2: vEgetables

It a way of not exposing the mistake and raise S2 awareness about his own mistake.
There are other ways of drilling like the substitution drilling, which is recommended for grammar and focus a little bit more on the structure. For example:

Teacher: Ski. I can ski. Play tennis. I can play tennis. Ski...
Student 1: I can ski
Teacher: play tennis
S 2: I can play tennis
Teacher: ride a bike
S3: I can ride a bike**

If you are drilling longer sentences, an alternative to not lose the pace of the sentence is drilling backwards. For example:

Teacher: a rug.
Students: a rug.
Teacher: a rug and a big TV.
Students: a rug and a big TV.
Teacher: there’s a rug and a big TV.
Students: there’s a rug and a big TV.
Teacher: In my living room there’s a rug and a big TV.
Students: In my living room there’s a rug and a big TV.

Again, it is crucial the teacher bear in mind why she is drilling for. The technique will be chosen according to the language being taught.

Conclusion
Drilling can be an useful technique to make students comfortable in the presence of a new language item. It helps to build their confidence by giving them an accurate model to follow and not exposing their mistakes.

What can hinder the learners in their effort to reproduce the language accurately is the improper moment of the lesson in which the drilling takes place. Repeating something meaninglessly will not help as much as a meaningful repetition. Drilling has to (I would say must) happen after the clarification of meaning, so it does not end up being a mere parroting, but an effective and far-from-being-old-fashioned way of practice.


References:
* Bowen, Tim. Teaching approaches: what is audiolingualism?

** Russel, Alex. Drilling - Judicious Use of Brute Force in the ESL Classroom.

*** ESOL teaching skills taskbook. Unit 2 – Drilling techniques.

**** Kerr, Phillip. Minimal resources: drilling.

04/07/2010

Connemara, Kylemore Abbey and The Cliffs of Moher

Trying to spend as less time as I can at the internet house, so I`ll post only the photos as the comments.
See ya soon!

The Kylemore Abbey:




The lake in front of the Abbey

The Goth Cathedral of the Abbey
The abbey from the bottom

The abbey and the lake



The Cliffs of Moher


EXTREMELY windy!

still the Cliffs

A detail from the Cliffs

I'll try to post as much as I can!
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02/07/2010

First cities

Well, here I am again, at the publand. I`ll try to be short, because I don't want to spend neither time or money online, once both can be converted in Guinness.

CLONMACNOISE and SHANNONBRIDGE

Clonmacnoise is the perfect example of the expression 'in the middle of nowhere'. It is a 7 km road sided by farms. What brings lots of people there is the ruins of a monastery from the X century.

the 'city'

the bed and breakfast we stayed in Clonmacnoise

 the monastery ruins - breath-taking

closer...

the monastery cemetery ruins


Then, there is Shannobridge, at the end of the road which Irish like to call a city. It's not a 7 km road; it's a 3km street which shelters 3 pubs..    
the other 'city'

the Shanon river and the bridge

the pub - 100 years standing.
Well, I have to go. Hope to post more photos soon!
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28/05/2010

R.I.P. Lobo

It was 1998 and I was resting from my first end of semester rush at college. My mom called:

- A Husky puppy has followed me on the street. I think I'm bringing him home.
- But what about the cat? - I asked, worried about MY pet.
- I can't help, she said. It followed me to my friend's houses' door and it waited for me 'till I left! I'm bringing it home.

Ok, it was her choice. More than one hour later, mom came home. There wasn't any puppy with her. It was as big as a German Shepard and it was brought by the third taxi driver. None of the previous agreed on putting such a big dog in their cars.
- Ok, it's just a Husky, mom. Call him Lobo, as any other Husky, I said poshly

He was tired and weak from having spent such a long time on the streets and he couldn't even stand. We called the vet and made an appointment for the following day. At night I went up to him and try to stroke his head. He growled at me. I was scared and a thick wall was built between us.

I kind of liked him but I was a little afraid. Then I realized my cat didn't like him so I started to side with her. In addition, I felt a little jelous because my mother loved him so deeply but she only liked my pet.
Time went on. My cat died of cancer - poor thing. So difficult to put her to sleep...
Anyway, the days went by and I still couldn't feel comfortable with that dog. He was big, bold, roomy and lazy.

In 2000 my mother travelled for 2 moths. My sister had left home to live by herself some moths earlier, thus it was just me and him. For 2 long months. "I'll just feed him and give him fresh water. That's all.", I thought, forever bearing that first night growl in mind. And along came what I now name as "our second first night".

