November Newsletter
It doesn’t feel like November in the Rupununi. Summer is everlasting here. Now that November is over, the school term is coming to a close. Exams start on November 27th (happy birthday to me J) and the week prior all we are to do is review. Looking back on what I have covered in my classes versus what the syllabus written by the Ministry of Education wanted me to cover leaves me feeling a bit let down by myself, but in all fairness I have to understand that I did the best I could do as a teacher with no real teaching experience with students that, even though my students are between the ages of 12-17, might not be able to read. When the beginning of November rapidly approached (I can’t believe how fast the time has been going) and we started thinking about wrapping things up and planning when we would have exam week, I panicked a bit because I realized that my students were far, far behind. The thing is though is that they don’t get it. For example, I teach third form Biology, which would be 9th grade comparatively, and this is their first year taking Biology. We started with the living things flow chart, which is very basic and really only needs to be memorized at this stage, but towards the end of the term they still didn’t get it. I would ask questions like “Name one thing that all living cells have”(We had moved on to chapter 2 at this point: Cells) and they would respond by shouting “Eukaryotic!” which made me realize that they still didn’t grasp how that flow chart worked and divided things up…so how could I move on? I didn’t give up on teaching about cells, but I did constantly have to go back and explain a few more times how the chart worked and stressed that they need to memorize it and engrain it in their heads if they wanted to move on. This is what makes me not feel so bad about being so far behind on the syllabus because I feel there is no point on moving on with more and more information when they don’t even understand the basic concepts, which is what the local teachers do. At times it seems like they care more about moving through the syllabus than whether or not their students understand the information presented. The problem is that the Ministry doesn’t understand that without learning resources, most basic being text books, how are the students supposed to move at the rate they have determined when the only source they have is a notebook full of notes and no other references? Not to mention that they don’t have electricity that would enable them to study more efficiently after the hour of 6 p.m. The Ministry seems to think their ideas to be held in good theory, but if they would only do some outreach to Region 9 they would realize that their theory is much more than could ever realistically be put into practice down here. There are a number of challenges that these students have to face, which include a major lack of resources (posters/visual aids, individual textbooks (which means that class sometimes has to be only chalk and talk because they just need to get the information down in their notebooks), lunch, properly ventilated classrooms, desks, chairs, sometimes even pens, no electricity for the dorm kids at night), most don’t have parents that could help them with their studies, and finally (although I could keep going), if they ride to school from a nearby village they have a long haul everyday to school both in the morning and at two o’clock in the afternoon when the sun is blazing in the savannah during their 6 mile journey home after a long, hot day at school. One day Kirsty, Grace, and I rode to Aranaputa, which is a village that is 6 miles down the road from the school and a source of a good number of our students that do not live in the dorms. We realized after the day was through how rough the ride could be for some of our students, and I think we all had a bit more understanding and compassion for how demanding their days are and why they would have a hard time performing well. When I mentioned earlier that some students don’t even get lunch, it is mostly those students that endure this commute to school (the dorm kids have lunch made for them even though they sometimes don’t eat it), which means that by two in the afternoon when it is time to make that six mile trek back to their village they are doing it on empty. By the time they get home it is about 3, they might have chores to do, and before they know it, it is nearing 5:30-6 and the sun is going down and taking the light with it. When can they study? Plus, there are quite a few parents that do not stress the importance of education, probably because they are uneducated themselves in terms of Western standards of education, and just live off the land, living a very tribal lifestyle. I don’t want to say they are uneducated though, because they are not stupid, they just know about different things like farming, their land, and how to make so little work somehow than we do. If I went into the jungle with some of the locals they could probably tell me so much about the trees, plants, and animals and what they can be used for. There are some students that do really understand, but my, oh my, there are so many that just don’t get it. It’s hard to determine if they don’t know it because they genuinely don’t understand it, or if they don’t understand it because after they copied the notes I put on the board they never looked at them again. It’s hard to find a balance to keep them all moving forward because there is such a wide range of intellects that you either have to lose some at the bottom or lose the ones at the top because they get so bored, which isn’t fair to them at all. And as always I find myself holding a double-edged sword because it is not fair to leave most behind because it was their education system that failed them long ago and now they have to bear the brunt as a result, but at this point, what can I do? I could push for the system having remedial classes, but I am not going to change the whole system in only one year, which I know I could never think I could do because it just is not realistic, and besides, who would teach these classes? We are already short teachers even with the 5 of 12 teachers that are volunteers. So all I can do next term, now that I have a clearer understanding of what the situation is here, is work hard and find out why they are not understanding it, it occurred to me that some might not be able to read, and to just help them as individuals as much as I can.
Exams:
The students were unable to take the exams that we had originally written for them due to the fact that we had no paper because as a school we could not buy any due to a lack of funds (the Headmistress has been using her own money to get things we need for the school and she has 3 kids of her own) and the Ministry didn’t send us any. No paper meant no photocopying (we do have a Xerox machine that can be run on a small generator), but without paper that machine is no good. Most students are supposed to take a CXC style exam (it depends on which form they are in and which subject the exam is for), which consists of 2 exams. Paper I is a long multiple choice and maybe some True/False and short answer. Paper II is supposed to be more essay style with only about 2-3 essay questions. For fifth form I had to write 60 multiple choice questions on paper I. When we found out that there would be no way to make paper copies of the exam we realized most of the exams we had written were not going to be administered. There was no way that I was going to be able to write out 60 multiple-choice questions on the chalkboard. I ended up going through the exam and picking out the most important points and minimizing my exams as much as I could so they could realistically take it in the time allotted. Once again the students lose out because taking these CXC style exams gives them practice taking the exam and gives them a chance to learn how the exams are written, so when the time comes for the real thing they are comfortable with the style of the CXC’s. The CXC exams are taken at the end of their last year of secondary school and their scores determine what kinds of jobs they would be able to get in Guyana (and maybe the whole Caribbean, since they are exams taken by all Caribbean countries…I don’t know??). It’s hard when you see fifth form students (this would be like 12th grade) working so hard only to have yet one more disadvantage because their education system lacks the ability to complete basic tasks like sending down paper for exams they dictate are required. It seems like liability is not a word in the vocabulary of any of the Ministry officials, and the sad result is that the children of Guyana are paying for it, more so in Region 9 since people look down on the Amerindians that inhabit this part of the country.
The People:
I mentioned earlier that we went to Aranaputa, a beautifully lush village that sits in a basin surrounded by mountains and jungle that is 6 miles away from the school. Let me introduce the two girls that I went with. Grace and Kirsty are 17 and newly 18 Project Trust volunteers from Scotland. They are both amazingly high-energy and spirited people that have gracefully adjusted to life in the Rupununi. I could not imagine being in this situation when I was 17, and I am so proud of them. My first inclination was they were only going to last a week when I heard Grace say “what made them think that I could live like this in the middle of nowhere?” (they are not given any kind of choice as to where they are placed whereas Jess and I asked to be very rural like we are), however, not long after they had made their house a home and were really being creative about how to make it all work. Probably more so than Jess and I, but we were in very different living situations. I think seeing how Grace and Kirsty had made themselves a home made Jess and I that much more anxious to want to get situated in the place that we were going to be living and so we could make our own home. So anyways, yeah, they are great and lots of fun, and on a sunny Sunday morning we made our way off the compound on our bikes to go to a Gospel church with one of our students. The roads in the village are pretty much all sand, which is not very easy to ride a bike in. I actually tipped and fell off my bike at one point in the day. We went to church, which was a short service led by some of the parishioners due to the fact that the Reverend was out of town. They sang some songs, which I wished I knew so I could sing along, and read some versus out of the Bible. They acknowledged us welcomed us into their church during the service, and after the service one of our other student’s (Althea) sister Zita, who is a teacher at Aranaputa Primary School, came over to us and invited us to her house for lunch. After being led around the village by Jennifer Peters, who you can see a picture of on my blog, and stopping at random students’ houses to meet their families, we made it over to the other side of the road where the village continues to Althea’s house. We sat with her and her family and looked at pictures, and her sister Zita told us there was lunch waiting inside. When we finally went in we couldn’t believe it. There were only 3 plates on the table, along with a nice spread of food, and they wanted us to sit down and eat first. After insisting they eat with us, we enjoyed lots of local dishes like chow mien and a chicken dish together. When we were leaving we thanked them up and down for being so hospitable to us, as all the locals seem to be. At each house we went to we either were given fruits to take home or given food and drink. When we were headed home the 3 of us just kept saying, “Geez-everyone here is so nice.”
