Monday, February 6, 2012

3 Days!

Just a quick update, I’m suffering from some insomnia after waking up at 2 am to a mouse in my house.  Chasing him out got my adrenaline pumping and now I’m wide awake. 

Not too much to update on though.  School is going well, I haven’t really had a chance to start any clubs yet as the Senior 1 and Senior 4 students just arrived at school yesterday.  Now that they are here hopefully things can get rolling.  We’re starting on our map project.  I’ve bought all the supplies and yesterday the carpenter came and hung the plywood we will paint on.  It looks great but it’s huge, about 6 feet by 12 feet!  It will be nice once it’s finished but the painting process is going to be a little challenging. 

The most exciting thing of course is that my parents are coming on Friday!  It’s crazy!  I’ve spent all of January thinking about it and planning and now it's finally here!  My mom thanked me the other day for organizing everything and I told her I have enjoyed it, which I honestly have.  I realized that I’ve enjoyed it so much is because for once I have control of something.  I know what’s going on and I can plan something and have it go the way I plan; there aren’t any cultural barriers to overcome, I don’t have to be sell them on my ideas, they’ll pretty much just go along with what I say.  Finally I just get to boss someone around and it feels so good!  (This is sort of an unexpected personality trait, but I guess Peace Corps is all about self-discovery, right?!)  Hopefully my parents won't mind too much!  ;-)

In the midst of all the planning and anticipation of their arrival I’ve been working hard on just being here.  I sort of feel like I’m at the peak of my service, I’ve made it through the first year of figuring out what I’m doing, what my role is, etc. and I still have time before I need to think about what will happen after Peace Corps.  I have this little window of time where I can really work hard, get things done and mostly just sit back and appreciate what I’m doing here and the people I’m with.  Since the one year mark time has been flying by and I know it’s only going to continue going faster.  It’s easy to start counting down the months but I don’t want to do that yet.  This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me and I finally feel comfortable and confident enough to truly be myself and enjoy it.  I want to learn to live in the present and recognize the life I’m living here, every day, before it’s gone in an instant.  

I'll try and update while my parents are here and then write a full report on all our travels after they go.  

All my love, 
Annie

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Year 2

So Paris…where do I begin, I honestly don’t think there could have ever been a better time in my life for such a trip.  It satisfied all the things I was missing and was in desperate need of; beauty, creativity, diversity, anonymity, incredible food, wonderful friends and conversation, and best of all, I was in Paris!  Once I had booked the trip I was all about Paris, anytime I was in Kigali with decent internet all I did was research, read blogs, look at pictures, anything I could get my hands on.  And when I was stuck in a 3 hour long meetings, celebrations, or church, my mind wondered to one destination, Paris.  Just thinking about and planning this trip pulled me out of a mid- service slump.  All the buildup made me a little nervous I might be disappointed, but it was quite the opposite and proved to be better than I could have even imagined. 

I got lost in Paris, both literally and figuratively.  Some of the best days in Paris were spent wondering around the narrow streets of the Marais or Montmarte, getting lost, orientate myself, then getting lost again, and finally ending up in a completely different neighborhood from where I had started or intended to go.   The streets are an endless maze with something new around every corner that I could never resist exploring. 

I let myself get lost too and seemed to find myself again in a whole new way.  In Rwanda and especially in my village I am extremely conspicuous.  I am spotted a mile away, I know this because often I am walking down the road and will hear distant calls of my name, I cannot see the source or even what directions it is coming from but someone has spotted me.   Even at night I seem to glow in the dark.  I am stared at, hollered at, and demand of most days.  I constantly feel that what I do (or don’t do) is scrutinized, which leaves me analyzing and calculating every move I make.  “What will they think if I do that?”  “How will if look if I do that?” are the questions I am constantly asking myself.  It’s exhausting.  In Paris I could leave all that behind; no one noticed me, no one yelled “muzungu” at me, no one even looked my direction.  I was completely anonymous.   I don’t think I’ve ever felt so free in my entire life.  I had no obligations, no expectations and no one judging.  I felt more like myself than I have in a very long time.  I needed to be reminded of the things I enjoy and give myself permission to enjoy them without feeling guilty or like I had to explain myself.  I was able to exist and just be without feeling like I was under living under a microscope.  All this combined with the good friends and the beauty of Paris made for the trip of a lifetime.

