Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Teaching Successes


          I should not have left this post until the end. That is, I should not have tried to fit an entire seven months’ worth of teaching successes into one small text box. It should have become a trilogy, or at least its own small chapter book. In writing this post, I realized I have about thirty of my “best” pictures from the classroom to share and a million and one words to say about my teaching here. It’s a good thing there are so many positive things to share, though, of course. It’s a true reflection of how I glow with joy every time I think of my students, the projects we’ve done together, and the progress they have made. I know much of my blog has strongly reflected my concerns and challenges with teaching here. It’s time to talk about the successes. Despite the chaos of the Nepali education system, I still look back on every day, or almost every day, with laughter, love, and hope for the future.



          To begin with, the last three or four months have been a million times easier than the first few. Living in a new place and entering a new education system really did require a steep learning curve. And somewhere around November, more so around January, I finally felt like I had it made. The students knew the songs we sang each morning by heart. My second graders were used to the routine of receiving stars for homework and losing stars for misbehavior. My first graders, though still chaotic, grew accustomed to the activity books and started finishing them faster than ever. They grew to know the instant I picked up the pink bag that I was handing out candy for finished work. It's amazing how fast first graders will stop talking when they know they are going to get candy.

 

        My first graders' progress in English skyrocketed at some point. Though I’m not sure when. While reading story books my students started putting together words that we had learned separately, like “cat sleep!” One of the most amazing feelings was watching their thought process as they matched words to pictures or filled back through the activity books to find answers.  I quickly learned to always provide the answer to each question somewhere in the book, so that when they asked how to spell something, I could tell them to look in the book, instead of wasting time giving them the answer. My students learned to teach themselves, to find their own answers – an important skill in a class of forty students.


         I learned how to check the copies quickly, sometimes flipping through them quick enough to finish in my 30 minute free period, more often than not taking them home with me and continuing to check until the sun went down. I’ve poured heart and soul into creating books, cutting out animal shapes, drawing coloring sheets, and writing out grammar quizzes for longer than I can remember. It’s hard to imagine back seven months ago when I wasn’t so intensely involved with my work here, as it feels so normal now. No matter how exhausting, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. When you care, you but in your heart and soul without question.



          Another great success took place in a classroom with significantly less screaming, fifth grade.  After spending over four hours grading the second fifth grade exam it became quite obvious to me that the students had passed the test merely by guessing (many of the questions are true/false or fill in the blank). Almost every student had a very mixed outcome - some able to answer the very difficult vocabulary questions but missed all of the simple present tense questions, some able to guess the present perfect but unable to write even one complete sentence in a "letter to the principle." Only three or four students out of eighty correctly answered the questions: “What did you do yesterday?” though they could answer “How many fish were in the pond?” – a reading text question that had been drilled into them without most actually having understood the story the question stemmed from. I was done. This was ridiculous. It was a complete waste of time teaching textbook material, when students had such low levels of English that they had to guess their way through present and simple past tense.

           So, I finally asked if I could teach grammar – and only grammar. To my surprise, my co-teacher agreed. We’ve had a very successful two months focusing on present tense, present continuous, yes/no questions, negative, and past. The students were asked to make their own sentences, instead of copying out the book. Students wrote about themselves, tested their knowledge through games, and over the last few days crafted letters to my mother’s fifth grade class in the US. Fifth grade became one of my favorite classes, and though many of them are still very weak in English, I feel so much better knowing I gave them a fighting chance; that someone finally sat down with them and said “let’s go back to present tense.”

Me with my fifth grade students
           Finally, my very favorite teaching success, besides my activities books and songs, revolves around one specific item: crayons. If I’m remembered for anything at my school, it’ll be that I gave out chocolate and crayons. Chocolate, as motivation and as my last resort for dealing with discipline. And crayons, for everything else. For the past few months, my goal has been for my students to create. This is something that is almost entirely left out of the Nepali education system, at least until high school. Students rarely ever create anything that is their own.



         So each day, I carried a bag of crayons with me to class, and often small sheets of white printer paper too. If I didn't bring the crayons to class, my students would be asking for them. We cut and crafted and colored, and put a good portion of the things we made on the walls (turns out it's totally acceptable to glue things to the walls in Nepal). I couldn’t have been more proud of my students in seeing their work.


