Friday, November 13, 2015

Red Starbucks Cups Versus Famine... It's All About Perspective

I am lucky enough to have places in town that show BBC and CNN. The nice hotel with wi-fi where I spend a lot of my time during the week will (sometimes) turn it on and occasionally the teachers in my teachers lounge will decide to tune into the news instead of the normal loop of Tirgrinya music and Amharic soap operas. That being said, most of my news these days and learning what is happening in the world tends to come from my Facebook news feed. That means that normally the only things I’m learning about are just what my friends find important, and as much as I love them, they generally aren’t well informed.
            I can’t always catch up on what is happening around the world and in the US in terms of politics, religion, and social issues through FB and when I do, it’s normally through a poorly researched status or a very opinionated article share. I don’t claim to be any better about what I post, but I do shy away from anything too controversial or opinionated. I believe those conversations are much better had when you don’t have the option to shy away from your words behind a keyboard with no interpretation of the body or voice of the other person. Generally the “news” I learn about through my newsfeed is much more fluffy and pop culture, rather than in depth news stories.
            In the past week my news feed has been completely taken up by articles shared by my friends and family about these red Starbucks cups. Now anyone that knows me knows how much I love Starbucks and how excited I get when it’s red cup season. Last year my Aunt Karen and Uncle Ernie even sent me some as a joke in my Christmas package last year (shout out to y’all!). However, I am completely stumped as to why this is an issue at all. I am a Christian, I attended church regularly (well, tried to) at home and I have my religious views. I celebrate Christmas, do all the “Christmas-y” things including attending church services, and my list of pageant characters I played is pages long.
I am aware though that not everyone holds the same beliefs I do, and that is what makes both America and the world as a whole so much more interesting. I love learning about new cultures, religions, and beliefs and celebrating those who look at the world in a different way. The holidays in America are a great reflection of just how diverse our world and country is. I understand wanting to celebrate a holiday that has become so engrained in the holiday spirit, even if not in the religious sense, but in the culture sense. You can’t go places without Christmas, because it has become such a part of mainstream America. On the other hand, I understand wanting to keep the holidays as a time to reflect on the past year, but keeping in mind that not everyone celebrates Christmas and believes in the same things.
There are people who hold strong beliefs and are willing to hurt people to share their opinions on both sides of aisle. You have the religious people who want to celebrate Christmas and then you have the people who want Christmas banned completely. I think, like most issues, there is a compromise that can be reached and if people were just willing to work together and walk a mile in another person’s shoes, the issue would be solved. However, like we all know- compromise is not many people’s strong suit, and especially on something as personal as religion, even less so.
So back to the Starbucks cup “issue”. What’s the big deal? Either way, no one is going to be satisfied. Again, all I know of what is going on is my brothers synopsis for me on FaceTime and the titles of the articles I have scanned through while scrolling through my newsfeed (no, I have not actually read any of the articles, I have just seen the titles). I doubt Starbucks thought, “Let’s see how we can piss a ton of people off. Let’s change the design of our cups and call it a war on Christmas”. Who knows, that might have been their aim, I can’t read their minds. But I think they were just trying to be culturally sensitive and please the other side of the people who are claiming Starbucks is promoting Christmas. Both sides are crazy and over doing it. Whatever your beliefs are, I think the idea of hope, love, snow, and everything else during the holidays is something that all religions and beliefs have in common. I have absolutely no care in the world on this subject and I think both sides need to take a chill pill and realize that there are bigger issues out there.
Which brings me to the country I have called home for more than a year. I know there are a lot of things going on in the world, including natural disasters, an immigrant crisis, and a lot of insane world leaders. In Ethiopia there is currently a famine. Not a famine like the one in the 90’s that everyone tends to think of. But it is one of the highest famine rates in the world currently. The most recent number is 8.2 million people in need of food aid. I’m not talking about poor people who are living less than you are, I’m talking about people who are barely surviving on even less than they already had.
I don’t know the exact details of this I’m sad to say, but I do want you to pause reading this for a minute and think about that number… 8.2 MILLION PEOPLE. That’s a really big number, and it’s scary to think that I live in a country where circumstances are that bad. It is not really affecting where I live, it’s mostly in some of the other regions that were already having issues, but it’s still happening.
There are lots of bad things that happen every day, including in America. There are people who are dying from natural and unnatural causes and there is still sickness and unhappiness. Yeah, a really nice thought. But this holiday season there is always happiness, love, and hope as well. That’s what I love about the holidays- it gives people a new chance to give to the people around them. I went with my dad and brother a few years to serve Thanksgiving lunch to the homeless and it made me feel so much better about helping others, and made me more thankful for my own Thanksgiving dinner when I did have it.
I promise I’m not going to try and guilt you. I’m not going to send you pictures of the famine over here and ask you to donate money with sad music in the background. I’m not going to tell you to get over your own problems. I hate when people use the “there are people starving in Africa, so stop worrying about yourself” saying because I still think mostly about myself, and I believe we do have the right to complain about whatever it is, even though worse things are happening. If you are having a hard time of it, you should get to feel sorry for yourself (just don’t go too far), because everyone has a different level of frustration and just because someone else is suffering doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.
However, after all of that—there is something to be said for remembering perspective. Why is the Starbucks cup thing such a big deal? A company who used to make things a little bit Christmas-y to make money decided to change one thing to make it more inclusive and they are still making money. To everyone who is worried about Starbucks and the business decisions they make, I ask you to use your time and thoughts and worry about a problem that’s much bigger than a cup and more about human lives. Whether it’s the famine in Ethiopia, a civil war, an immigrant crisis, or a flood in Pakistan, I challenge you to educate yourself about an issue in your own back yard or across the globe.
The holiday season for me has always been about more than carols, candy canes, presents, the birth of Jesus, or luminarias. From Thanksgiving to New Years I loved the feeling of warmth, love, hope, and joy. For me, the holidays represent something that can’t be wrapped in a bow. It’s about acceptance, friendship, family, forgiveness, and remembering how much your own life means. That may sound cheesy, but it’s true. As this holiday season rolls around I challenge you to forget about the red Starbucks cups and all of the junk that comes with a commercial Christmas. I challenge you to think about those less fortunate than yourself, whether it be a down and out friend or family member, a story from a state away, or a crisis on the other side of the globe. If you are a religious person I ask you to pray for them, if you aren’t I ask that you keep them in your thoughts.