Thanksgiving:
Happy Thanksgiving to you all…it didn’t feel like Thanksgiving to us, but we did end up having a Thanksgiving meal on that Friday. I got to talk to my family over the computer, which was nice but did make me miss home knowing they were all together and I couldn’t be there with them.
Well, exam results will be out in December’s Newsletter and I get to be at home reflecting on the differences between Chicago and Annai living. I hope that everyone is doing well and enjoying the cold weather I never thought I would miss…I hope that everyone is finding they are actually getting my emails now seeing as I have been able to fix the second newsletter group in my contacts list. But there are pictures on my blog, so make sure you check it out.
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Happy Holidays!!!
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Home for Christmas and taking hot showers!
Hey everyone, happy holidays!!!! I hope everyone is keeping happy, healthy, and warm!! I am home for Christmas right now, and I have been slowly but surely reacclimating to life with hot showers, vegetables, electricity, and burrrrrr, the cold! I got home on Wednesday the 12th, and I will be here until the 2nd of January. I already do miss Annai, but I know that I will be back soon enough. While I am here I have been enjoying the company of my much missed mother, and I have been able to see most of my family (I get to see the rest tomorrow...my niece is starring in a play and I can't wait to see it!)and some friends. I am trying to convince my brother to let me have a party at his house on Friday the 22nd, so if you are in the area of St. Charles, keep it in mind. I have been eating my little heart out, salads for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I have been cooking, and my mom and I bought a 50 pound bag of flour to work on my bread making. I am going to be cooking most of the dinner on Christmas, and I am really excited for that. I will make a few things that I have learned to make in Guyana, like roti, bake, and a curry of some sort. My mom, brother, his girlfriend Courtney, my friend Erin, and I went out for seafood at McCormick and Schmick's last night, it was oh so good...New York strip, seared rare yellowfin tuna, calamari, some good wine....it was heaven. I am mmming and ahhhing everything I put near my mouth to taste or near my nose to smell. I went grocery shopping with my mom the first full day I was home, and man was that a bit overwhelming, but man did we get some good stuff! I wonder if I didn't come back in the middle of all this how intense my readjustment would be at the end of the year. It would be interesting if there was a way I could see...I guess I will just have to do it again sometime and stay put for the whole year. I do feel incredibly lucky to be home, I probably would have been crying my eyes out on Christmas day. It will be cool to hear from Gace and Kirsty and Bryan (other volunteers that stayed there) to see how thier Christmas was.
Well, I hope that everyone is doing good and trying to take time to enjoy the season for what it is supposed to be and if I don't have a chance to see you or talk to you, well, let me bid you a very merry holiday season! Take care!!
P.S. I am working on November's newsletter now...I will have it up in the next few days, but until then I hope you are enjoying finally being able to see some pictures!
Well, I hope that everyone is doing good and trying to take time to enjoy the season for what it is supposed to be and if I don't have a chance to see you or talk to you, well, let me bid you a very merry holiday season! Take care!!
P.S. I am working on November's newsletter now...I will have it up in the next few days, but until then I hope you are enjoying finally being able to see some pictures!
Monday, November 27, 2006
October Newsletter
I am working on the pictures slowly but surely...it takes a while to upload them...
October Newsletter
It’s strange to not have the season starting to change…kind of sad to be missing all the fall colors, the chilly weather moving in, the scarecrows and cobwebs, and cuddling up on a Sunday morning under the blankets on the couch watching some movie you have probably seen one thousand times before….but you love it just the same and nestle on in. My mind seems like it will forever be stuck in summer while I am here, and when I come home next July it will be hard to understand that a year has passed. If I refer to last summer, I will probably be talking about summer of 2005.
It is still hot here, obviously, I am just above the equator. Everyday brings the sunshine, and along with that, the heat of the sun’s rays…It’s always the hardest to teach after lunch, because it is one o’clock, and the breeze took a lunch break, not to return until sometime after dark. Both the students and the teachers drag through seventh and eighth period, and when the bell is rung at 2:00, after announcements have been done and the pledge has been recited, we all leave to head home, some of us straight into our beds or the hammock.
The beginning of this month was a little stressful due to our lack of home; but that all got worked out…Jess and I are slowly but surely putting a personal stamp on our new place and making it our home and I must say it is coming along quite nicely...It was also hard in the way of adjusting in the same way I mentioned in September, having days where I really liked it here, and then the days when I would have given anything to get out of here and return safely to my home in Chicago where life seemed easy compared to this. There were long periods when I felt like I hadn’t laughed for weeks, which to me means that I was not mentally healthy (don’t think I can’t hear your sarcastic remarks coming back…), but I soon realized it’s all about how I let myself handle things…So I took a hold of those thoughts and emotions of mine, and eventually I found myself laughing again at just about everything that was funny…I once again started letting myself see humor in life instead of letting the black hole of negativeness suck me in…I sometimes still have those bad days where I feel there is no bright side, but those days are still getting to be even fewer and more far between as I sit here writing this (which time is no longer in the month of October, it seems to be hastily slipping away), which means that everyday I feel a little more settled, a little more at home. I love the relaxed atmosphere where life actually has time to be lived. My weekends are thoroughly enjoyed by sitting in the back of my house catching a cool breeze in my hammock, sipping on coffee, reading a book, writing in my journal, building something out of wood, which I have been having the most incredible and curious urge to do, or just doing whatever it is that I fancy in that moment. Granted these long and luxurious days tend to lead to temporary bouts of ADD, but that’s okay…it’s not like I really have to be that focused. And then, before I know it, my relaxing and wonderful weekend is already over and I can’t believe I managed to fill that time and still be wishing for more. A new thing I have been doing that I have fallen in love with is playing on a slack line…It’s a rope made of tubular nylon webbing that you tie between two poles and try to walk across…similar to tightrope walking, but not that high, and it gives in the middle (hence the slack part of the name). It’s good for balance, and man, can it keep you entertained for a better part of the afternoon. We have also been practicing the whip and the bow and arrow…Sunday Funday continues…
At school we started collecting organisms to view and man did I have a good time with that.... I found this huge moth just about dead in my room, which was perfect because I just so happened to be teaching some of my classes about pollination, so I pulled out the huge, long proboscis to show the students how the insect gets it’s reward of nectar. I also caught a big spider, a jumping spider of some sort, and we wanted look at it up close and see all eight of it’s eyes…This required killing it of course, so I tried ethanol, then when that didn’t work, boric acid. I feared the spirit of this poor spider would haunt me, as well as it’s kin, but to my amazement this strapping little spider persevered in the face of death, so much that I resolved to set it free for it had fought the good fight and deserved to linger in life. One of the students also brought in a millipede, which worked out perfectly because we also had a centipede, creepy and quick little buggers they are, and we practiced using a dichotomous key to identify which was which (of course they already knew which was which, but it was just practice…).
