Monica Brady-Myerov has created a wonderful educational platform that teaches students to improve their listening using audio stories that cover content standards in Science, ELA, and Social Studies. She and her team have refined Listenwise over the years to precisely measure students and their progress at mastering eight key listening skills. With the recent inclusion of the Lexile Framework for Listening, I expect this area to increase in educational importance. California is one of 22 states that assess listening on their annual tests. Listening is especially important to English Learners who will make up one out of every four public school students by 2025. The combination of reading and listening builds their second language proficiency faster. Students gain confidence in their pronunciation when they hear the words spoken correctly.
Monica describes what she has learned along the way. She covers topics like storytelling, listening skills, how to teach listening, the connections between listening and reading, the benefits of listening for English Learners, assessing listening, and creating podcasts. In short, good listeners become great communicators. Peppered with personal stories, lessons, activities, reflection prompts, and planning tools; this book is a must for all interested in improving their communication skills. The author shines when she elaborates on her life-long love affair with the intimacy of audio and when advising teachers not to underestimate the impact of using their voices to read to students at any age. What does a future driven by voice-activated artificial intelligence sound like? Alexa, Siri, and Google have all read this book and so should you.
Full disclosure: I contributed an educator’s story on p. 174.
When I first started using Listenwise in my classroom, I noticed that almost every high school student would reach for their phone as soon as I hit play on the audio. However, when I prompted them on how important it was to listen intently and with 100% focus, their test scores started soaring. Typically, I read between 30-40 books per year. During the last year, with the pandemic, I learned how easy it was to get distracted and only read 6 books. This shameful fact reveals how dependent I have become on listening to books in the car. This book is already helping me sit down, tune out distractions, and put my focus back on reading every day. Still, I wish there was an audio version.
Chapman University had a wonderful prompt for their annual art and writing contest this year. “As you listen to the survivor’s or rescuer’s testimony, and as you reflect on the stories they tell, write down a specific word, phrase, or sentence that speaks to the inner strength of this individual and the role of connectedness in sustaining strength. As the person now entrusted with this individual’s memory, through your creativity in art, poetry, or prose, explore this word, phrase, or sentence as central to the survivor’s or rescuer’s story, your understanding of the Holocaust, and your own search for inner and shared strength during the Covid-19 pandemic.”
Because of pacing issues, my students weren’t able to participate in this year’s contest, but I did use the prompt for my 10th-grade Holocaust unit and we participated in a joint LAUSD-Glendale Unified zoom session with survivor Joseph Alexander. Here are some of the entries from my 10th-grade World History students along with my comments on how they connected the Holocaust testimony to their lives and survival of COVID.
This student finds a shared strength with the Holocaust survivor, but does not supply enough supporting details as to how knowledge protected them during the COVID-19 pandemic. It would be nice to have them elaborate and share more details.
This student composed a poem based on Holocaust testimony, but made no effort to connect it to their life or experiences under COVID-19. They were invited to revise and resubmit.
Another poem with the required connection and explanation to the student’s life follows below:
Fences A fence separating sides, never looked so diminishing as now. Fences everywhere left and right in my life. Everything closed off at one point. Hungary fenced off to Czech Republic. Soon being fenced off of my own home. Closed off from real life trapped in a world where no one seems to relate on the outside. The ghetto stripping us of our rights, fenced from the light, closed to the conditions set for us. Treated lower than others making us feel diminished. No hope, no sight, fenced to my real life. One point I believed it would end, let out of the ghetto only to be trapped in carts for days. No food, no space, no necessities, we are going to waste. Our lives mean no more than a dime to them. I wonder why. What have I done to deserve this? I am Jewish, what a crime. A child, suffering a punishment cruel to man. Ripped away from my parents, what if I never see them again I thought? Off to the crematorium my mother went, reuniting with her only in dreams. Fenced from my family now alone with my sister. Stripped from my beauty, my clothes and hair stripped from me fenced from what was mine. Yellow stripes from my head and back. I was called over before, for my looks. Perfect Aryan they said. Blonde with blue eyes. Baffled when they figured I was Jewish. A waste they said, frustrated I was let go. Only to eventually be fenced from my sister once more. Meeting her from a fence everyday. Restricted from where I once was. Off to a side where I was going to live when my sister wasn’t. Seeing her making sure she was okay was the only thing keeping me going. One day she did not come. Worried I waited for days. Concluding she was selected. Fenced off from every part of what my life once was, I have no will. Death looked me in the eyes wishing it would take me but I survived. With the help of others I made it through. Auschwitz to factories in kettle carts once more. No space, no room, no life. Working until we were set free. Fenced from all free life no knowing what it would be like. Not knowing when it was over. Confused but curious freedom in such a similar state. Soon enough the fenced dropped. Not being able to differentiate what was allowed and what wasn’t. The fence disappeared. I reunited with my brother. A long road ahead but eventually the sun will shine again.