Some of the highlights included: 
  •  Museums. Musee  d’Orsay, Rodin and the Museum of Nature and Hunting (random but great!) 
  •  Our friend Ju.  Theresa connected with him through another friend and we met up our second night in Paris.  Ju has lived in the city his entire life and was more than happy to share the city he knows and loves.  He took us to unexpected places and gave us lots of insight into the history and culture of Paris. 
  • The illegal catacombs guided by Ju.  Read about it here   http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/02/paris-underground/shea-text (no bones for us, just a castle, art, and water up to our thighs)
  • FOOD!  Chocolate croissants, fresh baguettes, cheese (especially goat cheese!), crepes, wine, and champagne and basically everything else I put in my mouth!
  • Christmas!  We spent Christmas day wondering around the city, by the Louve, the Tuileries, and then down Champs Elysees through the Christmas market and finally to the Eiffel Tower.
  • Christmas presents!  My AMAZING family sent an entire suitcase full of presents to my friend Theresa to bring along for me.  So when Christmas day arrived I had lots of gifts to open and not only were they from my family but also my friends.  My sister (best sister EVER!) sent a message to several of my close friends telling them she would be sending a package for me to have for Christmas so many of them sent things to my sister which she included in the package to Theresa.  Turns out I have the kindest, most thoughtful and generous friends ever!  (Which I already knew, of course!)  It was so amazing to know that everyone was thinking of me and worked so hard to make my Christmas so incredibly special! 

I arrived back in Rwanda just in time to celebrate New Year’s with other volunteers who had also returned from their own holiday trips.  After that we had our Mid-Service Conference with all the Education Group 2 volunteers.  It was a nice transition back into life here to spend some time with everyone.  I made it back to my site just in time to begin the new school year.  Now we are about to begin week 3 and so far things have been going quite well.  I am all about fresh starts and that’s exactly how this year feels.  I have 1 full year of experience, I’m coming back from a great holiday break and vacation, and I’m starting my final year of Peace Corps.  All of these things leave me feeling more confident and motivated to get things done and make it a great year.  

I felt amazing for my 2 weeks in Paris and thankfully, some of those feelings have carried back into my life in Rwanda.  The trip reminded me that I can be myself here too and in order to stay happy and motivated I need to find a balance between assimilating to this culture and maintaining my own sense of self.  So far it’s worked; I’m feeling much more confident, less guilty and not so stressed out about what others may be thinking.  This has made coming back so much easier and I really feel excited about the year to come.  It also helps that I have some exciting things to look forward to.

Coming up first in just 3 weeks, my parents will be here in Rwanda.  That’s right, my parents, who have lived in small town New Prague, Minnesota for their entire lives are coming to Africa!  I am so excited and proud of them, I honestly think there coming here to visit is a bigger deal than me coming to live here for 2 years.  The fact that they are willing to fly half way across the world to come and see where I live, meet the people who have become my family here and experience the way I live, means so much to me!  We’ve been talking about it for ages but now that it’s here it’s sort of hard to believe.  I feel like I have two worlds, my world here in Africa and my world back home in America, and to picture my parents here in Africa is so strange because in my head it seems impossible that these two worlds can coexist.  It will be a good experience for all of us.  I can’t wait for them to come though and I think everyone in my village is just as excited.  Along with my parents will come some much needed school supplies.  They have been collected by the teachers at St. Wenceslaus where my mom works and will be donated to my school.  I am so excited to have some decorations and extra supplies available to the students, who are lucky if they even have a ruler to use.  Thank you to the kind and generous teachers at St. Wence, your donations will be put to good use!

