Week 21- This will be the longest week EVER.
It is now starting to look a lot like Christmas and frankly I do not know
how I feel about that. As we go by bus
(school bus- not the local crowded, “Oh, my gosh you pinched my butt” bus), we
drive by our local grocery store and see a 25’ Christmas tree with Santa and a
snowman out in front. One of my new
friends say to me as I make a comment of disbelief, “Oh, Christmas is
celebrated all around the world now; it’s a fun holiday.” Now, I know in the US some of us have gone to
the dark side of the materialism of Christmas but at least we throw in a
religious song and some of us even go to a church service. Most know we have this holiday to celebrate
the birth of Jesus. To have this holiday
purely for the fun of it seems somehow sacrilegious. Perhaps I am kidding myself to think that
Christians should have the market on Christmas, but I think that if non-Jews
chose to light candles for Hanukah and play with a draddle, Jews might get a little
miffed and if non-Buddhists placed Buddha’s all over their house just because
they thought he was cute and wanted to rub his belly that Buddhist might be a
little offended. Don’t get me wrong. I
loved our Christmas concert (even though I doubt many of the parents in the
audience could follow the lyrics) because I am sure the teachers taught the
kids what the messages behind the songs are. It is food for thought and for now
I will just think about it.
Sunday is our big community service project that one young man started a
few years ago at the school. It is called help-Portrait and it gives the gift
of photography to those who do not have access.
The way we did it was to invite families, orphanages and local people to
the school. They then had make-up
stations and hair stations for the guests and then a professional “studio” for
the portrait. While the picture was
being developed, they snacked and talked with the students. I was on the decorating team so the day of
the event, I got to hang around and basically be amazed. I held babies and shed a few tears. It was truly an amazing day. All in all they
took about 70 photos and served 300 people.
This event happens throughout the world. Check it out.
Let’s talk about those pesky little bugs called mesquites. We have them; they are obnoxious. We (meaning Myanmar) do, however, have some
interesting contraptions to kill the little buggers. So, for the first few months I do not have a mosquito
net over my bed; I do however, have a tennis racquet designed to electrocute
the pests. So every night I sit in my
bed, swinging the racquet hoping for a good night’s sleep. After a million and
one bites, I decide the racquet is defected and give up. Month four I find out I have not charged the
thing. Twenty minutes later I figure out how to eject the plug and charge away.
This is after my roommate borrows someone else’s at school because she had
literally 300 flying all over her room one morning. Walah- for some sick reason
I love the zip sound when racquet and pest meet. I have now developed tennis elbow from my new
obsession! The other contraption is a
green plastic mushroom. “They can check
in any time they like… but they can never leave” (insert Hotel California music
here- which by the way is very popular around here- remember, we are about 30
years behind the music trends). I think
one of the things I am going to bring back is wire mesh so I can make covers
for all the drains in the house. I have heard that the hot season is even worse
for the little buggers.
I did it! I go to the market to
see if I can have earrings made for friends and instead end up having some made
for me! I am now the proud owner of some huge amethyst rocks that will look
wonderful on my ears. Sorry friends, but
sometimes a person has to be a little selfish. Merry Christmas to me.
Help-Portrait is Sunday. We have a
wonderfully decorated gym and have invited 75 families in to get portraits made.
They come into the hair and make-up station first, then pose for a picture; it
is printed, laminated while they wait and then they have a professional picture
to capture their lovely family. It is wonderful to see the students working
alongside the community to give the gift of photography. I could write more but think pictures will be
more appropriate. Enjoy them.
The highlight of this week, Monday, will have to be going to the soccer
game. They are having the Sea Games in
Myanmar (the first time since the 1960’s).
The Sea Games are a mini Olympics for the South East Asian
countries. The traffic is bad and the
city is crowded, but the pride of this nation is showing. Much of the games are happening in the
capital of Naypyidaw, but some of the events are just around the corner from
where I live. Naypyidaw has an interesting history. It is the new capital the was built in like a
week in 2004. It does not much going on
and has been called a ghost town because of that. But back to the soccer game. So one of the teachers gets 30 tickets and I
sign up to go. I almost talk myself out
of it because I imagine the drunken brawls at so many other international
soccer games... but it put on my big girl panties and trek through the village
around the corner (I feel like I ma walking through people’s homes) taking the
back way to the stadium. The energy, the people and the décor are amazing. The locals are excited we have come to
support their team. Cheers of “My-an-mar” are yelled as we pass each of the
large groups trying to find out gate. We stop to shop (always stopping to shop)
and I find that once again in Myanmar- large is small and XL is medium. My boys
will not be sporting Myanmar soccer jerseys this Christmas and I will have to
be in my turquoise blue shirt in a sea of red while in the stadium stands.
