Valerie Goes to Thailand

Saturday 28 November 2009

A Month's Evaluation

Before I came to Thailand, people would ask if I had any goals in mind, some aspirations perhaps, to direct and shape my experience here. And for quite some time, I was stumped. True, I had these larger hopes to devote this experience sharing my knowledge, expanding the worlds of some 90 students, invoking a deeper interest in learning the language. And hopefully the work that I do here can have socio-economic implications too. Being able to access English can be huge here, especially for these kids whose families are mainly agrarian and whose hopes for better jobs are limited. However, these are somewhat abstract, and somewhat divorced from what I see everyday.

For goals that are more specific, I understood that it would take time. And now that I've had about two months here, after a hectic and packed orientation, some emotional, physical and psychological adjustment (which, I imagine would reach no discernible terminus), after about three weeks of teaching, I have some things in mind that I want to accomplish.

I realize, that given the design of my contract and the way that the Thai public education here is structured may not yield the most effective teaching and learning circumstances, I have a unique opportunity here to be creative, to be persistent, and to be patient. I have a unique opportunity to do something good every day. And while I have to continually adjust my expectations, I know, and understand now, that I can challenge these students every day.

More than anything, I feel that students here need structure. Right now, and for the next week, the schools in which I teach in, Na Bpong and Thai Samakee, are involved with their annual sports week. While I would normally endorse the investment on kids and sports, for the most part, the schools have no classes in preparation for this week-long competition. In fact, I am the only teacher holding classes as of right now, and when not in class, the students roam free around the campus, occasionally engaged in some form of fleeting organized activity. Thus, when I am teaching classes, I can tell that my kids are completely off of school-mode. They are frenzied. The only way that I can hold their attention and engagement is to have a pretty rigid lesson plan, where I go from topic to topic seamlessly, with a quick transition. Of course this does not always happen :)

Therefore, goal number one: is to provide students with structure, at least in my class. What I do in the classroom has to be intentional and deliberate and reeking with purpose. In my english class, random and chaos and neglect are big no no's . Of course, I expect the more than occasional anarchy from the students. But I want them to feel like someone is personally invested in what they do and what they learn.

In my daily lesson plans, there's a warm-up activity and a daily activity that kick-start the period. One of them is continually going over the ABC letters AND sounds. I have to review all the letters and sounds with everyone because they are continually mixed up, or they learn it by rote memorization and can only conjure the letters sequentially. But, really, they mean nothing to them. An A could very well be an R. And you have to realize, it's not their fault--most of the time, it's how they are taught. The "v" as I've mentioned before, does not really exist, or is really a "wee." It is, as I've mentioned to a friend, a phonetic equivalent of Mt. Everest or ... Mount Kilimanjaro. "l's" and "r's" are either mixed or blended. I understand that the "r" and "l" sounds will require some tongue muscle memory that will have need daily exercise, and I definitely understand that English is a difficult language to learn. So everyday is a milestone achieved. But this brings me to goal number two.

By the end of my service, I really hope to be able to have taught kids how to read, or to instill an intuition for reading. For students to be able to see a word, to be able to recognize and isolate the sounds, and eventually read the entire word and understand what it means will be a dream come true. It's a pretty empowering experience to encounter a set of symbols (signifiers, really) from a different culture and be able to read and access it. Furthermore, the ability to read and understand a word engages a form of critical thinking that Thai students are not used to--most of the time, teachers will teach how to read by spelling a word out loud (speeding through the letters) and then saying the word so the students can repeat it. The flaws of this method are immediate and overt. The only time that the students really need to know any word is from the second in which the teach pronounces the word to the second in which the student recalls the word. Also, saying the letters out loud aren't as effective as phonetically breaking a word to a syllable. So learning, most of the time, is complacent and passive. And then they get real bored--and while boredom can sometimes inspire a learner to find something challenging, here, they just don't have the kind of resources available that US students have privileged access to. It's saddening sometimes, to see students fighting over crayons or rulers or pencils because they just don't have them. I've brought in my own supplies, "stolen" some of the school's hidden pastel crayons, and used part of my stipend to buy things for them to remedy these daily reminders of inequality.

It's hard to imagine what kind of lasting and significant work I'll be doing. In terms of teaching the language, if i accomplish these two aforementioned goals, I will be more than ecstatic. But still, one can hope that my daily efforts are also small contributions to things that have larger implications to these kids. For some cases, and I know I have to accept this--probably not. But also, I will never really know the full extent of my work here. All I can do is try, and to try really hard-one day at a time, one letter at a time.