As you wake up every morning and go about your day and life, even on your hard days, I hope you realize how lucky you are. Again, I’m not asking you to feel bad for those who are suffering and I’m not trying to guilt trip anybody. But, I do want you to remember how sometimes perspective is all you need. So smile because you are breathing, think about those who need help, and then be willing to help them in any way you can, no matter how small. Forget those Starbucks cups, be aware of the 8.2 million Ethiopians in famine, and be grateful for everything you have in your life in the weeks and months to come.

Monday, October 26, 2015

The Rollercoaster Week of Teaching

Anyone who has attempted to teach another human being anything can attest to how difficult a task it can be. Even if you don’t hold the formal title of teacher, and even if you do not hold a paycheck from the profession, it can be a challenging and frustrating thing, especially when your student is not willing to learn what you are demonstrating for them. Even one thing can ruin a day when it comes to teaching someone else, but when you are responsible for more than one lesson or student, the emotions attached with teaching become even more amplified- both the good and the bad. There are many times that teaching makes you want to give up and throw in the towel, let the students fend for themselves. But those times are matched by the happiness of success on the part of your student, and by association, yourself.
Teachers weeks are counted by morning bells (or flag ceremonies), periods attended, lessons taught, students praised, students reprimanded, voices heard, hands raised, sentences written, exercise books checked, and smiles collected (among many others). Teachers measure success differently than other professions. In other jobs, numbers are what matter. That’s still true with teachers. How our students show on tests and on paper is what the school cares about. Our measurement goes deeper than that though, our measurement goes into how our students use the knowledge we gave them, it goes into their confidence and ability to treat others with respect, and it goes into their future and their outlook on the rest of their life.
The fact that we hold such a big part of these kids lives in our hands means that as a teacher we have more emotions invested in our day-to-day doings than other jobs may have. Amplify being in a foreign country and different environment for my emotions to run high every day. I regularly describe my Peace Corps service with a couple of different nouns, adventure if it’s been a good few days, journey if it’s had it’s ups and downs, rollercoaster if it’s had more downs than ups, and learning experience if it’s been mostly down. This week in class reminded me not only of how tough being both a teacher and a volunteer can be, but also how rewarding and amazing it can be.