          In class two and three, my students created beautiful calendars on which they mark the date every day. In addition to our new “January, February…” song, this finally gave the confusing English Calendar some meaning for my students. In class two, we’ve also decorated the wall with the names of fruits and vegetables, the Nepali national symbols, and other coloring pages. I’ve spent much of my timing coloring with class two, as usually I have them at the end of the day – and by that time, all they and I alike want to do is color. John joked with me that that might be my Nepali equivalent of putting on a movie – but I still feel like any time them can create something of their own it’s a worthy lesson. And now they know the colors extra well :)
   





          My class two also created their own mini books, following the format “On Sunday, ____. On Monday, I _____” ect. This helped them to put together their own sentences. They also bravely each read aloud their book to the class. This was definitely one of my favorite projects.



            Lastly, a new addition to my schedule: Creative arts. At some point, one of the teachers at my school asked me what I thought she should do in Creative Arts. She’d studied Nepali after graduating high school and had no experience or training in teaching the arts. Join that with a complete lack of materials, and she had no idea how to teach the subject (I wouldn’t either if I was in her position). So, for the past two months, twice a week I join in on a Creative Arts class with class four – which also keeps them from being too jealous that they were the grade I somehow left out of my schedule.

      We’ve done some really fun projects, the majority involving crayons – another reason why I’m going to be remembered as the crayon girl. We’ve created a puzzle-style “welcome” poster that we posted on the wall. Students have cut out their own snowflakes, colored art that focused on negative light (the tree drawings), and tried some of the coloring projects I remembered doing as a kid in middle school. One of my favorite projects was where the students colored a heart and wrote inside of it what was in their heart – their favorite activities, people, food, and places. Whenever we could, we glued their work to the walls. Nepali culture is very joyful, it was my determination to allow them to show it visually in the classroom as well. The class gave me a break from class one – which was needed, going in there three times a day was much too exhausting – and gave them a needed break from memorizing, allowing them to just be kids, and to create something of their own. The excitement, joy, and expression I saw in that class will stay with me for a very long time.












            Other successes? My students learned addition (finally). My kindergarten students were exposed to what could have been their first-ever story book ever. My class three students actually learned how to be quiet for a few minutes and enjoyed my games so much that they continued to play them once I had left the class. My class 2 students have played Simon Says type games to learn body parts more times than I can count and all passed my General Knowledge exam with flying colors.
       
 
           I taught simple multiplication in less than a week and my first graders understood it (many of them anyways). One of my co-teachers has been coming early every morning for me to help her learn English. Another co-teacher has picked up my songs, games, and teaching style incredibly well and has promised to continue to use the material I leave her when I go. I often hear “wake, wake, wake up” in a sing-songy voice coming from far off classrooms. First grade students that couldn’t (or wouldn’t) write any English at the beginning of the year are now starting to complete the activity book I labeled “Advanced.” ALL of my fifth graders now know how to answer the question “What did you do yesterday?”


            I’ve never lived and worked so long in one place before. I’ve never been in and out of the same concrete classrooms for so many days in a row; Never had such a strong memorization of my students’ names and faces.
    
        If you have to leave a place – leave it successfully. Saying goodbye is going to be hard, but my heart will be warm, knowing that what I'm leaving behind, my impact, will be more than just a few laminated teaching materials stocked in the library. I hope they'll remember me as clearly as I'll remember them. And I hope the songs, and the example I set for what teaching can be, will continue to ring through those concrete walls for many years. Gosh - I miss them so much already <3



Monday, April 13, 2015

You've Got Mail

         Receiving mail from half way across the world is one of the best feelings possible. I already have quite a history of getting strange things in the mail - While in college my mom sent me a piñata (or two) and a rice crispy cake with the candles already on top of it. 

          Despite our history, I think this last care package takes the cake. I was giddy to receive a Christmas package from home - I'd requested York Mints and other Christmas candy to share. But while sitting on our apartment floor in Kathmandu, happily tearing open my package, I became shockingly aware that there was something giant and shiny in this particular box. 


