When I was accepted to the Peace Corps as a Sustainable
Business Volunteer, I frankly was super excited at all the things it could do
for my resume. I could include numbers of how much sales increased and how I
made things way more efficient. I thought that doing “real” service meant I
would produce “real” numbers.
After months in Mexico, I realized that I wasn’t gong to
have my biggest impact in that way. First of all, small business work can be
challenging because of the inherited situations that come with any project
(e.g., people who have a small business not out of passion but out of
desperation for work). Secondly, I perceived so many cultural issues that
cannot even be captured by numbers. As said best by Octavio Paz himself, there is
a real cultural inertia keeping things the way they are. I realized this is
where my work would be…
Through work with a local women’s cooperative, I came to
know of a lady’s son who was in the second grade and still couldn’t read, write,
or even completely recite his ABCs. Yet, the kid was in the second grade meaning he somehow “passed”
the first grade. I came to know that his second grade teacher refers to him as vago and hits him on the head with his
book. I even saw one his tests that contained literally gibberish for answers. Somehow
he passed that, too.
Alright, I
thought, I should try and help out a
little. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t? The child’s mom
mentioned that sometimes he writes the letters in his name backwards, which I
also noticed when I worked with him for the first time (mixing up “M” and “W”
or “H” and “I”, for example). I excitedly printed out some sheets of paper
explaining dyslexia, gave it to the mom to look over, and told her to share it with
the teacher.
I thought I had solved the problem!
Wrong. The teacher responded by saying that the kid didn’t
have any problem other than being lazy. However, I knew the kid wanted to learn from the way he interacted with me in
our tutoring sessions. I could see how it could get lost in a classroom of
thirty because the child did have an unusually short attention span, but I
didn’t understand the teacher’s closed attitude.
Since it didn’t work out talking to the teacher, I made my
way over to the DIF thinking that child services ought to be able to provide
more than just my one-hour-a-week of tutoring. I was immediately disappointed.
Nobody in the DIF even knew what dyslexia was and they tried to send me
elsewhere! I demanded to speak to a psychologist just hoping they would have
some concept of learning disorders. Thank God she did. Although learning
disorders weren’t her specialty, she believed that DIF’s role is to link children
with the resources they need.
We had a couple of sessions with her when we reached the
point where it was time to get the DIF’s social workers involved. They were
going to go to the child’s school and interview his teacher, which was part of
the protocol to get us some further help. Since his school is equipped to
handle children with special capacities – it has a special education teacher
and a psychologist on staff – I thought this might finally get the child some
face time with them.
So, I excitedly arrived at our next meeting pining to hear
what the social worker found. The social worker said that she interviewed the
teacher and that there was nothing wrong with the child other than him not being
interested in learning. Nothing more. What?!
The DIF is supposed to be about helping kids, not about maintaining the status quo.
I could sense the door of all the
progress we had made was being slammed in my face. I then went on a long
tirade. I talked about how the teacher is obviously going to have her own point
of view in order to protect herself, how she is not even trained to be able to
diagnose kids with learning disorders, and that the DIF’s job is to make things
better! Luckily, cooler heads
prevailed as the psychologist stepped in and said we should send the child to
the CREE in Tepic (almost like the DIF, but at the state level) and have them
run some diagnostics. If the kid has a learning disorder then we can do
something about it. If not, maybe the teacher is right.
After the social-worker-visit the child’s mom had to face
the teacher the next day at school (the teacher requires the mom be present in class daily in order to discipline her son when he gets out of line.) The
teacher proceeded to tell the mom that it was pointless that we went to DIF
because her son was just vago (a recurring
theme). She told her that going to the CREE in Tepic would be a waste time
because there was nothing wrong with him. She also shared how she and the
social worker that interviewed her are cousins.
When our appointment at the CREE finally arrived competent
and professional staff immediately helped us. We met with a physician, a
neurologist, and a social worker who asked various questions and conducted
various tests. The social worker gave us two oficios, one for the San Blas DIF (to help the mother our
financially with future transportation to CREE), and one for the child’s school
(to conduct a study of his behavior). The oficios
also contained the CREE’s preliminary diagnoses of the child: ADHD and a
secondary learning disorder (probably dyslexia).
So, at this point, I was surely thinking we were over the
hump. I was wrong again.
That Friday, the child’s mother goes to his school to drop
off the oficio to the director. He says
the special education teacher is unavailable to conduct the study that day. The
child’s mother comes back a second time, the following Monday, to only get the
same reply. The child’s mother then comes back a third time, on Tuesday, to again
hear the same thing. Finally, the fourth
time, the mother seeks out the special education teacher herself. The
conversation will surely surprise you.
The special education teacher was shocked because she hadn’t
heard of the situation at all. She then pulled together a quick meeting with
herself, the mother, the director, and the kid’s regular teacher. At first, the
director denies ever having received
the oficio! The mother, astute as she
is, made of photocopy of the oficio –
with the director’s signature – and produced it on the spot. I’m sure you can
imagine how his faced must have looked. He subsequently claimed that he must
have misplaced it. Right. I never would have imagined someone would go through
so much trouble to block a 7-year-old kid from getting some help.
As we await our upcoming appointments at the CREE, the child
keeps improving. Betty is now chipping in tutoring hours, as well, which has
made a big difference. He’s getting better at reading, writing, and almost has
his ABCs down.
While this project is one that will never show up on my VRF, I can’t help
but think how important it is. And while it will never show up at Peace Corps
headquarters in Washington either, I can’t help but think this is what the Peace
Corps is about.