Luckily, it started off rough and ended on a high note. I have always struggled with classroom management and consistency, even in the states. When I was student teaching, the biggest critique I got from my observer and my master teacher was that I needed to be more consistent with my praise and punishment. We had a system in place, but I was never very good at spreading that out evenly. I did improve throughout the year, but it’s still (and probably always will be) my biggest struggle in the classroom. Coming to Ethiopia, that’s also been the toughest challenge in teaching. I could get away with being lax when I had 20 students in a class and a clear discipline system in the classroom and school. With 70 students and no sense of order, it’s been more of a challenge.
I had a hard time last year with how to handle talking, cheating, phones, copying for other classes, and sleeping in class (yes, these are all major problems). I gave my classes rules, tried to enforce them, and follow through. But I didn’t do the best job, and I fully acknowledge that. I was looking forward this year to starting over with a new group of students, taking what I learned from last year, and improving my classroom management, but then I showed up the first day to find out I was teaching my same students- I was following them to 10th grade.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my students and I’m excited to see how they will grow in the next year. But I was also terrified- don’t even get me started on the National Exam, I was thinking just daily routines and how much we all slacked off them at the end of last year. Sure enough, I showed up the first day with my students still acting as rough as they did at the end of last year, because I hadn’t gotten control when I should have.
One of my students was a troublemaker last year, and after he lied to my face multiple times about having a cell phone in class I gave up trying to deal with it in my own class, and I turned him into the office. Turns out I was not the first teacher to have a problem with him, and my Vice Director almost kicked him out of school. He told me to choose whether to give him one more chance or not. This is of course not a position I envy anyone with, but I decided to give him one more chance. He drove me and the other teacher’s crazy, but I would rather have him in school than sitting outside it. He walked into my class this year with the same air of not really caring. However, he started answering questions and participating. I was excited that maybe he realized how valuable education can be.
On Tuesday his class was awful. They were talking the entire class and didn’t even try to participate. I got really upset and I was on the verge of tears. I yelled at them, and they got silent. Most didn’t know what I was saying, but they could tell I was upset and decided to listen. He was in the back of the class with his hand over his ear. I knew he was listening to music, and I was already riled up. I went back and luckily he didn’t argue, he just gave me the phone and earbuds because he remembered what happened last year. He thought I would just give it back to him at the end of class, like I did last year. But this time I took it with me when I left class and went to see the Vice Director. Turns out it was another student’s phone, he was borrowing it. They both followed me out, begging for it to be given back to them with the promise of “Sorry, teacher” (the Ethiopian students have perfected this saying).
Wednesday I had my other not paying attention because they were all doing homework (a crossword puzzle) for Biology. I took textbooks and exercise books, but they somehow all continued to not pay attention to English. When I got upset with their class, they all said the same thing “Sorry, teacher” with puppy dog eyes that would have made me melt the first week, but by now just drive me crazy. I taught my lesson to the few students who were actually paying attention, which are the ones who generally already have a command of the language.
I was felling really down with these 2 days. Between kids not paying attention, not caring that I’m upset, and just not caring about school I was beginning to wonder why I came to school every day. I have even told them before that I am here to try to teach them, why should I come to teach them if they don’t want to be taught. The kids who understand me look so guilty, and I feel bad after I say things like that, but in the heat of the moment I am not always the calmest person. I was realizing how difficult this job can be and how un thanked it can be.
However (this is the up part of the rollercoaster), Thursday was an incredible day that reminded me why in fact those hard days are worth it. The troublemaker class still wasn’t the best, but a few kids participated. I was doing a lesson on verb conjugations. We were going over present, past, future, present perfect, and present perfect continuous. My kids have seen these all before and know how to conjugate them, but we were doing a review lesson with filling in a chart after talking about when each one is used. A boring grammar lesson that this year will be filled with.
I started a new participation system this week to try to get more than the like 5 kids up front to answer questions. I want everyone participating, even if they get the answer completely wrong. I gave every student a piece of paper where they wrote their name and their section. They keep it and bring it to class every day. When they answer a question, read a sentence, or participate in another way, I take their cards home and record them. I then bring them back the next day. This might sound silly, but it’s worked really well this week. The students like handing me their cards and knowing they are actually being recognized for their work in class. They are used to only having the “gobez” kids answer, so I’m forcing them to try.
My section T-13 on Thursday blew me away. Every single kid participated in class that day. It was review and grammar, not the hardest of things (they love grammar). It wasn’t truly testing their English skills, but the fact that even the kids who never talk in class were able answer how to conjugate the verbs I put up on the board made me smile the biggest goofy smile I have had since coming to country.
In my next class I didn’t have as many students participate, but I did have a few who don’t normally talk in class. A few of my less gobez students, who try but don’t normally get things right, were getting them more right than some of the gobez students who are normally the confident ones. There was a group of 3 girls in the back who are gobez but normally don’t participate, I just see their smarts on tests. They answered every single conjugation correctly. I could feel a shift in the room as the kids who are used to always being right and called on were over shadowed for possibly the first time by the rest of their class. I want every student to feel confident and participate, but it was a nice change to see other students realizing their potential.
I am not sure if this participation system will hold up the whole year. I don’t know how I will make a full semester of participation into 5% of their final grade. I don’t know how long they will be able to keep their slips of paper without losing or tearing them (a lot have already had to ask me for a 2nd one and some are already tearing—no such thing as lamination here, sadly). But, the idea that more students are taking action to answer questions and pay attention in class through positive reinforcement is really exciting to me.
We have flag ceremony in the mornings, and I stand to the side while they walk into the school compound to their lines in front of the flag. I continue to stand there as they pass to go to their classes. I let them drag desks and talk before I come into start class (they end flag ceremony about 10 minutes before class starts). I will be with other teachers sometimes and they never get acknowledged or at least their names are not said. However, when my students walk by they all say “Hi Ms. Kelsey” or at least “Hi”. I even get talked to by students not in my classes, ones I have never seen before. That makes me feel great, that I am close enough to my students to have them talk to me as more than a teacher. I know it’s because I am the firenji, but that sense of connection that my fellow teachers don’t necessarily have with them makes me happy that I care enough about them that they care about me as well.
So that was my roller coaster of a teaching week. I started off on the ground with poorly behaved students, frustrating classes, and bad lessons. I ended on a high note with participation, excitement, and the realization that my students are learning something from me. It might be boring verb conjugations, but they remember from my last lesson on the subject, all wanted to answer questions, and I saw many of them grow in their self confidence, in one day.