Every morning there is a short little assembly where the students do their pledge and national anthem, and there is a quote of the weeks and a song of the week. Each teacher takes a turn doing a week. During one of the weeks this month they sang this song that all of us foreign teachers found amusing, it goes,
“Children don’t waste your time at school,
Always try and obey the rules,
Schools not a place for a fashion parade,
Or a jewellery exhibition,
So don’t waste your time at school…:”
It’s one of those songs that once you get it in your head you sing it all day, or in our case, all week. It’s a fun and upbeat song that’s a hoot to sing, and especially fun to start your day to, and then you end up humming it all day…The students got a kick out of the fact that we liked it, and they would sing it as they went by us and helped us in learning the words. Don’t you all worry if you don’t yet appreciate it in all it’s splendour-I will sing it for you once I get home.
Towards the end of the month a few students and I went to the Iwokrama Centralized Wildlife Club meeting…Our club’s name is Green Paradise Club, and I took a few students to spend a Saturday afternoon talking about bird watching (the program is sponsored by the Audubon Society), composting, self esteem, and then they worked all afternoon to prepare to put on the skit in the evening. We had a lot of fun, and the students are actually really good actors!! It was funny. In terms of the club, we just elected officers and we are trying to come up with activities that we want to do next term, like hiking up and staying the night on the Aranaputa Nature Trail, and we have started talking about how we can do some fundraising to help send us on these adventures as well as help to provide us with funds for other projects we want to delve into around the compound, such as composting, building picnic tables, landscaping…we are trying to set some big goals that we can hopefully achieve throughout the next two terms…
So here’s a good story….it was a lazy Sunday afternoon in the compound, we were all sitting around doing not much of anything, reading, writing, each one of us in our own little worlds. Then what to our wondering eyes should appear, but a giant anteater….It was awesome. The kids chased it into the compound and Bryan, Jess, and I ran out yelling (screaming perhaps?) out to Grace and Kirsty next door (it’s funny how we just talk through the walls at times) to get outside to see it, and we all ran out there with our cameras in hand (except me, man oh man). It was so scared, I felt so bad for it, so we tried to corner it in a way that it would be forced to go back out the gate and leave the compound… inside the gates the kids might have terrorized it to death. I ended up getting so close to it at one point, I took one look at its hooves and decided this thing could probably hurt me pretty bad if it was that scared and saw me as a threat, so I backed away. Its tail is huge and it looks almost feathery, and its snout was just as long as its body and tail combined it seemed. Luckily before it got hurt by one of the students and before it hurt itself we got it safely out of the compound, and it was exciting to watch it run home back into the savannah. We were not quite sure if it was a giant anteater, which is an endangered species, or a regular anteater, but either way it was a nice way to be roused on that lazy Sunday afternoon! The moment was filled with so much excited energy coming from everyone, we were all smiles after it moseyed on it’s way.
A few weekends ago I was lucky enough to be able to venture into the Kunuku Mountains, which separate the Hinterlands into the North and South Rupununi. We were led in by some locals that rented a mini-bus that was to take us into the bush, far, far into the jungle (okay, not that far, but it was a good ride in and then a decent hike). There were times in the bus that I thought it was going to tip over, there was no road, and we were up on a ledge…It was a bit unnerving, but at the same time so much fun. We got stuck in the mud only twice if I recall correctly, and we had to get out and push the vehicle. Pepe Moreno blared out of the speakers, his 5 songs set to repeat for the entirety of the afternoon, it amazes me that all of Guyana has not gone deaf. Seriously, I could not believe that we still were driving this far into the bush…there literally was no rode and we had to close the windows so we wouldn’t get whipped with razor grass and branches. The guys would have to get out and walk in front of the mini bus to help us make it through without getting stuck or tipping over. So once we got to a place we could no longer navigate by car, we set off on foot and hiked the rest of the way in…It was such a nice waterfall, it was like a little playground where you could hike up just a bit more and see all the different waterfalls that led in to the big one that we first saw at the bottom. We cut up some palm tree branches and placed them across the rocks to for a grill and the boys cooked up some good grub. We hiked around, played in the water, and looked around a bit. When we got back in we went for some ice cream, which is a major luxury for Jess and I , it was such good homemade ice cream that Sean said was some sort of corn flavor. I don’t really know what flavour it was, but man was it good.
Lastly, Halloween….It was definitely weird to realize it was Halloween with the sun shining bright and hot like it was the middle of July…We were having a party for the kids, and I didn’t even realize that they had no idea what Halloween even was. Some of them ended up making costumes, which ended up being really creative considering the supplies they had to make them with. We played a game where the adults went and hid and the students had to run around the compound looking for us, and whoever found all six of us first won. It was really exciting, I hid in the jamoon tree right by my house (it looked like rain, and this way I was close in case it started to downpour), and I would giggle to myself when the kids would unsuspectingly run right underneath me. They eventually started to see me though, and once one came it would draw a crowd. It was a lot of fun and it inspired me to want to put together a game of capture the flag someday soon.
Well, once again I wish everyone well and I hope that everyone is well…remember to laugh and try to keep on the sunny side…as hard as it might seem some days it is the only thing we can do…November’s will be just around the corner, and I will be getting pictures up on my blog as time permits…Until then, take care of yourself and I am getting excited to come home for Christmas and see some of you!! Hope everyone is enjoying the fall weather and all the glorious colors that I am missing so much!! Bye!!
October Newsletter
It’s strange to not have the season starting to change…kind of sad to be missing all the fall colors, the chilly weather moving in, the scarecrows and cobwebs, and cuddling up on a Sunday morning under the blankets on the couch watching some movie you have probably seen one thousand times before….but you love it just the same and nestle on in. My mind seems like it will forever be stuck in summer while I am here, and when I come home next July it will be hard to understand that a year has passed. If I refer to last summer, I will probably be talking about summer of 2005.
It is still hot here, obviously, I am just above the equator. Everyday brings the sunshine, and along with that, the heat of the sun’s rays…It’s always the hardest to teach after lunch, because it is one o’clock, and the breeze took a lunch break, not to return until sometime after dark. Both the students and the teachers drag through seventh and eighth period, and when the bell is rung at 2:00, after announcements have been done and the pledge has been recited, we all leave to head home, some of us straight into our beds or the hammock.
The beginning of this month was a little stressful due to our lack of home; but that all got worked out…Jess and I are slowly but surely putting a personal stamp on our new place and making it our home and I must say it is coming along quite nicely...It was also hard in the way of adjusting in the same way I mentioned in September, having days where I really liked it here, and then the days when I would have given anything to get out of here and return safely to my home in Chicago where life seemed easy compared to this. There were long periods when I felt like I hadn’t laughed for weeks, which to me means that I was not mentally healthy (don’t think I can’t hear your sarcastic remarks coming back…), but I soon realized it’s all about how I let myself handle things…So I took a hold of those thoughts and emotions of mine, and eventually I found myself laughing again at just about everything that was funny…I once again started letting myself see humor in life instead of letting the black hole of negativeness suck me in…I sometimes still have those bad days where I feel there is no bright side, but those days are still getting to be even fewer and more far between as I sit here writing this (which time is no longer in the month of October, it seems to be hastily slipping away), which means that everyday I feel a little more settled, a little more at home. I love the relaxed atmosphere where life actually has time to be lived. My weekends are thoroughly enjoyed by sitting in the back of my house catching a cool breeze in my hammock, sipping on coffee, reading a book, writing in my journal, building something out of wood, which I have been having the most incredible and curious urge to do, or just doing whatever it is that I fancy in that moment. Granted these long and luxurious days tend to lead to temporary bouts of ADD, but that’s okay…it’s not like I really have to be that focused. And then, before I know it, my relaxing and wonderful weekend is already over and I can’t believe I managed to fill that time and still be wishing for more. A new thing I have been doing that I have fallen in love with is playing on a slack line…It’s a rope made of tubular nylon webbing that you tie between two poles and try to walk across…similar to tightrope walking, but not that high, and it gives in the middle (hence the slack part of the name). It’s good for balance, and man, can it keep you entertained for a better part of the afternoon. We have also been practicing the whip and the bow and arrow…Sunday Funday continues…
At school we started collecting organisms to view and man did I have a good time with that.... I found this huge moth just about dead in my room, which was perfect because I just so happened to be teaching some of my classes about pollination, so I pulled out the huge, long proboscis to show the students how the insect gets it’s reward of nectar. I also caught a big spider, a jumping spider of some sort, and we wanted look at it up close and see all eight of it’s eyes…This required killing it of course, so I tried ethanol, then when that didn’t work, boric acid. I feared the spirit of this poor spider would haunt me, as well as it’s kin, but to my amazement this strapping little spider persevered in the face of death, so much that I resolved to set it free for it had fought the good fight and deserved to linger in life. One of the students also brought in a millipede, which worked out perfectly because we also had a centipede, creepy and quick little buggers they are, and we practiced using a dichotomous key to identify which was which (of course they already knew which was which, but it was just practice…).