I will be frank, there are some frustrating things here: finding alcohol in the supplies cabinet, witnessing and hearing of corporal punishment, seeing Thai teachers get massages from their students, getting their hairs searched meticulously for grays or lice, a very unpredictable schedule, and so on. Dwelling on these negative things, however, can only prove to be obstructive. I have to believe every day, and to remind myself every day that these challenges are just incentives to try harder, and being a novice at this whole thing--I hope this optimism can last! I'm sure it will. Every day, the work pays off--sure, the gratifications are small, but they resonate deep. :)

Until the next long entry.


Tuesday 17 November 2009

My Digs

Here is my roommate. Her name is Patricia. She is from Spain. I joke that our last names have been tied together by the history of Spain's bloody colonization, plundering, cultural raping of the Philippines for 400 years. I think she finds it funny?





Here's a first look of my room. I know--messy. And I didn't bother making my "bed" before taking this picture. However-story of my life, correct? I actually really like sleeping under my net, because for the most part, it's my fortress against all the terrors of the night (bugs, beetles, beasts). If anything, it keeps the gecko poo from getting on my bed. I like my gecko--he eats insects, but is completely devoid of toilet manners, or has no control of his bowel movement. So the net is much appreciated. I hear it also keeps mosquitoes away.



My first month in Thailand could be described in a lot of ways. One of them could be, "The Epic Search for Real Coffee." People here strongly favor instant coffee. Which is okay-- but not an entirely adequate substitute. Really, they come in packets. It's 50% sugar (not kidding), then coffee creamer, then coffee. All 5% of it. You can imagine my dismay. My bleary eyes every morning. My looming caffeine headache, only abated by the infinitesimal amount of coffee in instant packets. I don't want to go any further, but I think I almost pissed my pants when I realized that this press was just right under my nose in the Indochine market. The only other problem was finding the actual beans--they do exist, in a small, easy to miss section of the superstore. Most of them are made with robusta beans. My arabica bean coffee in Thailand is a sure luxury. And since I don't have many, I have no qualms splurging for a daily necessity. I think I'm actually nicer to people now... Either way, here is my tiny savior in the morning, on my makeshift dining table/stove top table....


This is the view from my balcony. Yes--another unexpected luxury. But really, it's not very wide. We live right off of a main highway, with a slight detour into a dirt road, nestled within a nook of other houses. The house that you can see is our neighbor's, whose kind and generous heart has supplied my roommate and I with bath water since either the ground water has run out (and needs replenishing from the rain... but... the rainy season is over...) or the machine that pumps it is broken. Either way, each day that I survive without running water the universe is compensating me with good karma ... somewhere.







This is my kitchen sink, located in the back of the house. I didn't even have this during my first week at all, and we had to "wash dishes in the jungle" as they call it here. Really it's just a lot of trees and wild grass. At any rate, our dishes are now cleaned with water that is in that huge cement jug every single day. Yup. I no running water = badass = good karma. Also, please note that there is no plumbing system. our soap water is, merely diverted by the pvc tubes to the other side of the house. Somehow, I think this is a really bad idea, but what can we do, right?













This is my room. It has wooden floors, white walls (again I need some art here) and a high ceiling. You can see that I've put up a wall of pictures of family and friends. I look at it every day and think of you all back home, and miss you dearly. It's also helping me survive here thus far, so thank you.











Here is my "bathroom." It's more like a closet, with a squatty potty right in the middle, a tub of water for flushing down the toilet, a bucket for showering. That shower head bends to the laws of physics, ergo, it does not work... The spigot, which is what Thais use instead of toilet paper, has better water pressure. When we had running water I used it to wash my hair.... Also, did I mention our door does not lock? My roommate and I have established a ground rule: if the door is closed, wander no further.













Here lies my kitchen sink for the first week of moving into my house.













My home! It's painted light green and it makes me really happy! It's not very big, but spacious enough for two people and I like it.









This is what the bottom area looks like. Yup. quite bare. Please send me some art over here, the inside is impoverished of color, except of course from our plastic chairs. Those two tables are really all we have--and we park our bikes inside the house. The living room doesn't get much "living" really, and I hope to amend this dilemma soon. But, check out those cement floors, yes! It's permadusty from outside. I'm okay with that--it means you can't see the dead bugs on the floor as easily, and here in Thailand bugs come a plenty...


I need to dedicate an entire entry to my school experience so far. My student collage includes all of my students, and I took pictures of them to remember their names. Needless to say, I'm having a lot of fun and I am just so busy all the time. So far so good-- and next week I'll be going to Surin for an elephant festival. Cross fingers I get to ride one...

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