I had just left my mother at the airport and the house was mine. I had the brilliant idea of watching The Shinning. Alone. At home. At my BIG house. I was scared to death! I went up to my bedroom, resigning myself to a sleepless night. To my surprise, that dog, that big bold roomy and lazy dog climbed the stairs behind me and tucked himself in right beside my bed. That night I could sleep. Soundly. Like an angel.

After that I was free to love that brown furry big fellow as I'd always wanted to, but had been too pride to allow myself to do so.
Many years went on, with him bothering me so many times to walk him, embarassing me so often by popping in front of my neighbours' doors, annoying me by barking at every single dog that would pass by my house at 2 in the morning. On weekends, very early in the morning he would open my bedroom door, wake me up to walk him. Extremelly annoyed, I would turn the other side and come back to sleep only to wake up later and find my books all peed.
I remember bathing him on hot summer days as an excuse to have an outdoors shower myself. More than once he would escape from the leash to seek asylum under my mom's legs - completely wet and covered with soap.

Today Lobo is gone. Gone for good, after having escaped so many times to chase little lady dogs.
He is asleep forever, after so many nights sleeping by my side. Cancer has won again and has taken another pet away from me - this time the pet I would never forget. The big, bold, roomy and lazy lovely dog.

R.I.P., Lobo. May dog's heaven be full of books for you to pee on, comfy sofas for you to sleep on and little lady dog for you to chase. I'll deeply miss you.

10/05/2010

Read me to sleep

I started studying for the Cambridge language examinations in 1997. I enrolled for the CPE preparatory without the slightest idea of what it was. Obviously, I dropped it after 3 months. Last year I decided to go for something easier - CAE.
At the beggining I though it was as difficult as CPE. I almost gave up once more. However, few hour of studying per week has lead me to a brand new universe: the I-am-capable-of-doing-it universe. Consequently, I've become aware of what I would have to do to fill the language gap that has always bothered me: have fun with English. I have always loved listening to the news (don't ask me why... I just love it. Period.), so I've been insanely downloading the Global News Podcast in an almost daily basis from the BBC website.
Nonetheless, it's reading that's been making my days deliriously happier. I've been madly in love with it since I first joined two syllabes to make a meaninful word come to live. Therefore, I'm deeply immersed into cubic meters of a wide range of language, soaking up every single chunk presented to me by those who have been touched by sweet the hand of inspiration. And I'm about to be tucked in by one of them.
So, good-night, sweet readers and flights of angels read thee to thy rest.


Soundtrack: Asleep - The Smiths

22/02/2010

It's been a hard day's night...

... and I've been working since 7.30a.m. I've already had a rebel teen messing around in my class and crook  wannabe but extremely good student trying not to learn English.
I got home at 8 at night, I've been planning classes since that and I still have 2 classes to go, CAE exam-like exercises do to, homework for the CPE course, writing included. Moreover, tomorrow I'll have been up for 2 hours at 9 am. And you know what? I am in a wonderful mood and deliriously happy. That's what assures me I deeply love what I do.
Go figure...

27/01/2010

Literary and Medieval Dublin.

Ok, go ahead and say it. I have been here for 2.5 weeks and I haven’t published a single post about Dublin. A crime I admit committing.

Despite being the capital of the Republic of Ireland (not part of the UK), Dublin is a quite small city, with 1,2 million of people, 10% of São Paulo’s population. However, it holds so much Art and History that it took me 7 days of endless walking to get to know half of it. And I am definitely sure I won’t be able to see everything. But, I think I have enough fluency of Dublin to talk about Literary and Medieval Dublin.

Birthplace of many of the greatest writers in English Literature, you can actually “meet” them and see their houses.
Wilde’s house

Oscar Wilde

Bram Stoker’s house

Me and James Joyce

Then you can see Medieval Dublin. Star with DVBLINIA, an interactive exhibition that recreates the Viking period. The statues are astonishing, due to their human-like form. Even an archeological excavation site has been recreated.







The ticket to DVBLINIA allows you to visit Christ Church, the oldest church in Dublin (and the oldest I’ve ever seen), which dates back to 1100. There you can visit the graves, where many politicians and famous people are buried. Moreover, you can check the Treasure – but no photos allowed.


Christ Church





Mummified cat and mouse, found while some repairs were being done.


End your Medieval tour in St. Patrick’s Cathedral. It’s not as beautiful as Christ Church, but it’s worth the visit.




Take another day to see the Dublin Castle, because the Medieval walking tour is exhausting, but you won’t regret doing it.

Cheers, mates! =)