Every morning there is a short little assembly where the students do their pledge and national anthem, and there is a quote of the weeks and a song of the week. Each teacher takes a turn doing a week. During one of the weeks this month they sang this song that all of us foreign teachers found amusing, it goes,
“Children don’t waste your time at school,
Always try and obey the rules,
Schools not a place for a fashion parade,
Or a jewellery exhibition,
So don’t waste your time at school…:”
It’s one of those songs that once you get it in your head you sing it all day, or in our case, all week. It’s a fun and upbeat song that’s a hoot to sing, and especially fun to start your day to, and then you end up humming it all day…The students got a kick out of the fact that we liked it, and they would sing it as they went by us and helped us in learning the words. Don’t you all worry if you don’t yet appreciate it in all it’s splendour-I will sing it for you once I get home.
Towards the end of the month a few students and I went to the Iwokrama Centralized Wildlife Club meeting…Our club’s name is Green Paradise Club, and I took a few students to spend a Saturday afternoon talking about bird watching (the program is sponsored by the Audubon Society), composting, self esteem, and then they worked all afternoon to prepare to put on the skit in the evening. We had a lot of fun, and the students are actually really good actors!! It was funny. In terms of the club, we just elected officers and we are trying to come up with activities that we want to do next term, like hiking up and staying the night on the Aranaputa Nature Trail, and we have started talking about how we can do some fundraising to help send us on these adventures as well as help to provide us with funds for other projects we want to delve into around the compound, such as composting, building picnic tables, landscaping…we are trying to set some big goals that we can hopefully achieve throughout the next two terms…
So here’s a good story….it was a lazy Sunday afternoon in the compound, we were all sitting around doing not much of anything, reading, writing, each one of us in our own little worlds. Then what to our wondering eyes should appear, but a giant anteater….It was awesome. The kids chased it into the compound and Bryan, Jess, and I ran out yelling (screaming perhaps?) out to Grace and Kirsty next door (it’s funny how we just talk through the walls at times) to get outside to see it, and we all ran out there with our cameras in hand (except me, man oh man). It was so scared, I felt so bad for it, so we tried to corner it in a way that it would be forced to go back out the gate and leave the compound… inside the gates the kids might have terrorized it to death. I ended up getting so close to it at one point, I took one look at its hooves and decided this thing could probably hurt me pretty bad if it was that scared and saw me as a threat, so I backed away. Its tail is huge and it looks almost feathery, and its snout was just as long as its body and tail combined it seemed. Luckily before it got hurt by one of the students and before it hurt itself we got it safely out of the compound, and it was exciting to watch it run home back into the savannah. We were not quite sure if it was a giant anteater, which is an endangered species, or a regular anteater, but either way it was a nice way to be roused on that lazy Sunday afternoon! The moment was filled with so much excited energy coming from everyone, we were all smiles after it moseyed on it’s way.
A few weekends ago I was lucky enough to be able to venture into the Kunuku Mountains, which separate the Hinterlands into the North and South Rupununi. We were led in by some locals that rented a mini-bus that was to take us into the bush, far, far into the jungle (okay, not that far, but it was a good ride in and then a decent hike). There were times in the bus that I thought it was going to tip over, there was no road, and we were up on a ledge…It was a bit unnerving, but at the same time so much fun. We got stuck in the mud only twice if I recall correctly, and we had to get out and push the vehicle. Pepe Moreno blared out of the speakers, his 5 songs set to repeat for the entirety of the afternoon, it amazes me that all of Guyana has not gone deaf. Seriously, I could not believe that we still were driving this far into the bush…there literally was no rode and we had to close the windows so we wouldn’t get whipped with razor grass and branches. The guys would have to get out and walk in front of the mini bus to help us make it through without getting stuck or tipping over. So once we got to a place we could no longer navigate by car, we set off on foot and hiked the rest of the way in…It was such a nice waterfall, it was like a little playground where you could hike up just a bit more and see all the different waterfalls that led in to the big one that we first saw at the bottom. We cut up some palm tree branches and placed them across the rocks to for a grill and the boys cooked up some good grub. We hiked around, played in the water, and looked around a bit. When we got back in we went for some ice cream, which is a major luxury for Jess and I , it was such good homemade ice cream that Sean said was some sort of corn flavor. I don’t really know what flavour it was, but man was it good.
Lastly, Halloween….It was definitely weird to realize it was Halloween with the sun shining bright and hot like it was the middle of July…We were having a party for the kids, and I didn’t even realize that they had no idea what Halloween even was. Some of them ended up making costumes, which ended up being really creative considering the supplies they had to make them with. We played a game where the adults went and hid and the students had to run around the compound looking for us, and whoever found all six of us first won. It was really exciting, I hid in the jamoon tree right by my house (it looked like rain, and this way I was close in case it started to downpour), and I would giggle to myself when the kids would unsuspectingly run right underneath me. They eventually started to see me though, and once one came it would draw a crowd. It was a lot of fun and it inspired me to want to put together a game of capture the flag someday soon.
Well, once again I wish everyone well and I hope that everyone is well…remember to laugh and try to keep on the sunny side…as hard as it might seem some days it is the only thing we can do…November’s will be just around the corner, and I will be getting pictures up on my blog as time permits…Until then, take care of yourself and I am getting excited to come home for Christmas and see some of you!! Hope everyone is enjoying the fall weather and all the glorious colors that I am missing so much!! Bye!!
Saturday, November 25, 2006
greetings all!!
My October newsletter is just about finished, I am just putting on the final touches...hopefully it will come accompanied by pictures....
September Newsletter Part II
September 2006: Part II
So…I hope that everyone enjoyed the first part of September with me…Sorry I have no pictures, but the internet access here is really slow and I also do not really have a way to get them on. I will be working on getting this newsletter onto a blog instead of doing it this way so that we won’t have the problems that we have been having…
So, I will start with adjusting to a different life in a different, not to mention undeveloped, country. In a territory that is very foreign to me there are some days I feel like it is all normal and I am used to it, however, other days I want to cry, to go home, to quit it all because I feel out of my element, I miss home, especially my mama, and there is nothing I like about this place. Feelings like these come and go, and hopefully with time everyday will feel normal, with these bad days being few and far between…like it is my home for the time being, and I enjoy being here(In real-time, while I am actually writing about this, which I can assure you is not in September, time slips away so fast, I do feel very calm, content, and happy here most days…) Part of the problem was that Jessica and I were living in limbo without a place to call home, which was a source of mounting frustration after 3 weeks of orientation with 30 people, feeling dumped in the middle of nowhere, and to then not have a place to settle in to and call our safe haven, a place where the big bad wolf just outside our door could not blow down to further agitate our poor rattled nerves (this living situation in real-time is now corrected, whoo, praise the Lord).