Explanation: Renee Firestone is a Holocaust survivor who came from a well off happy family where she knew enough to associate herself as a Jew but not educated enough to be a master in the religion until later on in life where she learned more. She was taken to Auschwitz where she was separated from her family and fenced off from the only person she had left, her sister who was then selected and she really had no one left in the camp. She was fenced off everything in her life and in some aspects through covid we were fenced off our ordinary life as well. Not that our lives could ever be compared to theirs through covid because we have been fortunate to make it our health and make it this far without losing someone. The situations are not compatible at all but there are similar feelings throughout. In my quarantine experience, although I was safe, my family and I still got covid a few months back. Through my whole covid positive experience, I was separated from my parents and I had to stay with my sister who also got covid and we all quarantined separately. My father was the only one who did not get covid despite being near my mom to help her while simultaneously helping my siblings and I. My siblings and I were fortunate to make it out well and have little to no symptoms but it was different for my mom. My mom was very ill and could not move for anything. She was so sick that she almost had to go to the hospital because she would not breathe. I was very worried for my mom because it made me sad that she was that sick but fortunately, she got better but as she was getting better, her mother passed away from natural causes which was also very rough for her. Throughout his whole time i felt isolated from those that i loved and i was isolated from the world. There were fences all around even though there was nothing there. Restrictions and quarantine life was still rough but nothing extreme. It is nothing compared to what Renee Firestone endured. A little taste of what she had but 20x worse is what I think covid was for me. I relate to Renee though the feeling of being fenced off of your life and those who you love.
For my Holocaust Testimony Project, I choose to research Mala Tribich. Her life story was filled with grief and loss sadly a common factor was being separated from loved ones and family. I can definitely relate to that as I was separated from my father at the beginning of the pandemic when he was severely ill in the hospital. It was 2 long months of not knowing whether he’d be alive anymore but thankfully he’s alive and well continuing to recover. I can also relate in the way that I’ve been separated from the majority of my family who live in Mexico, which include countless aunts/uncles and cousins of all ages, all of which I know little to nothing of. Although I do carry hope, the same way Mala and her fellow survivors did, to one day see them in person. I decided to do a digital art piece to represent the separation that these innocent people and families had to undergo simply because they were Jewish or had Jewish features. This led me to remember the BLM movement, specifically in the summer of 2020, where peaceful protesters were brutally injured. Once again comes to prove how divided we are as humans simply because of our differences. I also included the quote by the incredible Audre Lorde, an American poet/writer feminist as well as a black lesbian mother. The image I drew represents how the Jews felt being attacked trying to hold onto the rope which represents the connections between loved ones and hope meanwhile all it took was one hateful person, Hitler, as he stands on his infamous balcony watching all the henchmen he’s brainwashed with propaganda and racism to follow along with his evil tactics. The henchmen in the background is an image from google just wanted to make that clear because I wanted that image crystal clear but the rest is hand drawn. Ultimately, I wanted to convey the pain that these innocent families went through yet through the worst of tragedies they held onto hope and persevered.
This student made strong connections with her survivor’s testimony and being separated from her father during COVID. They elaborate on the theme of separation with their family history. I appreciated their citing the image and identifying their original art. The composite of the image, quote, and original artwork add up to a powerful experience.
This well done example makes a connection to labor as a benefit. This student elaborates with the work they have done with their father and cites how meaningful work kept them sane and happy. This learning experience demonstrates that tenth grade students can study the past and improve their self-awareness. CASEL defines self-awareness as the abilities to understand one’s own emotions, thoughts, and values and how they influence behavior across contexts. This includes capacities to recognize one’s strengths and limitations with a well-grounded sense of confidence and purpose.
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