        This realization resulted in a series of "Oh... My... God..."s and my-family-is-so-freaking-wonderfully-ridiculous laughter. 

     That's right. My family mailed me a waffle maker. You know you have the best mother, sister, and father in the world when they are crazy enough to mail you a freakin' kitchen appliance half way across the world. Not to mention, a kitchen appliance accompanied by your favorite pancake mix and syrup. Turns out, my sister didn't want lots of money spent on her for Christmas, so my mother gave her an empty box with a $100 dollars in it to send me a gift box. I'm not sure who in my family is crazier at this point... whose idea was this again?

     But this wonderful package item (that somehow made it through customs) resulted in me making absolutely delicious golden waffles all the way out in rural Nepal. Not the place I would have been expecting to eat my favorite food. But it was perfect. The perfect way to pull me back from my most difficult afternoons, to remind me that everything would be alright. The perfect way to give my Nepali family a taste of real American food that they actually liked, after weeks of botched pancakes. A perfect way to have a taste of home all the way in Nepal. 

       When I get home I owe my family a thousand thank you's, and maybe a few classes on how to not be so ridiculous. Though even a instructional series on how to be a normal family could probably never stop them from being so crazy generous and thoughtful. Guess I'm just the luckiest daughter and sister in the world. 


Thanks guys!

Friday, February 20, 2015

See the Mountains Everyday

"When you arise in the morning, think what a privilege it is to be alive;
to breath, to think, to enjoy, to love."

- Marcus Aureliuos

       One of the most enjoyable parts of my last few months here has been my commitment to truly enjoying Nepal's natural beauty each and everyday, whether via a quick visit to the rooftop at sunset, or an evening expedition with Sachina, Samitra, and Pabitra following close behind. My new mantra? - See the mountains everyday. This really only involves walking 50 feet away up from my house or down from the school. A very easy way to take a breath, and fill myself again with the joy of being alive. 
       Often times, these expeditions to see the mountains turn into longer walks, weaving along dirt and rocky paths with Sachina. Once we reach the fields, where several small trails dance in and out of rice patties and mustard flower fields, we simply just head towards the mountains.
         As we pass by the mud houses and farmers herding their livestock, kind-loving neighbors will always ask where we are headed. "Goomna," I'll tell them, meaning a "trip" in Nepali, sometimes with no particular destination. By now they'll smile and nod, having gotten used to my common response: "We are going to see the mountains."





On our evening walks

My lovely Bahini

(Note* never tell a five-year-old you are going to reach the top of the mountains' snowy peaks and return all in one day unless you really mean it. Jokes are not always taken well by five-year-olds.)


From my roof


The hills from the local bridge




From the Gorkha Temple



Sunsets from the roof 

Life in Gorkha

Proof that I'm in the most beautiful country ever. 

           I hope everyone at home is healthy and happy and that you also get the chance to metaphorically "see the mountains" every single day. 

Best wishes!

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Nepali Style



        As I have mentioned before, explicitly or implicitly in nearly all of my blog posts, Nepalis do things a bit differently. Very differently, actually - from our traditions in the United States. From how they treat illnesses, how they greet each other, how they eat their food, to how they show respect and hospitality, Nepalis have their own unique style of living. I've already commented on Nepali-style picnics and Nepali-style teaching, but I want to take the time to share a few other comment-worthy tasks that have taken their own shape in Nepali everyday life. 

Carrying Things:


First up: Carrying things. The Nepali-style of carrying things is definitely different from our method of transporting large items in the U.S. - though I'm not sure how many people really carry around large amounts of fodder in the U.S. anyways. The Nepali tradition is not to use backpacks or rolling carts - rather, Nepali's utilize a strap called a Naamlo that wraps across the upper part of the head. Using this strap - Nepalis can carry up to 50 kg of materials - bags of rice, a basket full of water bottles filled at the local tap, fodder for local goats, - I've even seen people in Kathmandu carrying large dressers and pieces of plywood via a Naamlo. To me it seems a most uncomfortable way to carry things (Ouch! Neck cramp!). But here in Nepal, most people will refuse to use any other method. 


My Ama transporting rice and enough fodder to be considered a tree herself. 