In terms of adapting to living in a tribal community that is possibly on the verge of being exploited by the Western world, well, it’s hard to know what to think. I want to educate these children, but it seems like some people, possibly those that come from Georgetown, ridicule their way of life in a way that makes them seem very insecure about who they are and where they come from…I actually had a student tell me that she wished she was white and could come live in America with me…very disturbing. I want to show them the opportunities that are out there if they really want them, but at the same time, I don’t want them to feel like they shouldn’t be content on living the tribal life that they and their ancestors have been living since, well, the tribe started. The name of the tribe that is in this area is the Macushi Tribe…and to illustrate how rapidly they are losing their foothold on their culture, the parents of the students all know the Macushi language, however, their children do not and most of them seem to have no aspirations to learn it. In one generation it is possible that this language could be lost. And lost to what?
My Ishmael…
By Daniel Quinn
“For hundreds of thousands of years, people as smart as you had had a way of life that worked well for them. The descendants of these people can today still be found here and there, and wherever they’re found in an untouched state, they give every evidence of being perfectly content with their way of life. They’re not at war with each other, generation against generation, or class against class. They’re not plagued by anguish, anxiety, depression, self-hatred, crime, madness, alcoholism, and drug addiction. They don’t complain of oppression and injustice. They don’t describe their lives as meaningless and empty. They’re not seething with hatred and rage. They don’t look into the sky yearning for contact with gods and angels and prophets, and alien spacemen and spirits of the dead. And they don’t wish someone would come along and tell them how to live. This is because they already know how to live, and ten thousand years ago humans everywhere knew how to live. But knowing how to live was something the people of your culture had to destroy in order to make themselves rulers of the world.”
While I realize not all of this holds true, and I also realize that not everyone might think this way, there seems to be people that think that every community should be striving to become part of the developing world, the Western World, and in being here and seeing all the beautiful natural resources these people have, I have come to realize that one can only hope that they leave the land as their ancestors have left it, respect it the way their ancestors did, and that a few don’t get greedy and start hording all the resources to themselves. I must see that while some may be yearning to get out of here and go into a different world, one that they have been told is so much more glorious than the one they know, there are some here that are very content with their way of living and it is not place in coming here to uproot that feeling. I am sure that most of the Amerindians here do not wish someone from the outside to come in and tell them how to live; they do know how to live. It might not be to the excess the rest of the world lives in, but isn’t that good? At one time I want to say, wow, there is a whole big world out there, you have no idea, and at the other time, there is so much to explore here, so much it could possibly take you a whole lifetime if you let it.
In terms of teaching and the school…School started on September fourth, but we really didn’t start teaching until the third week into it…They cannot do their time table of classes until they are sure they know what teachers will be returning and what subjects the teachers have the ability to teach. The HM (Headmaster/headmistress) did not arrive until two weeks into the term…for unknown reasons. She is new at the school this year and comes from the coast. At first I was a little sceptical, but now I think that she is really trying to do good things for the school, like get enough gasoline at one time so we don’t keep running out…the generator will be on for a week and then off for three (when it does come on it is only from about 7-9:00). We ended up with 12 teachers total, I wanted to teach Geography, but I ended up with too much on my plate, so that was out…I want to start a Geography club next term because a lot of students are interested in it, and I am interested in learning about it as well. I ended up teaching Biology and Integrated Science (a combo of all sciences as far as I can tell, with a few odd topics to cover here and there). Without World Teach, Project Trust, and Peace Corps, there would only be 7 teachers here (one teacher left on maternity leave) to teach something like 200 students. The school doesn’t really have much in terms of resources. They don’t have textbooks, which make it hard to teach because there are not many visual aids, and therefore, everything they need to know needs to be written on the board, which leaves them taking lots of notes, and it seems as though most students never peek at them again. Most of the curriculum is way beyond them, and it seems they may have gotten lost at the very start of their schooling career, since the Ministry of Education is so dead set on teachers following a syllabus, which they move through too quickly even if the students don’t understand…those that don’t are left behind from that point on. I have been trying to just read my students by asking them questions to see if they really understand, and if the majority don’t, I don’t move any further. I have a hard time understanding what the point of moving on is if they don’t understand a concept that is essential in order to build a pyramid of information on top of it. I have been trying to make it fun while being stern at the same time…I have heard that if you are not stern in the beginning you might end up with a nightmare, so seeing as nightmares scare me, I am trying to evade such a situation as much as I possibly can.
I live at work basically, and let me tell you, although I am sure that most of you know, living at work is oh but a dream…What are you talking about sarcasm…I sense not an ounce of sarcasm in that statement whatsoever…okay, fine, it’s really not that bad, but after a long day with the students, sometimes we have a hard time finding some privacy due to the fact that we have a guava tree, a lime tree, and a jamoon tree just outside our backdoor. The girls get bored on the weekends, so they make rounds to our house, one group comes, they go, the next group comes, the next group goes, and so it continues on this way all day, some you have to tell their time has ended and they must leave while others just keep going on their merry little way after just a short amount of time. Most of the students are sweet, and most of them are really polite…Good Morning Miss, Good Afternoon Miss, Good Night Miss…these are the usual greetings which take some time getting used to. Instead of saying good night as a bid farewell, here it is a salutation. There are a few unruly students, but given the age group this is nothing to fret about, mostly the boys, occasionally the girls.
Well then folks, take care for now, and October’s newsletter is just around the corner. I managed to get a blog going and the web address is heatheringuyana.blogspot.com, and hopefully it will be full of pictures soon!!
Until then, keep on the sunny side and take care!!
So…I hope that everyone enjoyed the first part of September with me…Sorry I have no pictures, but the internet access here is really slow and I also do not really have a way to get them on. I will be working on getting this newsletter onto a blog instead of doing it this way so that we won’t have the problems that we have been having…
So, I will start with adjusting to a different life in a different, not to mention undeveloped, country. In a territory that is very foreign to me there are some days I feel like it is all normal and I am used to it, however, other days I want to cry, to go home, to quit it all because I feel out of my element, I miss home, especially my mama, and there is nothing I like about this place. Feelings like these come and go, and hopefully with time everyday will feel normal, with these bad days being few and far between…like it is my home for the time being, and I enjoy being here(In real-time, while I am actually writing about this, which I can assure you is not in September, time slips away so fast, I do feel very calm, content, and happy here most days…) Part of the problem was that Jessica and I were living in limbo without a place to call home, which was a source of mounting frustration after 3 weeks of orientation with 30 people, feeling dumped in the middle of nowhere, and to then not have a place to settle in to and call our safe haven, a place where the big bad wolf just outside our door could not blow down to further agitate our poor rattled nerves (this living situation in real-time is now corrected, whoo, praise the Lord).
In terms of adapting to living in a tribal community that is possibly on the verge of being exploited by the Western world, well, it’s hard to know what to think. I want to educate these children, but it seems like some people, possibly those that come from Georgetown, ridicule their way of life in a way that makes them seem very insecure about who they are and where they come from…I actually had a student tell me that she wished she was white and could come live in America with me…very disturbing. I want to show them the opportunities that are out there if they really want them, but at the same time, I don’t want them to feel like they shouldn’t be content on living the tribal life that they and their ancestors have been living since, well, the tribe started. The name of the tribe that is in this area is the Macushi Tribe…and to illustrate how rapidly they are losing their foothold on their culture, the parents of the students all know the Macushi language, however, their children do not and most of them seem to have no aspirations to learn it. In one generation it is possible that this language could be lost. And lost to what?