I have some exciting projects on board as well.  I am planning to work with some students to paint a mural of the world on the wall in our library.  The funding for this project has been donated by a group of my mom’s friends who I am also very grateful to!  My girls club will hopefully have a good start this year as 2 of my students attended GLOW camp in November and will help me with the organization.  I just attended an orientation for the Judges English Training Program, in which I and other Peace Corps volunteers will be teaching English to the employees of the Rwandan Ministry of Justice.  This will include accountants, court clerks, judges, and even a few Supreme Court justices.  It’s a new program I happy to be a part of, organized by Peace Corps volunteers and is greatly supported by the Rwandan Government.  I also was also visited by a fellow Minnesotan last week who runs an organization here in Rwanda called Water for Life.  His organization works to provide clean water throughout Rwanda by building rainwater catchment tanks.  It sounds as though we will be working together to build such a system at my school.  It isn’t definite yet but my fingers are crossed so that it all works out.  I’ll keep you updated. 

So all that along with some other little projects and teaching I’m keeping plenty busy, which is how I like things.  I hope you all enjoyed the holidays and that the New Year is off to a good start. 

All my love,
Annie

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Oh Paris...

Hello from Paris!  I can't even begin to describe how amazing this trip has been!  It's been filled with long walks around the city, eating lots of good food and long chats with good friends, I don't think there is anything more I could possibly ask for!  I just wanted to post some (ok, A LOT) pictures quickly while I have a good internet connection and will write more of the details later!  I hope you all had a fabulous 

The view from our apartment in Montmarte, the lights in the back are from the Eiffel Tower



Sacre Coeur


The Louve



Ice skating outside Hotel de Ville

Notre Dame

Our Christmas Eve dinner!

Opening presents on Christmas!

All my wonderful presents from my AMAZING friends and family!  (more on that later!)


Wondering around on Christmas (Me, Theresa, and Emily)

Jardin des Tuileries


On the Ferris Wheel

Champs Elysees

Emily enjoying a crepe at the Christmas market!

Arc de Triomphe

wondering around the flea market


Picnic at Parc des Buttes Chaumont





The Pantheon

Wine, bead, fish and meat, what else could one need!

The back on Notre Dame

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

GLOWing Bright

One...We're here to GLOW!
Two...We wanna show!
Three...That we can be
More, More, More, More!!


This was the cheer about 55 young Rwandan girls recited multiple times each day during the 5 day GLOW camp that I helped organize along with about 12 other volunteers.  GLOW stands for Girls Leading Our World.  It's an initiative that was started several years by Peace Corps Volunteers in Romania and has since spread to Peace Corps countries all over the world.  This is technically the 3rd year PC Rwanda has hosted GLOW Camp but there previous year there was one camp for the whole country.  This year they decided to divide it up by regions.  This is all entirely volunteer run and those that wished to host a camp could but it wasn't mandatory.  In all, I think there were about 5 girl's camps and 2 boy's camps (my group chose to do a girl's camp only).  We applied for a $5,000 grant from PEPFAR (a worldwide Anti-AIDS initiative started during George W's presidency) that paid for everything from supplies, to food, to transportation as the camp was entirely free for the girls.

The goal of GLOW is to empower girls to be confident and to make good life decisions.  Here in Rwanda, I can count on one hand the number of girls in my classes that speak up on their own accord.  Although the Rwandan government is pushing heavily for gender equality (Rwanda has the highest percentage of women in parliament in the world), on the ground there are still major disparities.  In America, we are taught about self-esteem, to be confident and that it's okay to be different.  Even though these lessons begin at a young age these are still things most of us struggle with, but here kids are never taught any of it.  For example, last term in the girl's club at my school I did a lesson about embracing our differences.  When I asked the girls if it's okay to be different, they immediately responded that "No, it's bad if people are different and it would be better if everyone was the same because then there wouldn't be any conflict."  I do believe this response has a lot to do with Rwanda's history, but nonetheless, a stark contrast to the answer you would get from a group of American kids.