Making Bread:

         As you might expect, we eat a lot of rice in Nepal. A lot of rice. Everyday, three times a day, if I'm not careful. So when I heard we were making bread for the holiday, naturally I got pretty excited. Actually, we've had this version of fried bread - known as Sel Roti - few times before during other holidays and special religious ceremonies. It's always been a nice treat. For this recent one-day holiday, I was delighted to be apart of not only the eating of this delicious Nepali food, but of the production as well. On a warm quiet afternoon I headed over to one of my co-teacher's houses and was lucky enough to see the entire process. 

       You can imagine my surprise when I found out that this Nepali "bread," is actually made with rice flour. The one food that I thought was taking a slight veer towards my dearly missed American kana, was actually just another way to introduce more rice into my diet. Thanks, Nepal. 


           However, the process of making Sel Roti is still just as cool - even if it is made from rice. First, my teacher and her family used the foot-powered machine pictured above to pound the soaked rice grain into flour. Or, if you are like my Ama, you use a heavy metal pole that fits into a long metal cylinder. And then you pound the pole up and down for several hours - not even joking. She was definitely at it for at least two. My arms were sore after just two minutes. Nepali women definitely deserve more credit. My Ama is way stronger than me. 


Then, the flour is sifted and mixed by hand with homemade ghee (similar to butter), sugar, and water. 
The fire is prepared and oil is heated to cook the roti


            My teacher makes it look easy, but the process of squeezing the correct amount of mix into a perfect circle before your hand gets burnt by the hot oil is actually quite a skill. I didn't attempt it, but she did tell me that it required lots of practice. 


          And after less than a minute in the oil, the final product, a golden brown circle of slightly sweet fried bread is pulled out and stacked on a plate to be eaten with tea. My teacher stayed crouched near the fire for more than 2 hours, creating this joyful treat for her and her family. Despite the incredible time-consuming and demanding process, Nepalis seem to always look forward to making and eating Sel Roti. It is a reminder for me of how much Nepalis always find the joys in life - making it a priority to see relatives, enjoy good food, and dance. 


Cutting Down a Tree:
     This is easily the scariest out of the three Nepali-style experiences in this post. Sadly, the school cut down the giant mango tree near our house (cutting down any mango tree should be a sin) so that the money could be used to create a gate for the school (another not so efficient use of funds - right up there with paying $150 for a goddess-of-education statue when the first grade and kindergarden classrooms are in great need of some TLC). 
        To be honest, I'm not exactly sure of the methods and techniques used to cut down trees in the US, but I'd bet a large sum of money that they are safer than those used in Nepal.  

case in point

Nepali method number one: Send four or five guys up the tree without any ropes to climb out on giant branches and start hacking away. Thank god this man did not fall. I was definitely terrified for his life. 


Nepali method number two: After hacking off all the branches (and luckily taking down no more than one powerline with them), start sawing at the tree's trunk. When the tree is finally ready to come down evacuate all students, people, and babies from the nearby buildings (well that was our own decision, but it seemed to be the only reasonable choice). 

Nepali method number three: Tie a rope to the top of the tree and have a group of strong men pull on it to help the tree fall. Not enough people? Recruit the male class 10 students to do the job. You don't run the danger of parents suing the school if their sons get hit by a tree in Nepal - even if it was the school principle who told them to go help. 

       Luckily, the tree came down without any injuries (except to the tree itself), though I wouldn't be surprised if there are a significantly higher number of hospital admits claiming to have fallen out of a tree in Nepal in comparison to the US. But then again, maybe not. Nepalis are extremely capable people. Even so - I think once I return to the US, I'll be thrilled to pursue some of my old American-style habits: wearing a seat belt, eating a balenced diet, and commonly using and receiving the phrases "please" and "thank you."
     
But for now, it's back to Gorkha for some Nepali-style Dhal Bhat, chia, family love, and hospitality. I can't say no to that. 



Monday, February 2, 2015

7 Steps to a Wonderful Christmas Abroad

       * Yes, I am aware it is already February.
       * No, that doesn't mean it's too late to blog about Christmas. 

