Sunday, July 28, 2013

And practice school continues on

One week of practice school has ended and much to my relief I survived. To say I am exhausted is an understatement (as well as everyone else). We teach to real students who are kind enough to volunteer to help us. We are each assigned our very own professional teacher to work with. My partner is Sylvia, she taught for 40 yrs and can do this kind of thing with her eyes shut. I am so very lucky to have her. Lesson planning for 2 classes a day takes 4-6 hours and then we have to make "props" for games and such, this is done when you get home from a 9 hr day at school. Many of us stay up to 1am, 2am, 3am.

The first class was pretty scary, but I had 12th grade who at least understood English. On the second day I had all new students, thought huh they look pretty young for 12th grade, so using what I had prepared for 12th graders, I began.  When I spoke ... nothing…. Blank faces and lots of giggling. They didn't understand a thing I was saying. As I slipped into panic mode my teacher and supervisor, who happened to be in my room to observe, realized what happened, someone sent all 9th graders to my class. EVERYTHING I prepared was based on the lessons I had for 12th graders.

At this age they need some translating done so Sylvia took over and my supervisor did an outline of simple things for me to teach. I asked her practically in tears "are you testing me! To see if I can handle this?" She said "NO Sandra! of course not, we are here to teach you and this kind of thing will never ever happen in real life”. Sometimes you forget you’re a volunteer and not an  employee who will be fired (unless you break some important rules that they have).
This week our REAL partner teachers are coming. We will be trained together on how to teach as partners for 2 weeks, 1 week with the professional teacher, 1 week just the 2 of us.
On Friday after classes there was a surprise, they were taking us to immigration YAHOO no school! We have to become citizens for 2 years to stay. Lucky for me and my very good friend Janet (who I probably couldn’t have  survived this long without her shoulder to cry on),  happened to be #1 and #2 to be processed and were out at 1:00 (just after that the power went out and our co-members had to hang around!)  

Janet and I decided it was time to break off on our own and explore.

                                                                                       Janet at the Immigration office! 

 
 

 Art and crafts in the park

 
 

 This is Kate a very friendly great English speaker that we enjoyed talking to (and helped with directions)



 
YES it is McDonalds!

 
 

 Very sad .....

 



 
 
Now keep in mind that yes the city is beautiful but don’t forget yours truly will be taking bucket baths for 2 years. I told a co-member that I had to do this and she said “ooooohh your the one that has to do that" so it seems I'll be the only one in the group lucky enough to have THAT part of the PC experience (please keep praying for that indoor toilet to appear before I get there).
We ran into other members and we decided to go for Greek food. WE NEEDED this relaxing evening...
Julianna enjoying a glass of wine.....

 
Anytime someone gets  a package from home we are all excited to watch it be opened. Haley is so happy because there are special thoughtful gifts from her boyfriend.


 
And that is it for the week....
now back school in the morning to start all over again....
 
Over and out.....

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Practice shool begins

Just when you think it can't get worse....
Language assessment on Monday and then this...

This is a schedule for "practice school" that we will be in for the next few weeks- please take notice - THIS is ONE  WEEK! We are all exhausted and nervous and just want it to be over, on the other hand... when it's over we leave each other and move to our sites.
 
 
Though I want to teach children it was just my luck to pull 8th  an 12th grade. So for 12th grade lessons.... "European Integration (Living in a Globalized World)", "Problems for us all (Hormone scandal - ie. adding hormones to beef", "Literary Focus The Same as Ever" (NO idea what that is).
 
8th - "Everyday Life" (can you say that you rise with the lark if you are an early bird?) WHAAATTT???? "School life" (not so bad right? However the vocab is Renaissance, autonomous, encyclopedia... need I continue?), and "Handicraft Lessons" (What  do you drive nails with? Why do we drill metal? What is a needle for.....) I hope it's not asking me to BUILD something with them. THOSE vocabulary words that will come out of mouth I shouldn't teach (OUCH #@! SH@#!!!!)
 
This weekend there are real teachers coming for two weeks. Next will be my real partner teacher for one week,we will learn to work together.  This will be hard for her I'm sure, she has a 5 yr old at home. We have been in classes for five 9 hour days and 1/2 a day on Sat., we are now moving into six 9 hour days.
 
I guess I better start studying hormones and globalization so I can actually teach it. Wish me luck.
 
The town I am in now, Ialoveni, has some amazing homes:
 

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Interesting thing around here, gates and walls are a kind of status symbol. There are gates that are not nice, some are very nice and some are BEAUTIFUL. It's not unusual to see a NOT very nice home behind the most elaborate gates... but... you know men.... "look mine is bigger than yours". :-) I will be posting photos of these gates because some of them are amazing, here are some nice ones, but NOT the elaborate ones I'm talking about.  I told some people I would like to a make a book of  just "fence doors". My friend said "Sandra those are called gates" DUH :-) OMG My brain is fried. So if I do publish a book of gates it will be titled "Fence Doors"
 




 
I'm hoping to get a picture of one with space rockets! Each time I pass someone is there and I can't just snap a photo in front of them.
 