So GLOW camp is an opportunity to give these girls a chance to be themselves and to feel good about who they are.  Each day we had 3 lessons which included topics like self-esteem, goal setting, HIV/AIDS (this was a requirement for the grant), communication, etc.  After lessons the girls could choose to dance, play soccer, or make beads and necklaces and they all tie-dyed t-shirts.  Each night after dinner we had more group activities.  Tuesday there was a carnival with games, on Wednesday we had a "bonfire" (it was moved indoors because of rain) and an "I can't" funeral.  In America, of course a bonfire is a camp tradition, but in Rwanda having a fire something that is done at funerals.  To combine both traditions we had the girls write a statement on a piece of paper of something they have been told they cannot do or believe they can't do and then burn it in the fire.  It was a great activity which we topped off with s'mores!  On the last night we had a talent show which inevitable turned into a dance party.

GLOW was probably the best experience for me here as a PCV for so many reasons.  The best part, of course, was the girls; to see them open up, let loose and just have fun.  Starting at such a young age they have had so many responsibilities, babysitting, cooking, cleaning, fetching water, gathering firewood, and the list goes on.  But for 5 days they weren't asked to do anything, they were able to have fun, make new friends and reflect and learn about themselves in a positive and encouraging environment.  I think my favorite part was the carnival on Tuesday, it was clearly an experience none of them had ever had before and they were so happy running around to each game with huge smiles on their faces, it was so much fun to watch them.

What also made GLOW such a success, were the all-star PCV's I worked with planning the camp.  Our camp honestly went off without a hitch, which would be an accomplishment for any camp but especially a camp in Africa and this is because of the hard work everyone put into it.  We joked all week long that we were just holding our breath, waiting for things to fall apart, but they never did, not even close.  We were lucky from the beginning with awesome leadership that delegated well and pulled everything together while everyone else pulled their own weight.  When I joined the Peace Corps I knew that I would learn so much from all the people in my village, but I didn't expect to learn so much from my fellow PCV's.  I'm so lucky to be here with such a motivated, generous, and truly exceptional group of people.



Just a few the awesome volunteers that helped make GLOW happen

A lesson about HIV Prevention

Tie-Dying

A morning energizer

Dinner!

Some girls performing a dance at the talent show

An impromptu performance of Jingle Bells by the leaders 

Face paint from the carnival
The dance party


The 3 girls from my school that attended camp, Lovange, me, Sabine, and Rachel



So now that GLOW is finished all I have on my mind is PARIS!  I am so excited!  A lot of the other volunteers that were at GLOW are going to America for the break so we spent a lot of time talking about what we'll do on our vacations but mostly about what we will eat!  There are so many things I am looking forward to on this trip but I cannot wait to be surrounded by Christmas!  In Rwanda, Christmas is strictly a religous holiday and there really isn't any build up to it.  There aren't any decorations, songs, parties or anything at all.  I know in America it can sometimes be a little over the top, especially when Christmas seems to start way back in October these days, but having not had any of it for 2 years, I miss it!  All the lights, decorations, shopping, food, music, movies, and traditions, it's magical.  And in my opinion, Paris is magical anytime of the year, but at Christmas, after living in Africa for a year...there are no words!

I wish everyone a happy holiday season!  I hope that in the midst of all the running around you can take time to really appreciate the spirit of Christmas and how lucky we are to have such a beautiful holiday filled with wonderful tradition to share with all those we love.  Merry Christmas!

All my love,
Annie

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Parties!

The school year is officially over!  My teaching responsibilities for the year are done and I'm celebrating by doing nothing!  I'm catching up on things that I've put off, laundry, reading, cleaning etc.  I'm enjoying my free time but I'm making a conscious effort to find things to keep myself busy to avoid a downward spiral of boredom, leading to excessive homesickness, guilt, frustration, and a case of the blues.  I'm giving myself the weekend though to just enjoy.  :)   

It's not only me who is happy the school year is finished; I attended 4 different parties the last week to celebrate.  Three of them were student organized, which I was quite impressed with and Friday we had a party for the staff and teachers at school.  