    Ahhem. I have found that spending your first Christmas abroad away from family requires you to do it right (if you are to avoid an excess amount of homesickness and I-should-be-eating-homemade-fudge-right-now type thoughts). And doing Christmas right abroad requires a few essential materials: Good friends, access to pizza, french toast, and coffee, a beautiful city to explore, and a paper Christmas tree. Here's some easy to follow (maybe) steps to help you have as wonderful of an abroad Christmas experience as I did this past December. 

Step 1: Make a Paper Christmas Tree.


           This is the first AND most important step. Because what is Christmas without a highly decorated Christmas tree? No suitcase-sized evergreens around? No problem. Green construction paper and some tape will do the trick. 

Note: Take this paper Christmas tree with you everywhere. Though we got some laughs, I'm pretty sure everyone actually just really enjoyed this extra bit of Christmas spirit, even if it was taped to what may have been a palm tree. 

Step 2: Get Your Mom to Send You a Ridiculous Amount of Gifts From America in the Mail. 


    Okay, it wasn't quite that many packages - but I honestly barely made it back to Gorkha on the local bus with the two giant packages she sent!

Thanks, Mom! :)

Step 3: Wrap Said Gifts in Newspaper to Give to Your Wonderful Host Family (and Make Paper Stockings to Boot!)

 .... because Christmas is more beautiful when you share it. Especially with a family who has never been told they have to wait to open their presents before. Surprises are especially fun in a culture that doesn't celebrate with them in the same way we do in the US. It was a little difficult to keep Sachina from opening all of the packages at once, but well worth it in the end.

     We made hot chocolate with our fresh local buffalo milk, turned on some holiday music, and watched the happiness of a first Christmas unfold.


Step 4: Get Yourself to a Lake and Eat Some Dang-Good American Food



           For this step, good friends highly enhance the experience. Also advised is a 10-minute version of Secret Santa where you buy each other a mixture of cheap gifts from tourist shops mostly consisting of over-sized wool hats and socks. 


"Friends in life are those that make you laugh a little louder, smile a little brighter, and live a little better."

Step 5: Go on an Awesome Excursion.



         I don't completely recommend getting lost in the woods and following a local gathering wood up a non-existent path for 40 minutes and then separating from her to trek off in the direction she claimed the trail to be. However, hiking and going on an amazing excursion I do recommend. We did find the trail, eventually. And... despite getting stabbed by the thistles of a thankfully non-poisonous caterpillar, we had a very relaxing hike to the beautiful World Peace Pagoda overlooking all of Pokhara. The best part of adventuring on Christmas is that you don't feel like your missing out on too much back home (heck yes I want to see an amazingly stunning view from a mountain in Nepal instead of being at home for Christmas - Sorry, Family! I love you!)


Also, you know you are doing Christmas right when you are pleasantly surprised
by wild Poinsettias blossoming everywhere!

Step 6: See the Sunrise (on the Himalayas if at all possible)



        This is quite possibly one of the most incredible experiences I've had while being in Nepal. First of all, the Himalayas are breathtaking by themselves. But when the rose-colored light of the sun is just painting their white tips in the first breaths of the morning - this creates a moment in time completely indescribable. The stunning view, seemingly just an arm-reach away from where our feet were placed beneath us, reminded me to never settle for anything less in this world. Anything less than beautiful, astonishingly amazing, breath-taking life. To never settle for anything less than being fully alive in every way possible. 


Extra bonus: Have a cup of milk tea while watching the sunrise on the Himalayas.
Does life get any better than this?

Step 7: Call Your Family and Appreciate All You Have.

     And of course, if it's Christmas, and you are away in a foreign country without your family, the most important thing to do (alongside making a paper Christmas tree) is to call your family and tell them how much you love them. Because even the best American food, even seeing sunrises, having crazy adventures, and being surrounded by good friends doesn't fully make up for how much you miss them. And it's important to let them know - whether it's for the millionth time or not - that you love them dearly, that they are your support system, your sunshine, and who you'll always be thinking about every single Christmas and every single day you are away. 

       When spending Christmas abroad, love all that is around you and all that is far away. Appreciate all you have, and celebrate the life around you. It is a very special thing. So enjoy it. And if that means ordering dessert at every single restaurant you go to, then do. 


Wishing you all love, laughter, and amazing adventures in the new year.