I might have extreme difficulties and frustrations with everything over here. My anger may be amplified, and I may have a hard time dealing with classroom management. I have students who drive me crazy and are the reason I want to drink a beer after a hard teaching day. I may have those moments where I want to give up, change careers, move back home and just sit in my bed all day. But then I have those days where I realize it’s all worth it. Where I smile from ear to ear because a student who has never gotten an answer right suddenly answers 6 in a row right. I have those days where every single kid in a class of 50 (we are still getting all kids to school) gives an answer, where the girls who don’t like to answer before the boys are suddenly the ones whose hands shoot up to get to the answer first. That confidence and ability, that moment when my students realize who they are and who they can be, that moment when I’m greeted as more than the crazy firenji teacher, the moment when my classroom becomes an inspiration. That’s why I teach.


Thursday, October 15, 2015

International Day of the Girl #dayofthegirl #IDG2015














Sunday Girls Program: Girl Declaration and I Am A Strong Woman
I held a girls program on International Day of the Girl at my preparatory school for 9th and 10th grade girls. I was worried girls wouldn’t come, because I only announced it in the opposite shift at flag ceremony and in my classes, and that it was only after the first week of school. I was pleasantly surprised to find that 20 girls ended up coming to the school compound after church to join in my lesson on female empowerment.
As I wrote up the Girl Declaration on the chalk board, the girls wrote lists of the issues they think girls face the most in Ethiopia. They then discussed in groups and one girl from each group got up to share. Although the groups generally were the same, it was interesting to see what social issues they thought their gender faces. The most common ones that were repeated by multiple groups were female genital mutilation, abduction, under age marriage, and the thinking that girls are unequal to boys. Other issues mentioned by groups were too many chores/ work at home, the idea that girls should not learn and are only the property of men, over all prejudice and country policies, and the lack of female participation in school and the government.
I then explained what the Girl Declaration is and how it was created. The Girl Declaration is a statement written by girls, for girls and women from all over the world. I had them write and color the Girl Declaration in their own style. It took a demonstration of using different colors and styles of writing for them to understand this was supposed to be fun and show their own personalities and thoughts, they didn’t have to just copy it like notes in a classroom.
My Counterpart (who is a male) then translated and explained the Girl Declaration in Tigrinia so that the girls would understand what they were writing. I handed out copies of the English and Amharic Girl Declarations as well so that each girl would be able to remember exactly how powerful of a girl she is at home.
I then handed out “I pledge…” cards and they each wrote and then shared (in Tigrinia) their pledge to help gender equality in Ethiopia. I wrote, “I pledge to not let men tell me what to do” as an example. All of the girls wrote about their future and how they plan to help women in the future. Some of the answers were:
-    To continue her schooling and become a doctor
-    To become a lawyer to help more girls get into law
-    To go to school to get a degree in business and open up her own store
-    To become a doctor and open up a hospital for women that are discriminated against
-    To help women by opening up a non-profit to help underprivileged women and to help against discrimination
-    To educate her family about female issues and girls empowerment
-    To become an artist and help women become stronger
-    To become an engineer
-    To become a teacher to help other girls learn
I was impressed with the amount of girls that talked about wanting to help the underprivileged and discriminated against, not just women but all people, by opening their own businesses and non-profits. Many times when you ask people in Ethiopia what they want to be they all say doctors or engineers because they assume that’s what makes the most money and is the most professional, but other jobs are needed and can help empower females in a more direct way. I was happy to hear that all wanted to continue their schooling and graduate from college. I sincerely hope they all get that opportunity.
We then stood outside and I asked them again to name some of the biggest challenges facing Ethiopian women. They named early marriage, abduction, that their job is to work in the home, societies belief that girls are born to serve boys, lack of participation of females in development, family planning and child mortality, that girls are considered slaves of men, discrimination in the classroom, and sexual harassment. I had a difficult time getting the girls to speak up, I think in part because even though I allowed them to speak in Tigrinia, my counterpart was a man. He is a progressive man who doesn’t necessarily share a view similar to others, but he is still a male figure.
I wrote the challenges they mentioned on a piñata that I had made this past week. I then explained that we were going to break the piñata to symbolize breaking apart those challenges and showing the challenges that as females, we are stronger than them. I had a few of the girls share why they are a strong woman. One of the girls I took this past summer to Camp GLOW shared the same answer she shared during camp about helping her community and being nice to people, but then if they are rude or mean to her she will become tough and crush them (her words). One girl said she would continue her schooling and participate in class. Another girl shared she will educate her family and friends and she wants to participate in development and government to help bring equality for all girls.
After they shared their thoughts and why they are strong women, we hit the piñata with each girl getting one swing. It worked out perfectly and every girl got to hit it once with it breaking with the last girl.
I had coordinated and talked with a female teacher who is in charge of the gender things at school, however there turned out to be a teacher meeting at the same time my program was supposed to be, so it ended up just being my counterpart and I (he works at a different school). Although it was a little difficult to run the session with a male there and I could tell the girls were a little uncomfortable at first, they became more comfortable once they realized they were allowed to speak and write Tigrinia and that they could really share what they felt.
It was fun for me to watch these 20 girls participate and understand how strong and powerful they really are. They took initiative to come to this program about girls and gender, and have a drive to educate their families and community about gender equality. It is heartbreaking to hear them describe the problems they face in their own country. I know these problems exist, and I hear about them in statistics and movies, but to hear that abduction, early marriage, and FGM are problems they or their friends face is something I will never get over.
I strongly believe that females are the key to fixing many of the problems in the world, and I am so grateful to have this opportunity to hopefully influence these girls and boys to understand just how important gender equality is. I limited the activity to females today only because I wanted the girls to be comfortable sharing and participating, and because I wanted them to truly bask in and understand the Girl Declaration. It’s a powerful statement about being a female.
Seeing a girl smile, know that she can be who she wants to be, and finding herself and her strength is something I will always find touching. Getting to help girls find their own power is what drives me to continue to teach both boys and girls, and what I find most rewarding. Girls here and around the world face extreme prejudice, hardships beyond compare, and discrimination- they are told they are less than boys, and the challenges they face are great. Nothing will change over night, but with girls who believe they can change the world and with boys willing to help them, then the society they live in and the world as a whole can in fact change for the better so females are in fact looked at and treated as equals to men, like they should be.