My Ishmael…
By Daniel Quinn
“For hundreds of thousands of years, people as smart as you had had a way of life that worked well for them. The descendants of these people can today still be found here and there, and wherever they’re found in an untouched state, they give every evidence of being perfectly content with their way of life. They’re not at war with each other, generation against generation, or class against class. They’re not plagued by anguish, anxiety, depression, self-hatred, crime, madness, alcoholism, and drug addiction. They don’t complain of oppression and injustice. They don’t describe their lives as meaningless and empty. They’re not seething with hatred and rage. They don’t look into the sky yearning for contact with gods and angels and prophets, and alien spacemen and spirits of the dead. And they don’t wish someone would come along and tell them how to live. This is because they already know how to live, and ten thousand years ago humans everywhere knew how to live. But knowing how to live was something the people of your culture had to destroy in order to make themselves rulers of the world.”
While I realize not all of this holds true, and I also realize that not everyone might think this way, there seems to be people that think that every community should be striving to become part of the developing world, the Western World, and in being here and seeing all the beautiful natural resources these people have, I have come to realize that one can only hope that they leave the land as their ancestors have left it, respect it the way their ancestors did, and that a few don’t get greedy and start hording all the resources to themselves. I must see that while some may be yearning to get out of here and go into a different world, one that they have been told is so much more glorious than the one they know, there are some here that are very content with their way of living and it is not place in coming here to uproot that feeling. I am sure that most of the Amerindians here do not wish someone from the outside to come in and tell them how to live; they do know how to live. It might not be to the excess the rest of the world lives in, but isn’t that good? At one time I want to say, wow, there is a whole big world out there, you have no idea, and at the other time, there is so much to explore here, so much it could possibly take you a whole lifetime if you let it.
In terms of teaching and the school…School started on September fourth, but we really didn’t start teaching until the third week into it…They cannot do their time table of classes until they are sure they know what teachers will be returning and what subjects the teachers have the ability to teach. The HM (Headmaster/headmistress) did not arrive until two weeks into the term…for unknown reasons. She is new at the school this year and comes from the coast. At first I was a little sceptical, but now I think that she is really trying to do good things for the school, like get enough gasoline at one time so we don’t keep running out…the generator will be on for a week and then off for three (when it does come on it is only from about 7-9:00). We ended up with 12 teachers total, I wanted to teach Geography, but I ended up with too much on my plate, so that was out…I want to start a Geography club next term because a lot of students are interested in it, and I am interested in learning about it as well. I ended up teaching Biology and Integrated Science (a combo of all sciences as far as I can tell, with a few odd topics to cover here and there). Without World Teach, Project Trust, and Peace Corps, there would only be 7 teachers here (one teacher left on maternity leave) to teach something like 200 students. The school doesn’t really have much in terms of resources. They don’t have textbooks, which make it hard to teach because there are not many visual aids, and therefore, everything they need to know needs to be written on the board, which leaves them taking lots of notes, and it seems as though most students never peek at them again. Most of the curriculum is way beyond them, and it seems they may have gotten lost at the very start of their schooling career, since the Ministry of Education is so dead set on teachers following a syllabus, which they move through too quickly even if the students don’t understand…those that don’t are left behind from that point on. I have been trying to just read my students by asking them questions to see if they really understand, and if the majority don’t, I don’t move any further. I have a hard time understanding what the point of moving on is if they don’t understand a concept that is essential in order to build a pyramid of information on top of it. I have been trying to make it fun while being stern at the same time…I have heard that if you are not stern in the beginning you might end up with a nightmare, so seeing as nightmares scare me, I am trying to evade such a situation as much as I possibly can.
I live at work basically, and let me tell you, although I am sure that most of you know, living at work is oh but a dream…What are you talking about sarcasm…I sense not an ounce of sarcasm in that statement whatsoever…okay, fine, it’s really not that bad, but after a long day with the students, sometimes we have a hard time finding some privacy due to the fact that we have a guava tree, a lime tree, and a jamoon tree just outside our backdoor. The girls get bored on the weekends, so they make rounds to our house, one group comes, they go, the next group comes, the next group goes, and so it continues on this way all day, some you have to tell their time has ended and they must leave while others just keep going on their merry little way after just a short amount of time. Most of the students are sweet, and most of them are really polite…Good Morning Miss, Good Afternoon Miss, Good Night Miss…these are the usual greetings which take some time getting used to. Instead of saying good night as a bid farewell, here it is a salutation. There are a few unruly students, but given the age group this is nothing to fret about, mostly the boys, occasionally the girls.
Well then folks, take care for now, and October’s newsletter is just around the corner. I managed to get a blog going and the web address is heatheringuyana.blogspot.com, and hopefully it will be full of pictures soon!!
Until then, keep on the sunny side and take care!!
September Newsletter Part I
Pictures 1-3: My house...the walls do not go all the way up, which is actually pretty advantageous when you lock your keys in your room...you just climb up the door, pull yourself over the wall, and carefully find something to climb down on the other side.
Picture 4:
Me and some of the students. We made dinner at our house...the occasion was that two of the girls had a birthday and the other two helped Jess and me do wash down at the well for the first time.
Picture 5:
These are the trucks that we hop on to get to Lethem, which is 90 miles away...it has taken us 2 hours to get there, and it has taken us 14 hours to get there...
Picture 6:
The students have assembly every morning before school starts. They say the school prayer, the national pledge, the thought of the week and sing the song of the week. I taught them "Keep on the Sunny Side" when it was my week to lead assembly!
September 2006: Part I
Greetings from the North Rupununi!!! That is what they call the Region that I live in, well half of it anyways. The other half is, you guessed it, South Rupununi! The North and South Rupununi are separated by the Kanuku Mountains, which I had the pleasure of visiting last weekend…but you will have to wait to hear that until October’s newsletter…which is just around the corner, hopefully. Let me apologize for the lateness on this, I do not always have a computer that I can sit at for any extended period. They also call it the Hinterlands, which has a nice ring to it. ‘Where do you live?’ “Oh, in the Hinterlands.’
(I wrote this out on paper first) It’s roughly 5:15-5:30 a.m. I have no clock, but I have gotten good at telling time by the sky…the sun is just coming up to my right, and above me just to the left the moon is still shining bright and is looking roughly round and full. There is an amazing breeze here every morning; I’m still chilled even with my hoody on. I will cherish this breeze right now because in about 6 hours I will be wishing for it. Early mornings have become my favorite time, next to moonlit walks through the savannah…the morning is so quiet, one by one things start going to sleep as other things begin to open their eyes and yawn, and to hear all this while watching the sunrise over the mountains is a very peaceful and calming way to start my day. I like seeing the stars from my previous day and then watching the sunrise on my new day. I have started doing this recently, waking up pretty early, which is easy when going to bed late for me has become 8:30 p.m. This morning, however, I actually wanted to sleep a little bit longer. I started rousing and saw the sun was coming up, but I slothfully decided I would stay in bed for a bit…but the bats above me, well, they decided differently. Bats are apparently capable of some pretty high-pitched sounds that I was never aware of. I never thought I would have a bat as an alarm clock, nagging at me to get up when I just wanted to leave my mind dreaming for a few more lazy minutes, but sure enough, it complained about whatever it was moaning about for so long that I decided coffee was the next best thing. I bitterly climbed out of my bug net and told that bat to shut up. It’s still crying now. Now that I am up I guess I’ll forgive it and move on with my day.
