On Friday 10 March, I tutored Umutoni, my Rwandan tutee, at
her family’s apartment on Capital Circle NE. When I arrived, Umutoni and her
siblings answered the door; their mother was apparently in the hospital and had
given birth. (They facetimed her and she waved to me, smiling, over the phone.)
There were no other adults present. I began the lesson by asking Umutoni to
recite the alphabet; she did so perfectly. Then I asked her to write it out.
She did well up to the last few letters (WXYZ), but I gave her space to think
and she was able to correct herself. (She had transposed W and X.) Umutoni knows
only a few basic sentences, like, ‘please, take a seat’, or, ‘I like to play’.
I began to teach her new words. I pointed to objects in the room and asked what
they were. She did well with the words ‘table’ and ‘chair’; knew the words for
basic food items like ‘banana’ and ‘apple’; but didn’t know what a ‘sofa/couch’
was, or what ‘roof’ or ‘ceiling’ meant. We then worked on numbers, and she
showed off that she knew the numbers up to one-hundred. She knew two-hundred,
three-hundred, and so on, but couldn’t write out the numbers between them
(one-hundred and one, or one-hundred and fifty five, for example).
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