Monday English Class: Find Your GLOW
I teach 3 sections of 10th grade, and decided to use the activity Find Your GLOW as a review of descriptions and adjectives to connect last year and this year (idea taken from Jessie Sexton, a fellow G11 volunteer). I planned my lesson around the idea that we would do a whole group lesson review on adjectives and then split up to individually draw and write.
I first reviewed what a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb were on the board and had my students give me examples. We then talked more about adjectives and I had them give me adjectives to describe a person. In my first class I was basically giving them adjectives, but in my other 2 classes they were the ones giving me suggestions. In my second class of the day before I even began listing them, she asked if she could describe me and started listing off adjectives. We talked about how adjectives can describe something physical or something in your personality or how you act.
We then talked about what opposites are, and I had them give me the opposites of the words already on the board. In my second class of the day one of my gobez girls told me the Tigrinia word for opposite and wrote it in fidel on my hand, so I was able to impress my last class with my “knowledge”, even though I showed them that another student had told me, they were very excited I tried Tigrinia and fidel.
I drew a picture of myself quickly on the board next to the sentence structures for “I am _____________, ________________, and _____________.” “I am not _____________, ______________, and _______________.” “I am good at ___________________, _______________, and ______________.” I then filled in the blanks with “I am tall, smart, and loud. I am not short, dumb, and quiet. I am good at reading, teaching, and cooking.” The students had a good time laughing at the fact I drew myself on the board, because they don’t get much artistic freedom in their other classes. I handed out pieces of colored paper I cut from Peace Corps materials, and I instructed them to draw a picture of themselves, as well as to write 3 sentences about themselves.
As they completed their task individually I wrote on the board: “Some of the things you like about yourself, some of the things you are good at doing, some of the times you feel good about yourself” as well as “Self-esteem: The voices in your head that tell you that you are important, that you matter despite what anyone says. You can choose the words you want to describe yourself and make sure they are positive. We call this finding our glow.”
The students tried to turn in their papers at the end, because they are used to me collecting papers from last year, when they did assignments like these so I would give them a grade. I explained in part English and part Tigrinia (broken in both) that they got to take these home for themselves to remind them of their strengths and what they are, and to always think of themselves in a positive way.
Although this wasn’t the exact “Find Your Glow” activity from the Girl Hub activity book, I tried to tie it into English grammar review so my students would remember what we did last year, as well as build their own self-confidence. It didn’t work super well in one of my classes because most all the students copied exactly what I wrote on the board, or didn’t understand the activity. One of my classes got a little better hang of it, and by my last class all the students were writing their own sentences and drawing very intricate drawings of themselves.
I did this activity to show my students that although they may not be able to change how they look or how they act, they can pick which adjectives they think of themselves as. One of the girls in my class is a larger girl and I know she is very self-consciece of it. Other kids tease her about her weight and although she will laugh along when they say something, I can see in her face she doesn’t actually find it funny. Every time that happened last year I would kick out the kid that teased her about it. I was interested to see how she would draw herself and describe herself. She didn’t put anything about her weight, instead she wrote about being nice, smart, and clever. I was very proud of her for not identifying her weight as something she defines herself as.
This also gave me a chance to see who was able to write their own sentences and who just copied mine. I left my example on the board, which might have been a bad idea because a lot of the kids just copied mine, but many of my students did put their own adjectives, some who I didn’t know if they would be able to or not (last year they always copied). It felt good to see my students finally understanding creative thinking, and describing themselves instead of copying everything I write.
Another bonus: in all of my classes the people who answered the most were girls. Although I have a few boys answer, most in my classes are girls. I’m not sure whether it is because I am girl teacher and they feel more comfortable with me, whether I give them more opportunities, or whether the girls in my classes are just “more gobez”. For whatever reason though, it gives me hope that if we just give girls the opportunity to speak up in class and give them an equal chance to show their abilities and potential that they will become equal to boys in education and in many problems probably dominate.
This activity was designed to bring up students self-confidence and teach them that they have the power to change how they think about themselves. I don’t know if I achieved that, because it was an English heavy lesson plan originally and many of my students still don’t have that English level, but I hope by bringing it into their comfort zone of grammar knowledge and also letting them be creative in drawing, that they were able to understand the basic concept of thinking better of themselves and not letting others affect how they think about themselves. This was an activity designed to lift up both boys and girls and show them that they all have strengths.