Jess and I are slowly learning the way of life here in Annai. As I mentioned before, we have no running water, which means our voyages to the well provide water for drinking, bathing (straight out of the bucket nonetheless!), washing dishes, flushing the toilets, brushing our teeth, and any cooking, coffee, or tea. The well is just outside the compound…it is a round, cement platform about 7-8 feet in diameter, and there is roughly a 2x2 square hole cut into the middle of it. You tie your rope TIGHTLY to your bucket (otherwise you will be making a swift jump down that dark square hole to try to fetch your rope and bucket before the well swallows it whole) and you try to 1) throw your bucket in so it lands upside down 2) rest your bucket on the small ledge that’s about 5 feet below the ground surface and try to tip it so it lands on it’s side or upside down, or 3) lower your bucket to just above the surface of the water and give your rope a quick flick of the wrist. I find number 3 the easiest for me. We are actually getting pretty good at it. (Sometimes some of the kids would watch us while they were waiting for us in the beginning, and they would just giggle…they are always giggling…sometimes we are scared that there is something embarrassing hanging off the back of us, but now we know they just giggle…) Once you get your bucket at least halfway full you can then plunge it up and down until it submerges, and then you start pulling it up. Jess and I normally pull up two each, filling one large bucket that we carry up between us and 2 small buckets for each of our free hands. We then have to walk back up the hill. We try our hardest to get all the water back up, but it is inevitable, as we make our way back up the obstacle course of gravel, that some of it ends up on our feet and our legs…We try to split the buckets up so we have enough for drinking, bathing, and dishes, and all that other stuff I mentioned before.
I live in Annai, which I know I have already told you all. If you were to look at a map of the world, and you focused in on the western part of Guyana, you might see Lethem, Surama, or maybe even Annai. Surama is a nearby village of about 200 people. It was here that we hiked up just before sunset and saw the macaws flying. This is one of my favorite moments here so far. I am currently preparing a top ten list for October, so be ready…it should be good. Lethem is a bigger village, you could probably even call it a town. It is from Lethem that you can cross the river and be in Brazil (my trip to Brazil will also be in October’s newsletter…good times!!). This is where Jessica and I first fled after getting to Annai and feeling deserted in the middle of nowhere. We now flee there to try to get our hands on some fruits and vegetables. Annai does not have much in the way of either, and I miss them, as well as every cell in my body, terribly. Anyways, flying in here was amazing…when we started descending you could start seeing all the mountains and hills that these trees were on. So far, the only signs of human existence were on the plane…why then were we descending? A dose of reality set in and I had to ask myself where I was going and what the heck I had gotten myself into. I definitely felt very overwhelmed, even to the point of tears…they were tears of happiness and excitement, as well as a bit of fear. We then started to see groups of housing, thatched roofs of houses in the villages, and everything was very spread out. When the plane landed on the red gravel road, not scary in the slightest bit, no way, not landing on an unpaved road, and they literally threw our bags out on the runway, Jess and I got out on the runway, and the plane took off with J. Sue and Sean, they were headed towards Lethem.
We finally made it to the compound a few hours later, and after seeing our living situation for the first time, and seeing how secluded we were from everything else, how no one was even up on Bina Hill yet (this is what they call the hill where the school is and this Institute (I think the institute it is set up by the British), and we had no idea what to do in that moment. The guy who helped us get up to Bina Hill left and we both felt a little stressed out. We were tired, hot, sweaty, frustrated, confused, feeling out of our element, and both probably wishing we could snap our fingers and be at home in the U.S. in our nice and comfortable beds. All of a sudden it started pouring rain, and the only thing that we could think to do was throw on our suits and run outside and bathe in the rain (this conveniently saves you a trip to the well too). We felt so refreshed with higher spirits after that shower in the warm rain, and so we decided to venture out to explore our surroundings…. Here is the journal entry I wrote after our escapade into the wild, down that dark, rust-red, long gravel road….
8/22/2006
-Nighttime now…Jessica and I just had the scariest walk of our lives. After experiencing a bit of stage 2 (this is a stage of culture shock), we decided to go on a walk. It was nearing dusk, if you could call it dusk here, probably more like sunset to complete darkness, and we choose to go out exploring. When we left on a whim we had no idea where we were going or how long we would be gone. Thank God we thought to grab our headlamps, otherwise I think we might still be at Rock View Lodge right now. So we went out and walked and talked and just looked around at how beautiful this place is and we saw the village next to Rock View up ahead, so we just decided to go get some nice, cold beer. Walking down the road to Rock View we saw such a beautiful sunset behind the mountains-you would have thought then that our sensibility would have set in-how were we going to get home? But no, we didn’t think that far ahead, obviously still in stage 1. So we got some beers and ran in to Dillon again (this local guy) and he told us he couldn’t believe that we had walked all the way there. Maybe it was then that we realized that we would have to walk back in the dark, but I don’t think so because we still proceeded to have one beer, and yet one more. We bought a bottle of rum (which tastes more like whiskey than rum…El Dorado) and thought we could walk home and then just sip on some rum…Yeah. Before we even got out of the gates of Rock View we realized how dark it was and that we had a long walk ahead of us. Ten minutes into our walk terror had already struck us, but we just did our best to hide it from one another and walked faster than we might have walked ever before in our lives and with more determination to reach our destination than I have only felt in other situations where terror and fear were the only things I was feeling. I said a prayer, which I tend to save only for moments like these, but I said it because the only thing Jess and I could do was keep walking, and after that our fate was in the hands of some higher power that could choose to watch over us, which was what I was so desperately begging for. We kept track in slots of ten minutes, we reached the 10-minute mark, the 20-minute mark, 30 minutes…still not home and the Foot and Mouth building at the end of the long road to the compound had still not come into sight. There was a storm rolling in, at first it was paper lighting, which was at one time beautiful to see the mountains all lit up and, at the other time it was freaky because you felt like you were in some horror film and the boogie man was about to jump out at any second. We would see ahead of us in the distance reflecting eyes, what is was, we had no idea. Donkeys. Those damn donkeys. As long as it was only donkeys I suppose I should be happy. Finally we saw the building we had anxiously been waiting to see when we were only 5 minutes away form the ranch. I never thought Foot and Mouth Disease (that was what the building used to be used for) could make me so happy. We finally got back to the compound and just in time too, because literally about 5 minutes later it started to rain. Halfway through our walk the paper lightening turned into streak lightening and with those headlamps on our heads I was not quite sure if we had just made ourselves more of a target or not. My guess is that free electrons on your head might give you a little more exposure than you had ever hoped for. So we made it back safe and sound. We hated our place only hours before and returned to find our safe haven. And this all occurred before 8 p.m. We now lay in our safety net, which keeps bugs out, as well as the boogieman.
I hope everyone is doing well and keepin’ on the sunny side! I am doing really well, I really love it here. There was some stress in the beginning, but we now have a place to call home and we are really beginning to make it feel like our home. We made some crafts, have big furniture building plans out of scrap wood, and have nice places to sit and chill. I always feel like there is so much that `I want to do here, but the days are going so fast. We have not had electricity in a long time, so our days end at about 6:30. You can’t do much in the dark for long without the bugs attacking you. Part II: Life on Bina Hill and first weeks of school.,..Until next time…
I am going to try to send some pictures over email soon…there is trouble with the computer situation…not many that `I have access too….By the way, sorry this is late.
August Newsletter
Pictures...
1. Hanging out in the jungle...
2. The waters of Bartica. Bartica got its name becuase of the red rust color of the water. It is really clear, and the bottom just glows red. It's really pretty. I took this picture when we were on a hike to a waterfall.