I found this to be a little amusing, there are yellow pipes that are all around  (and kids play on them not a cozy feeling when I see that) they are the gas lines. Now see that little yellow box? That is what that is, part of the gas line. So I thought, well then, it does make sense to put a large JESUS in front of it, at least it can't HURT, Right? Although I question the use of wood? Then again should there actually be an explosion wood, metal, tin... won't matter.
 
 
 
Today I was out hiking through walnut groves.
 
 
I was texting a friend, just enjoying the nice breeze in the shade and as I hit send I looked up and THIS was coming at me (I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON I HATE CELL PHONES)!
 
Doesn't look so menacing because you can see the rope and he is far away, I turned slowly and said to myself "OK don't run... walk calmly" but then I turned and he was aiming right at me, and then I saw the rope and thought "haha can't get me" the only problem is I didn't know how the long rope was! So I hightailed it out of there fast because LOOK AT THOSE HORNS!. This would make a nice headline..."PC volunteer from Northampton MA killed by goat in Moldova" and you can put on my stone "Here lies Sandra our beloved sister and friend, she was a goat victim" Let someone figure out what that means 100 yrs from now walking past my headstone.
 
 
When safely out of reach I was able to turn and take his photo. ( BAAASTARD GOAT CAN'T GET ME NOW) :-)
 
 
And finally are these NOT THE COOLEST PHOTOS!
 

 
What I love the most about Moldova is the fascinating and interesting mix of old and new.
 
 
 
OK over and out from Moldova
до свидания
 
OH and one more thing... some of you have been asking me if it's hot here? Every day is either HOT, HOTTER, or HOTTEST. Once in awhile it rains and OH what a relief it is. Since we're limited on clothes to wear, each day you smell your shirt and rate it to 1-10.  10 = right out of the wash, 7= not so good  but not so bad, 5 = ick bad but doable, and then there is the 3 = "HOLY #@! THIS IS GROSS but heck I can get one more use" and finally there is 1 = "NO chance in HELL I'm wearing this thing, and into the wash it goes".  Since it costs money to wash, and we are so limited on funds, I save them for a 3-4 week batch, or you do what I did today, hand wash and hang them in your room to dry on my radiator, windowsill, door handles....etc. Figured I'd better get use to is, I will be hand washing for years to come.
 

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Site visit

Finally, the day came and we were sent to our new homes for a weekend visit. I think most of us wanted it to just be over, we were excited but just as equally afraid of what we'd find. First we headed into our training site in the city where we were each introduced to our school Director or partner teacher, which was my case. My partner is Maria - interestingly enough the 3 woman I will have the most contact with are named Maria. She is a very beautiful (as are so many of the woman in this country) and as sweet as can be. We immediately felt comfortable with each other but what convinced me that we were a good match is that in our meeting she wrote  a note on her page and turned it to me to read it. I think this is the grown-up way of "passing notes" and I do it all the time, usually making some wise-crack joke.

It was a long trip to my new home of Taraclia. I left home at 7:30 and arrived at 12:30. Fortunately on the way back I found a quicker route an made it in 3.5 hours. That is a very long ride under any circumstances but on a "maxi-taxi" the time seems double. But at least for these long distance drives you actually purchase a numbered seat.  The idea of standing while being crushed for that long is unbearable. But still the bumps and swerves of these little vans are pretty bad and that ride seemed to have set off some pretty heavy duty motion sickness that has now lasted almost a week. I finally gave in and went to the doctor who has loaded me up with anti-nausea drugs and to my great disappointment (NOT) I have to stay home and miss language class this morning.

Moldova is well known for two things, its wine and sunflower oil. Here sunflowers are a crop that is harvested for their seeds and oil, it's not like home where they are seen as just pretty yellow flowers.  There are miles and miles of them, they travel across fields, up hills and down mountains,  blankets of yellow and yellow and yellow. Stunning to look at, I had my nose pressed against the window (figuratively of course - yuck) saying WWOOOWWW while Maria laughed at me, she said she no longer "sees them". And all across the county there are miles and miles of grapes that will be harvested in a few months. Unfortunately I was unable to take pictures since I was in the van, but I have two years here so expect to see photos of them. I said it before, I'll say it again, Moldova is a very beautiful country! I have come to realize that Moldovans are very proud of that fact. It is not unusual for them to  ask "do you like Moldova" or "what do you think of Moldova" very shortly after you have met them.

My new host family, Maria (yes, "Mom" is also Maria) and her new husband picked us up at the bus station (well more like a bus booth, a small kiosk that sells tickets and you stand outside). They brought me to my new home.
This is driving up to my home, I am about 15 min walking from downtown and 15 from my school, which I can already see will be a great challenge in the winter.
 
 
There are 2 homes, this is my front door, I am in the  casa mica "little house" (photo taken from the main home) 
 
And from the casa mica I am looking at the main house
 

 
 



And yes... this is what it looks like. They said they are building an indoor bathroom, lets all say a little prayer for Sandra's toilet shall we? I will spare you a view of the inside...