Tuesday English Class: “Smart Economics” and “Girls Rising”
Since it was my birthday, I decided I wanted to do one final activity to empower girls for International Day of the Girl, and I wanted it to be fun for my students and myself. It didn’t work as well as I was hoping, because even with my little speakers I brought from the US that I hooked up to my computer, with even just 50 high school students in a class, the volume turned all the way up still doesn’t over power their voices.
I began by explaining we would be watching 2 videos, 1 in Amharic about girls in Ethiopia, and 1 about girls from around the world. I let them watch the “Smart Economics” video about girls providing for the economy in Ethiopia. I did not lead a discussion about that one- I just let them think on the facts presented.
Then I told them we were going to watch stories of 2 girls from around the world from the movie “Girl Rising”. I picked Yasmeen from Egypt and Asmera from Ethiopia. I picked them because I thought they most resembled the issues facing these girls sitting in my classroom and the most I could influence the boys in. Before I began to play the movie I told my students to listen and watch for the challenges the girls faced and what happened to them.
We watched the Egypt part, although it was difficult because the sound only went up so much and much of that story is spoken in Arabic. I retold the story and what happened to her after her story was completely done. It was also difficult for my students to understand what part of the story was “real” and what was “her imagination” because it is told by actors and animation. The fight scene got the boys attention, but otherwise it was hard to keep all their attention because it was pretty dark and quiet and not all in English or a language spoken in Ethiopia.
I repeated the fact that 50% of all sexual assault victims are under the age of 15 that was spoken in the movie, and that the girl in the story was 13 and was to be married to a man who was older than 40. Then I read out the other facts as they came on the screen in between stories. Through all of my classes the boys sat in the back (they always do in class, with my girls filling the front rows) and goofed off, so I stood by the back wall for most of the movie. I wanted to make sure the boys knew this was to educate them as well, because change has to come from both genders.
I then continued to play the movie and had them watch Asmera, which is the story of the girl from Ethiopia. Even though she was from Ethiopia, they didn’t really catch her story or problems. The biggest issue I found was that the kids in the back started talking because they couldn’t hear or see and the students in the front lost their attention by the end of it. Even though I taught the first 3 sections of the day, they were still already restless. I have definitely learned that for media to work in the classroom in Ethiopia I need to find a way to put the video on a bigger screen and make it louder. I retold the story as it was happening, so my students would know what was happening with Asmera, as most couldn’t hear or see.
I then wrote up some other facts about sexual assault and child marriage given from the film after the Ethiopia story was done, “14 million girls under 18 will be married this year”, “#1 cause of death of girls 15-18 is childbirth.”
Finally I asked my classes what challenges the girls in the films faced. In my first class they didn’t know, so I helped them along by writing “sexual assault and child marriage” under Egypt and “child marriage and almost pulling out of school” under Ethiopia. In my second class one of my girls answered and talked about child marriage and how girls have so many chores at home they can not always go to school and how they are not given the same opportunity to go to school. This was the same girl who asked me while we were watching “Girl Rising” whether Asmera was in school and whether she would continue to go to school (this was right when it started).
In my third class I did not get a chance to ask my students what their answer was, because the bell rang for the next period to start. I did however realize I wasn’t going to finish, and so I wrote the answers from the previous classes up on the board.
In each of my classes I wrote a sentence for the boys to copy in their exercise books and say out loud, and a sentence for the girls to copy in their exercise books and say out loud. I wrote “Boys: I pledge to never hurt a woman.” and “Girls: I pledge to always stand up for myself.” I did not get the chance to really discuss the problems in the video because the parts and set up took longer than expected, but it was a chance to expose my students of all genders to some of the problems facing girls around the world.
I am not entirely sure how successful the lesson was. Between the sound being so low, the video being dark and on a small screen, my students’ low level of English compared to the film, and the short time to contemplate and discuss the issues at hand, I believe it could have gone much better, but I do think they gained at least something from being exposed to the film. I want to show the film again on a weekend, with a different machine and with time to watch the whole thing and talk about it after.
It was interesting to see my students’ reactions to the film and the facts that I posted on the board. My girls had this look on their faces like they knew all about this. I would be curious to know if any of the girls in my classes have in fact been sexually assaulted before, or if they have family or friends who have. Statistically it is likely, but I of course didn’t ask that. A few of the girls had looks like they have been exposed to this sort of thing, but my protective self is crossing my fingers that they haven’t.
The boys were the difficulty for me in this lesson, because I wanted to open a discussion up about violence against women and how they can grow up and not be like the man who assaulted the girl in Egypt. However, with such a short time, a language barrier, and their attention not really there, it was difficult to bring that up. I did have them write that they pledge not to hurt women in the exercise books. I’m hoping that this short 40 minute day at least put the seed in their head that they have the power to not hurt women, and to in fact challenge all men to do the same.
Luckily Asmera’s story ended on a bit of a happy note. For now, she is still attending school and has the support of her brother and mother. I think that was a good thing to end on, because it shows that even though there are problems, if you have the support of men and your family and you want to continue your education, you can overcome. I believe that my female students will continue their education, for they have already beaten many of the odds (they are coming to school in 10th grade). I would be interested to see which of my girls and boys pass their National Exam this year and continue onto secondary school and finally university. I hope with my influence it will be many.