The celebrations I've attended here in Rwanda, no matter what the occasion, are all fairly similar.  They've all started the same way; late.  This ranges from 1 hour to about 3 hours after the scheduled start time.  Even the wedding I attended was off schedule by 2 hours, just imagine if that happened in the States!  This doesn't really faze anyone else but for some reason I have it in my head that the one time I decided to show up late the darn thing will actually start on time, so usually I end up being the first one there.  Once the guests arrive people don't stand around and mingle, they sit.  There are chairs for everyone, usually arranged around the perimeter of the room, with a head table in the front and everyone waits for the "program" to begin.  There are some hushed conversations between a few people but often everyone sits in silence.  When the host comes and welcomes the guests the party has officially begun.  This usually means food and drinks but most importantly, speeches.  Rwandans LOVE to give speeches and it's not just a quick word, but a long-winded, never ending speech, that even with my limited Kinyarwanda, know is just saying the same thing over and over again.  

If I'm lucky there is some other form of entertainment provided.  At the students' parties they had music and dancing, skits and even a rap.  It was a lot of fun to see their creative side, which they rarely have the opportunity to express.  The food varies, two of the student groups provided cake (don't picture a beautifully decorated sheet cake with icing an inch think, here we have dry, little muffin shaped cakes, almost like corn cake but not nearly as good) and soda.  The Senior 3 students actually collected money and cooked a full meal for the teachers and also invited their family's to come and celebrate.  They planned, went to the market, cooked and served it all themselves.  For the teacher party Friday, they bought a goat and hired someone to come and cook brochettes, (grilled skewers of meat) and roasted plantains.  Before I came here I had never had goat but now it's pretty much the only kind of meat I eat. It’s similar to beef, the only problem is that they cook and eat ALL of the goat.  Which means when you go to a restaurant you have to be sure to order meat only or you may end up with intestine, liver, kidney, etc. you just never know.  

To drink there is always soda and sometimes beer.  Everything here comes in glass bottles that are returned and refilled.  For soda you can choose from Fanta (orange or citron), Coke and sometimes Sprite or tonic water; there is never anything diet.  There are 3 Rwandan beers which are most common, Skol, Mutzig and Primus, which come in huge bottles.  Here it’s very important that one’s bottle is never empty.  The second I finish (or sometimes even before) someone is opening another bottle.  The problem is, I tend to drink quickly (especially when I listening to speeches in a language I don’t understand) so I could easily be served 4 or 5 sodas in a single sitting if I allowed it.  I’ve learned quickly to drink slower though, because people seem personally pained when I refuse to drink my third or fourth soda because my blood sugar is already so high I can’t keep my hands from shaking. 

If it’s a party where kids are invited, they are usually rounded up and seated on a mat on the floor.  Someone prepares a large platter of food and places it in the middle of the mat, which they all dig into with their hands.  I’ve also been at parties where I was served food this way as well; every table is given a platter we share and eat from.  Everyone washes their hands first, as someone with a basin, pitcher of water and soap, walks around to each person.

Once all the food, drinks and speeches are finished everyone heads home.  In general, I’d say parties here are more formal and subdued.  There is a mentality here that in order to be legitimate one needs to be serious.  To me, it seems as though their celebrations are a way to show they have standards, that they may live in a rural African village but are still educated and civilized. 

Here are some pictures from the parties.  Enjoy!


Enjoying Fanta and cake



Senior 3 students performing a skit

Grilling brochettes

My colleague Providence and her daughter Umutesi

All my love!
Annie

P.S.  Happy Halloween to everyone!  Send me pictures!

Saturday, October 22, 2011

An Education...

Well exams are finished; I’ve finished correcting all of them and submitted my grades.  Now all that is left is to complete the report cards by hand, which means writing the marks from each class on each student’s report card.  Since it’s the end of the year, the marks also need to be totaled for the year, figure the percentage and recopy the entire thing so there is copy for the student to keep and one to be kept on record at the school; tedious to say the least!  Fortunately, this isn’t actually my job but it’s an awful lot of work so I’ll be helping the other teachers out. 

We’re getting so close though!  As I’ve said before, the school year is almost over and then we’ll have about 2 months off before school begins again in January.  This is just one of the ways the Rwandan education system is different than America, so I thought I’d dedicate this entry to explaining it a little more thoroughly.

In general , all Rwandan schools are run pretty much the same, at least all the government schools.  There are, however, private schools that have a little more freedom and some are organized quite differently and vary between schools.  My school is a government school so this is the system with which I’m familiar. 