 
 
Before I arrived they told the PC they were doing the Casa Mica over, this includes my bedroom which is very very nice
 
 
Outside of my room is the room where,  much to my surprise Mama Maria slept the 2 nights I was there instead of inside her regular house! But.... in my bedroom door there is a huge window so each time Mama went past she looked in. Twice tried to open my door (which I had locked) saying "Sandra...." the first time she didn't seem to like what I was sleeping in (man's t-shirt and shorts) so she insisted I take one of her "babushka" nightgowns. The second time she woke me at 4 am to get to the bus, 15 min away, leaving at 6. I have requested the PC to let her  know I need a curtain but I know she does it because she cares.  Some of us notice there are 2 kinds of host families. There are those that do it for the  money  (which hey... that's fine with me, they need money I'm happy to rent) and there are those special ones that genuinely care - this is what I got, a wonderful woman who is happy to have an  American volunteer in her home to take care of, AND she's trying to learn English words! Very cute. She was all hugs and kisses when I arrived and when I left. I think that for the most part it's usually  a mix of both... yes they need the income and yes, the genuinely care.
 
 
Xorosho, Da?
 
OK now for a reality check....
  
I'm not sure what they mean by a new bathroom being built but this is the one I get for now. I was thrilled when I saw this big tub and stood their confused as she hustled and bustled around me placing that wooden contraption across the tub. I then stood and waited while those 2 tubs appeared. So here is how it goes.... That silver one goes into the tub to stand in. The blue is filled with the water to bathe in. And right there in the front is the cup you can use. The tub you stand in is to prevent the water from going down the drain, as I've mentioned before, they just don't have the kind of plumbing and septic system we're use to. Now the GREAT NEWS is that there is a hot water tank. YES!!! Hot water.
 

 
 
People of Moldova are very proud of their food and feeding their guests, this can be a problem for many, they don't like to take no for answer. And using ya sita (i'm full) or shoot-shoot (just a little) means nothing...
 
When I arrived I had a real feast, so much food and all great. That I don't have a picture of but this is my morning breakfast - I did get out of eating fish stew at 8 am. Speaking of fish... (which we aren't allowed to eat due to water quality - hooray! Because I don't LIKE fish) the night before I went into the main house to brush my teeth and there in the sink was a pile of dead fish. So... where do you spit the toothpaste? .... when you have many fish eyes looking at you do you spit on top of them?? Is that rude? AAHH one of my first Moldovan etiquette problems...
 
 
 
The really great thing about my town is that it is pretty modern downtown with shops where you can buy everything you need (I think!).  And recently for their 200th anniversary they spiffed it up, built new things and fixed up a pretty park that is now a WiFi park. Maria (teacher not mama) took me here for ice cream (there is ice cream everywhere).

Xорошо, Da?
 

 
One of the things I love about Moldova is everywhere you look there is this odd mix of old and new, somehow they work well together
 

 
 
Local Church...
Xорошо Da?
 
 
Maria (teacher) had me over for a wonderful dinner with her family, her husband speaks little English  so with my very shoot-shoot amount of Russian and Bulgarian and his shoot-shoot English we survived for a short time without Maria in the room.  She has a beautiful 5 yr old son and they live with her (or his) parents, which is very common throughout Eastern Europe.  Her boy was very shy but it helped when I pulled out a lollypop and stickers I had brought from home for just this kind of occasion.
 
Maria took me to the school I will be teaching at. Not so different from home, nice size, clean and newly painted each year, the classroom doesn't seem scary yet, but come September it will! I had a short meeting with the director with Maria to translate (guess what her name is? Maria) and she seemed nice.
 
While in town I met with 2 volunteers that are now there, Brendon who presently is an English teacher (at a different school) and leaving in a few weeks, Sylvia, who will be there one more year (thank god!) and Marjorie who is my group and will be there 2 years with me (thank god!).
 
Everywhere you go there are kitties  and kittens...
 
 
Even though Maria and I  just ate, while we were at Brendon's his host mom insisted we eat again (if you look hard you can see her squeezed in the middle). That's Maria in the back.


And Marjorie, my co-volunteer stationed with me who will be actually moving into Brendan's home.


Brendan took us for a walk to this amazing cemetery with a gorgeous view of the valley. It's huge and has many paths to wander. There are mini picnic table throughout for family members of their loved one that is buried there

 
OK enough for today... to sum it all up, I am lucky, especially compared to other placements (they tell us not to compare but how can you not? Especially for Janet and Casey, a great married couple, their strength is about to be REALLY tested).
 
My placement is great but it does come with a few things I will have to adjust to (oh ya did I mention laundry is done by hand all year round). But I knew that coming in.... but I have wonderful people, hot water, shops, other volunteers, hot water... oh, and hot water, did I say that already?
 
I am proud to say I survived a weekend in a Russian/Bulgarian town (and home), and I survived making it back on public transportation when I can't communicate with anyone (thanks to a very nice man who saw me wondering trying to find a bus and didn't speak English, but he did rescue me).
 
The adventure continues.....
 
Thanks everyone for your interest in my life/adventure/Moldova and all your well wishes and support. It means so very much to me.
 
до свидания!