My students in many ways have already beaten the odds shown in “Girl Rising”. They are attending school, my girls tend to sit in the front of the class and answer questions in English, my boys know it’s not right to hit a girl, and all of my students respect me. I’m hoping my influence on them will stick throughout their life and that they will use what lessons they learned from me to turn around and change their families, communities, country, and the world. Girls around the world need help from girls and boys to become equal, and I hope my students are the ones willing to make that change.


Birthday Celebrations

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Kelsey
Happy Birthday to you



As I sit in my room in Ethiopia approaching my 24th birthday I have time to reflect on my 24 years of life, how I have spent birthdays in the past, how I am spending it this year, and how I will spend them in the future. As I discovered last year, birthdays are celebrated and held to different standards in different countries and cultures. In America birthdays tend to be a very big deal, with parties varying by type as people grow older, however the parties don’t decrease. In Ethiopia though, birthdays are really only celebrated for children, with adults birthdays passing by as they grow another year older.

Last year I celebrated my 23rd birthday away from my family and friends for the first time ever, and it surprisingly was not as difficult as I thought it would be. My site mate Lauren made sure I got pizza for dinner, and then we met up with some Peace Corps workers who were around Tigray for site installation meetings. I got to open birthday care packages from my parents, which was pretty much better than opening gifts at home, and my land family made me a buna ceremony with the best kind of bread.

This year I am not sure how I will celebrate on my actual day, but I am meeting friends in Axum for shakla tibs and beer over the weekend. I am planning on teaching a female empowerment lesson using Beyonce’s “Run the World (Girls)” song in my classes on my actual birthday, in a late celebration of International Girls Day. I also have packages that arrived just in time for my birthday so I can open those like presents as well. I think Ally is coming in (she has to fly to Addis the next day for medical things for Peace Corps) and so we will probably eat dinner out, and then drink wine and watch a chick-flick at my house.
Birthdays symbolize a new beginning. Although it’s not “the new year”, it can be a fresh start to your life. People tend to measure life in 2 forms, the calendar year and then the year you have been on earth. Both are the same length of time, just marked on different days. Each year holds special meaning, and each can be measured with good and bad times. Birthdays are those placeholders to remind you how you have gotten to where you are today.

I have had some pretty memorable birthdays celebrated with friends and family. I might not always remember what I did or what gifts I received, but I will always remember the love I felt from the people that surround me, whether I am close to them geographically or whether we are far away. Facebook and their birthday reminders for our friends list help make me feel appreciated and loved, even if it is someone just writing “Happy Birthday” on my wall because they see it’s my birthday in the corner. I’m awful with remembering birthdays and can only remember my immediate families, Lynda’s, and Carson’s. All the other birthdays of my friends and family I have to look up (sorry everyone!). But I guarantee everyone else is the same way with me, and I’m ok with that.

I may be spending my birthday alone for another year (on the actual day), but I know that my friends and family are thinking of me and sending me love and good wishes even though they are across the world. That’s the great thing about birthdays: at least for one day, you are the most important person. You are always the most important person in your own life, but for a day you become more the center. I’m not saying become spoiled and ask to be the center of the universe, but you have the chance to become a more important person in someone else’s life because you are in their thoughts a little bit more.
I am the person I am today because of my friends, family, and the memories and lessons they have given me. I have reflected on those a lot this past year (well, a little more than that) and I have come to appreciate even more just how special these people in my life are. They have given me memories and moments that I can look back on fondly while here, especially on my hardest days. Birthdays are some of those moments I look on with the most love and laughter.

Birthdays are also the times to reflect on your past year and how you have grown as a person. I have grown so much the past year- I could not even begin to write everything down. Everything that has happened to me, every moment that’s surreal to think I’m actually living the life I am, and every lesson I have learned (both good and bad), has shaped my 23rd year. I might not remember exactly every moment in a few years, but I will be able to reflect on future birthdays on how much I experienced when I was 23 and how cool of a life I got to live for that year.