Here in Rwanda there are 9 years of “free” basic education, which they have recently upped to 12 years.  I say “free” because while the government claims it offers free education, all school have school fees.  These fees can range from a few thousand francs per term (about $10) to upwards of 50,000 francs (about $80).  These fees are used to pay for basic maintenance of the school, small supplies for the teachers (pens, notebooks, chalk) and at my school it pays for room and board for the students.  This money is also used to supplement the teacher’s income.  Their salaries are pretty pathetic.  A primary school teacher with the lowest level of education makes about 27,000 francs per month ($45) and someone with a university degree probably makes about $200 per month.  So the teachers each get a small bonus each term.

These fees are a huge issue though.  There are many students who can’t go to school because they can’t pay.  Sometimes they have to take a year off to work and then return back the following year.  This is the reason my student’s ages range between 14-19 years.  I’ve walked to class numerous times to see half my class missing.  When I ask where everyone is I’m told they’ve all been sent home to get money to pay their fees.  Everyone understands the importance of education though, and families make huge sacrifices to send their kids to school.  They know the alternative is pretty bleak.  Some students who don’t go to school find work as a house boy or girl, helping clean or cook and can make as little as $15 per month. 

In America, the school system is divided into 3 levels, elementary, middle and high school.  It’s basically the same here but we have primary, lower secondary and upper secondary.  There are 6 years of primary school, 3 years of lower secondary and 3 years of upper secondary.  At the end of each level all students have to take a national exam which determines if they can continue their studies. So for example, all the students in their 3rd year of upper secondary will take a standardized national exam.  If they don’t pass they cannot continue in a government school but can go to a private school if they can afford it, which most cannot.   Here’s where things get confusing; because the government is slowly increasing the number of years of basic education (from 9 years to 12) the national exam is not so much about whether or not you can continue your education and more about what type of school you can attend.  All the primary schools are basically the same but secondary schools vary.  There are schools called “Basic 9” which have both primary and secondary education. The students who fail their exam after P6 go to these schools for lower secondary.   My school is considered a secondary school so all the students have passed the exam.  I honestly don’t think there is much difference between the schools though, it’s not like the secondary schools have better teachers or more resources than the Basic schools; it just divides the students by those who passed and those who didn’t. 

Because the government is increasing standard education to 12 years,  in theory the exam the Senior 3 students have to take shouldn’t determine if they can go to upper secondary, just which type of school they will be accepted into.  However, the government tends to make big declarations without adequate preparation.  In the past, maybe 25%-50% of the students who took the exam passed and continued to Senior 4 and there were enough schools to accommodate them.  But now, all the thousands of Senior 3 students need schools to go to, so all the schools are scrambling quickly to build new classrooms, find new teachers, get materials, etc. to accept the new students; my school included.  In reality there isn’t going to be enough room for all the students, so some will be rejected.   Needless to say, theSenior 3 students at my school (and at every other school) have spent the entire year freaking out over this exam trying to prepare for it. 

More about the exam; it’s a cumulative and covers all the information they have studied in their 3 years in lower secondary in 8 subjects; math, English, biology, chemistry, physics, history, Kinyarwanda, and geography/social studies.  Then in 1 week they take all 8 exams.  Now, if studying 3 years of information in 8 different subjects doesn’t sound bad enough, here’s the kicker, all the exams are in English.  Up until last year they were in French, which the students are much more fluent in, but now they’ve changed everything to English. Just imagine trying to take high school level exams with about a 4th grade English reading level.   I was asking one of my teachers about how the exam works and asked what percentage is considered passing.  He said it varies each year and everyone seems to think this year it’s going to have to be on a huge curve, otherwise everyone will fail.  We’ll see.

The daily schedule here is also quite different.  There are eight 50 minute periods each day beginning at 7:30, an hour and a half lunch break and then ends at 3:40pm.  Here each class has their own classroom.  For example, at my school the Senior 2 class is divided into 2 sections, A and B.  So there are 2 classrooms where the students stay all day and the teachers go to each classroom to teach their lesson.  Each class has about 50 students.  I was recently talking to another volunteer and we decided if there was one thing we could change it would be the class size, not the language barrier or the lack of resources, because with fewer students and the time to focus on each of them those problems could be lessened.  But now, trying to keep 50 students in order and help each of them is virtually impossible and inevitably some of them get left behind, and it’s usually the ones that need the help the most.  With some experience now I’ve found new ways to work with large class sizes but it’s a huge, ongoing challenge. 