3. Amy and I are on our way to hunt for some tarantulas....too bad we didn't find any.
August 2006
Welcome to Guyana!! There are so many things that I could tell you about it and throughout the year I hope that we learn so much about this amazing land, including all the ups and downs of this developing nation. Right now I am Bartica which is considered the gateway to the rest of the country. I am currently staying at the compound, which is the dorm for the Bartica Secondary students. We are just off Potaro Road, which is a red dirt road, the only road that leads into the interior of Guyana. Seeing as I will be living 12-16 hours into the interior, looking at it from this point makes me feel slightly claustrophobic just knowing that this is the only way in or out of the interior. Of course you could always get out there by a plane, but this is expensive…Luckily I will be taking a plane out to my site, but once I am there, this road is my only way out.
We definitely stand out here; however, we are welcomed with open arms by the locals, who are both friendly and curious. My first stop was in Georgetown, which is home to about 300,000 people out of the 700,000 that reside in the whole country. I have found this to be the land of wild animals, no matter if you are in the city or in the jungle. In the city you will find wild dogs, donkeys, and goats running rampant. In Bartica there is a more diverse bunch of animals that is extended to include cows, roosters, and chickens.
Getting to Bartica:
On August 28th there will be elections in Guyana. There is a chance that things could get dangerous for us in Georgetown, so we have come to Bartica as a precautionary measure. In order to get to Bartica we took the slow ferry down the Essequibo River. The ferry covers 50 miles in 5 hours and the expression “packed like sardines” was probably coined on this ferry. Seriously. One of the girls, Dana, said it was “slave-ship esque.” This originally sounded like fun, but let me tell you, this was our most challenging experience this far. The weather here is about 100% humidity all the time and about 75-90 degrees during the day. We got the ferry a little late so all the merchants had already loaded their goods and all the people had already boarded. All of a sudden about 35 white people with roughly 70 suitcases and 35 backpacks needed to board this already stuffed to the gourd boat that was just about ready to depart. The cars were already on board, so there was no way for us to walk up the stairs with our luggage. The only choice that we had was to pass our suitcases, weighing about 50 pounds each, up to one of the volunteers from the dock. We then had to find space around all the people to stack all of these suitcases. The picture should give you a better idea, but at the same time, you have no idea…It was one of those moments where you are so fed up you want to scream, but you know that all you can do is just keep going and get it done because you have no other choice. The horn sounded and the captain was ready to go, however we still had about 40 bags on the ground, as well as the 20 volunteers that owned these bags. With sweat dripping into our burning eyes we just kept going and to all of our surprise we all made it with our luggage shoved into some corner or hallway of the boat. Some people had to sit uncomfortably holding bags in the sun, and then there were those few of us that found a nice comfortable home for the duration of the trip sitting on top of the masses of boxes of vodka that were stored at the back of the boat. Slowly, volunteers found our prized spot, which then became just as crowded and uncomfortable as the rest of the boat. It was a long, slow trip, and I was exhausted. By the time we got to Bartica half of the boat had unloaded, so getting of wasn’t nearly as intense as getting on, hallelujah. A minibus came to pick us up and took us to the next dormitory, which was really nice compared to the first…
Our living situation:
The first picture is one of Amy and me in Bartica about to go on a tartantula hunt....unfortunately we did not find any, but we did find some toads and we got eaten alive by the mosquitoes!
All of us live together. There are currently 4 girls in one room with 2 sets of bunk beds. It’s not that bad. We do not have running water though. Every morning we take turns using the buckets…we walk through the yard that has fire ant hills randomly here and there, fill up our buckets with water that is less that clear, try our hardest to get it back through the foyer without spilling it all over ourselves and the floor, trek back up the stairs, share our shower space with a number of different arthropods, and try to conserve the amount of water we are dumping over our heads with our cups as we try to get the rest of the shampoo out of our hair. And I came here on my own accord…it’s interesting, but already a nice, long, hot shower sounds amazing…and it’s only just begun. You know you are roughing it when a flushing toilet is what you call a luxury.
It’s really not that bad, although we are getting anxious to get to our sites…but we are trying to enjoy this now because things after this aren’t going to be so easy and will get a bit lonely.
The Bugs:
They are big. They are small. They are everywhere. I swear to you, ants might take over the world. I found this beetle and was ready to get back on that tightly packed ferry in order to catch the next plane out…but then I fell in love and wanted to dissect it. Now we go out looking for the things that creep and crawl through the night. I have never seen ants behave this way, I suppose I have never had so much time to watch them, but they attack all kinds of bugs (you should have seen the size of the moth they got this morning) and then they carry them up the wall. It is a crazy sight to see…I will try to get a picture if I think of it. I saw a huge spider, not quite as big as a tarantula, and it had its eggs underneath its abdomen. We were at the internet café and my field director Nancy got so scared she kicked the modem and shut every computer down…it was funny…she said I chased it towards here, but I swear I didn’t…
More about Guyana…
Guyana is a poor country…you see it as soon as you step off the plane. It is definitely beautiful but with it’s poverty you can only hope that they learn to conserve their resources and not destroy this land just for money…it’s a hard situation. Walking through Georgetown one day was when it really hit me. The houses are broken down huts on stilts and the roads aren’t paved, they are red dirt roads with the most amazing potholes you have ever seen. You wonder why all those SUV’s are on the paved American city roads when they would be most useful for this terrain. It’s like nothing I have ever seen before. I don’t even know how to explain it really. There is trash everywhere and they just stack it in their front yards until they get a good accumulation and then they burn it. There is litter everywhere you step and in every water way you see…It’s disturbing and one can only wonder how they could fix the problem… At one time it seems so awful, all the garbage, the crime, the merchants begging for your business on streets, and then at the other time, it has its beauty and the people are a big part of the charm. Everyone passes by you and says either good morning, good afternoon, or good night, depending on the time of day.
To give you an idea about their schools…they are poor. In America we spend about $8,000 a year per student. In Guyana they spend $300. And the double edged sword is that while the Ministry of Education is trying hard to get these kids to finish secondary school, they are only setting themselves up for the educated to leave the country, leaving Guyana right where it started. There are no universities really, except the University of Guyana, so if you stress that university is important, well, they leave the country and go somewhere else, and the odds of them returning to seek employment in their home country is slim to none. Their teachers here are never a sure thing, it is unknown if they will come back after “summer” break (it’s summer all the time here for us), and if they do, it is unsure how many days a week they will actually make it to their classes.
I want to show the poverty level, but for the sake of making this a very large email, I will not include them here. I will be posting my pictures on Shutterfly very soon here and I will let you know. Check them out to see for yourself what Guyana looks like…
In my head:
Sometimes I wonder how I am going to make it here a year. I know that this not going to be easy, and there are days I have already had where I have to search inside myself to find the courage to not get on a plane to go back home to the comforts I know. I still am not sure if the idea that I am going to be here a year has really set in. The living conditions I am currently in makes this feel a bit like summer camp, which is not going to be the reality once I get to my site. Once I actually do get to my site however, hopefully I can settle in and try to make it my home…Until them I feel a bit in limbo and go up and down in terms of my emotions about how I feel about this whole thing. But then you see the kids (we have been having teaching practicum’s, so we are actually teaching students) and you really want to teach them and get to know them. I feel lonely at times and miss my family a bunch, especially my mom, but luckily I have a phone right now so I can call her as often as I like. Once I get to my site I will not have access to a phone, so that might be hard, but at least I will have a place to finally call home for a year, so that might make the blow a little less troublesome…we will see here soon. I depart for my site on August 20th. I will be living in the village of Annai, which is an Amerindian village of about 500 people that is about an hour or so away from the Brazilian border. There will be a chief of my village and everything I do will be scrutinized by the people of this tiny and conservative village. We have been having training sessions that deal with how to live in one of these villages. They told us our lives are no longer private, they are public knowledge, and to keep that in mind as we move about our days. I even have to ask the chief if he will allow visitors to come and see me…
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