I enter the gate, get stopped because I have a water bottle (that does
not contain water lol), and I must relinquish it, but they do pour the contents
into a plastic bag complete with a straw. Here I am thinking they will bust me
for bringing in alcohol, but they are only worried that I have something that
could be used as a projectile. We find our seats and the action begins. The
game is good and the fans are great. The
end zone is a sea of red shirts, huge flags and choreographed movements with
banners- I want to be there but not enough to climb a fence or try to talk the
guard into letting me by. Justine manages to get over there and we watch as we
see his white arms participate in the action. Then someone says, “We ought to
do the wave.” Well, you do not have to
tell me twice- I love a good wave- so I am up and ready to go. The first round it is me, running (which I
use the term loosely) the length of our side of the stadium teaching the
concept. They catch on quickly and soon we have our wave. The second half, I get all of our group up
and they place themselves strategically around the length of the stands (until
we hit the VIP section that is gated and locked) and we are ready. “One, Two,
three”- I start, Eric follows, Kali and Tracy and Andres join in, as does the
rest of the group; Diane films it and not only do we have half of the stadium
doing the wave…but… we get a reverse wave back.
They sent it back!!! So
exciting. At this point we have celebrity
status. We get candy, people want our pictures and even at the end of the game
as the team does their victory tour around the track, they stop and do a 12 man
wave back to our side of the stadium. But wait, it does not stop there.
We leave the stadium and are gathered at the bottom of the steps so we
can walk back together, and as the people are coming down the long group of
stairs- they begin the wave again as they see us. Jody and I almost got left
because everyone wanted pictures with us. Too funny! I loved my friend’s
Facebook post, “Remember the time we taught the Myanmar people the wave?” Priceless. Oh, and we won the game.
The week that follows is hurried. Tuesday is the Christmas choir concert.
It is lovely and really gets me in the mood for the holiday. My students did a great job and I heard three
songs I had never heard before. Needless
to say, my eyes are watery by the night’s end.
Puppies—the whole neighborhood has puppies. This might sound precious- and oh my gosh-
they are so cute, but they are street dog puppies which means they will turn
into street dogs, which means they might get rounded up and taken God knows
where to meet whatever fate becomes them.
But for now- they are cute and I am enjoying their puppy faces.
My week ends with a night of TV. I
have found a few students who download my favorite shows and they copy them on
a thumb drive for me. I watched two
episodes of Glee, and five of Modern Family. Now if I could only
remember who it was I received Grey’s Anatomy from, I will be one happy couch
potato.
Tonight is another soccer game so perhaps I will have another story
although I think it will be hard to top Monday’s activities. For now I will say
Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and thanks for giving me the
inspiration to write. I am so glad I will
have this to look back on. I do not know
if I will post again before I leave for the states, so for now I will say-
Happy New Year!!!!
Reflections:
1. We had people over on Thursday (for enchiladas- can you believe it??) and one asked, "Can you believe you have been here for five months and that the year is halfway over. I reflected on that. No- on one hand, I cannot believe it. There is so much to see and do and my time is ticking away. On the other hand, yes- I feel the pain of missing my family and friends every day. I know it is just a short time when one looks at the many years we are on this adventure called life, but I need to hug my kids and have a conversation with them that is not garbled.
2. Emotions: For some reasons teenagers do not like to see their teachers teary-eyed. So far my eighth graders have seen my shed a tear four times. Three times at the ending of a sad book and last week at the Christmas concert. By the time I got to school the next day, many kids come up to me and said, "I hear we made you cry." Emotions are something I wear on my sleeve and something this culture seems to hold in. Perhaps we will be able to reach a happy medium and teach each other something.
3. Saying goodbye- Now is the time when international schools get there commitments for the next year. Many of the people I have become friends with will be leaving for there next job or in one case- an adventure touring around the world. On some levels, I envy them. How exciting to be able to work and see the world- I different location every four or five years! One the other hand, selfishly, I do not want them to go. There has not been enough time and I really like these friends. Yesterday, however, I was talking to Sarah and she said, once you get to know someone when you are teaching internationally, chances are you will know them forever. One day they will call and come stay on your couch while they are passing through your fine state. I hope that is true.
4. Someone asked me what I would be bringing back with me from the states when I returned. A month ago I started making a list and now I think- I really just want a nice towel that is not white. How quickly we adjust.
5. I am still grappling with the fact that Christmas is celebrated over here (and around the world) yet people do not know the reason for the season. I used the analogy with one of my classes and said, "How would you feel if I placed a Budda in front of my house because I thought he was cute and wanted to rub his belly when I walked in my door?" I am not trying to preach and I do not begrudge any one the celebration, I just ask they know why it is celebrated. So… we are making an A,B, C book of celebrations around the world for the 2nd graders. Christmas will be included. I'm out………...
Sea of red in the "student" section.
Crazy Canadians and Americans, and South Africans and Australians!
Fans
Fans
Thank goodness they did not have those obnoxious horns!
oh- and there was a game going on
Justin- he was the one who made it to the crazy section
Seniors at the choir concert
Choir concert
The tools of doom for the pests of the house
Help-Portrait
Mon- one of my seniors- with his crew
waiting for pictures
This was a group from the orphanage. The monk is 81 year sold. He must have the patience of Job.
Posing with their picture
All the volunteers; i missed this picture because i was still cleaning up.
One of my seniors in the make-up station
awwwww- so cute
styling- can't get enough hair gel.
I got to hold this little baby. She was not sure about me but it made it easier for the mom to get her hair done.












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