At my school, thankfully, since it’s a boarding school, my students eat lunch.  This is isn’t the case however, at most government day schools.  This means the students come to school at about 7:30am and leave school at about 2:30pm having not eaten a thing.  I can’t even imagine trying to keep the students attention those last few hours of the day.  There is a campaign to get lunch served in all schools, but like everything else, it’s a slow process and requires funds that are not readily available. 
Then of course there are the differences in resources.  We do have about 8 computers, all of which are used and are from about 2002.  There are 2 printers but no copy machine.    There are 2 maps, one of Rwanda and one of the world.  There is also some equipment for teaching math, (rulers, protractor, etc.) to be used on the blackboard.   As teachers we are given notebooks to write our lesson plans, blue and red pens and chalk.  That’s all, anything else we want to use to teacher our lessons we must provide.  My school does have text books for each subject.  Unfortunately they aren’t always used.  Sometimes it’s because the teacher chooses not to use it or doesn’t know how to, or because it’s just a bad book written at an English level far beyond any student, is confusing or has incorrect information.  We also have a trunk filled with science equipment which also is rarely used.  This is my plan for the break; I want to organize the library, implement a check out system and teach the students and teachers how to use what we do have.  I also hope to find a way to get some more resources.  All lessons are in English and we don’t have a single English dictionary! 

So those are the basics of the school system here.  It’s taken me a full year to understand all that and there’s still so much I don’t know.  Next week we are supposed to have make-up exams for those who are below a certain percentage but I really have no idea what’s going happen.  I’m looking forward to next year when I’ll at least feel like I have a clue as to what’s going on and everything won’t be such a surprise. 

I’m headed to an end-of-the-year party at school today, I had one yesterday and have another tomorrow.  It’s doesn’t matter where you live, everyone is always excited for school to be finished! 

All my love!
Annie

p.s. I already wrote a similar blog to this one so sorry if some of the information was repeated. 

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Done and DONE!

 It's official!  Except for final exams, my first year of teaching is over!  And oh my, I am happy!  This last term has been a real struggle and it was time for it to be over .  I definitely have a new appreciation for "summer" break though!  As a kid it was great, but as a teacher it's godsend, without which I might lose all sanity!  Even though I have kept meticulous count of the days left in the term, I got a little emotional when that last class ended.  Today I taught both sections of my Senior 2 biology class.  When I stood there looking at my class, thinking back to where we all were in the beginning, I hardly recognize any of us.  Back then my students sat in my class, excited to have a new teacher from America, but completely clueless.  They did not understand a word I said and then I gave them crazy assignments they didn't understand either.  Everything I did seemed backwards.

And me, those first weeks  I was so nervous just to walk in the class and I had to write down everything I was going to say in class because I was so afraid to make a mistake.

Now I can plan a lesson in no time and have perfected my "special English."  The students try, they still have a difficult time understanding me and with some vocabulary but the big difference now is that they ask questions when they don't understand.  Sometimes I get great questions that they really had to process the information to come up with.  You can see the wheels turning and things starting to click.  Those are good days.

Together we've come so far, learning from one another along the way.  We all got frustrated with the other on occasion, but we made it through, and I hope I taught my kids just a fraction of what they taught me.

I'm looking forward to next year (after a nice long break!).  That's the great thing about teaching, you always have the next year to start out fresh.  I have a list of things that worked well and a long list of things to improve, but I've gained a some confidence in my abilities so I also have some fun things I want to try.  Hopefully it will all come together and the next year will be just a little better than the last.

I like teaching and if there were a few adjustments (like a copy machine and students who understood English) I might really love it.  For now though, it's the kids that I love and that's enough to keep me going.


My Senior 2A Class


My Senior 2B class