My 24th year should be quite an adventure. I’m teaching 10th grade for a year in Ethiopia, I will hopefully travel around Ethiopia, I will hopefully get into graduate school and start attending that, and I will finish my Peace Corps service. My 25th birthday will be celebrated somewhere in America, hopefully surrounded by new friends and with love and well wishes from friends and family all over the world. Some people complain about getting older, but I think it’s a blessing many people don’t get to have, and I embrace every moment of it.
That’s the great thing about birthdays: You get to feel loved and appreciated, you get to reflect on your past year and how you can improve for the next year, and you get to experience a blessing denied to many. Birthdays should be celebrated, if even just for the sheer joy of realizing how blessed you truly are.


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Musings during MSC

I have this habit of finding lessons learned in every experience and moment. I started this when I realized it was easier to try and list lessons that I learned, even when it seemed there were none, then trying to find light of a situation when there is none. Since coming to Peace Corps I have been placed in many moments when I just have to remember that every situation has a lesson to be learned, even when they may seem impossible to see at the time. Then there are bits when lessons seem to just appear and there are too many to count. Trainings are those bits for me. Trainings are fabulous, because it gives my group a chance to come together and not only brainstorm and discuss what we have gone through and where we are going next, but more of just a chance to chill and hang out with potentially the only people who will ever understand what crazy, emotional journey you are on. After getting back to site I was able to reflect on the past week at MSC and I drew some conclusions about my service, my group, and myself half way through our service. Here are the Top 5 that I came up with (in no particular order):


Struggles are in many ways unique, but there is also a shared union that is almost never identified unless put together.

I came to MSC with a bit of a grudge towards my community. Not that my first year was bad by any means, but I was struggling with how to feel truly a part of it. I felt like I had done a good job on integrating for myself, however I also saw how other volunteers were integrating and working, and I felt like a failure at many points. Should I blame myself for not starting programs, or an outside source? I think it’s a shared blame in many respects, but it’s easier to push that on someone else instead of taking control of your own life. It’s much easier for me to put blame on my Director for not giving me a classroom for my club than it is for me to push myself to take control and find a space for it, instead I did a lot of giving up and shrinking back to my comfort zone my first year.
That is just my professional struggle in the classroom, putting blame on the school system, the tests, the grading, the other teachers, or the students. In many ways there is a reasoning there, but I came to MSC with a sense that I was the only one dealing with these problems. This doesn’t even address the issues I deal with socially and culturally such as harassment and being a white woman in this society. I came to MSC with a bit of a chip on my shoulder, only having heard stories from my close friends of their struggles. I came wanting to know what everyone else was dealing with at site.
I know it’s dangerous to compare services, but I was curious to see what others stories consisted of. What I discovered during our formal sharing sessions and our informal eating and drinking sessions is that in many ways all our experiences are common. Most girls have dealt with the same harassment I have, to differing degrees. Most guys have all dealt the same “macho male” stereotype they then have to break. All the people in my group have struggled with classroom management, inefficiency of clubs, and how to balance what we were sent here to do with what is humanly possible.
We held a gender fishbowl to discuss gender issues at our sites and when I sat there and listened to my fellow volunteers I realized just how unique each of our situations are, yet how similar they are to what others in other countries experience. I can not say I have had the exact situation on the street or in the teachers lounge as a fellow G11 volunteer, but I can sympathize more than someone serving in a different country or someone back home. It’s crazy how similar yet different experiences can be, and how we interact with them.
            Because I am geographically close to only a few volunteers and unless I make a conscious effort to talk to someone, there is a chance I will not interact with many of the volunteers in my group until COS conference in another 9 months. That is the same span of time between IST and MSC. This means that I probably won’t interact with more struggles of my fellow group members until we are almost done. Our experience as a whole group is a big puzzle with each person holding a piece of the puzzle. It can move and change with people and numbers, but it continues to stay a whole puzzle. Each of us has a unique experience with different struggles and triumphs, but they all fit in a way that only the other puzzle pieces quite get.

Peace Corps service can be summed up in elevator speech anecdotes that range from side splitting hilarious to grab a tissue sad.

I realized this a little while I was visiting home this past summer, but it really came to be noticed during MSC week. While I was home people would ask me about my service and I had to give them short little anecdotes about my time a year in. However, many of my stories fell flat because no matter how much I might find them hilarious or sad, with no cultural context they are just words coming out of someone’s mouth.
We had a session during MSC called “Introduction to 3rd Goal” which is sharing Ethiopian culture with Americans. This was basically a chance to get up and share a funny or inspirational story about your service. It was a light-hearted hour and a half session where I got to sit and hear stories from my fellow volunteers about their year so far. I understand that it’s almost impossible to pick 1 story to tell. How do you explain all the weird, quirky, annoying, sad things that happen every day in our lives? How do you pick 1 or 2 stories that show your life at site every day when there are probably 11 or 12?
During lunch and dinner you sit together and discuss the day or the night, but those stories almost always come back to site and the random little happenings because that’s been your life for a year and you finally have a chance to tell them to someone other than your best friend that has heard them a million times already. Especially sitting with people you don’t normally sit next to or talk to gives you a chance to hear and laugh and sympathize with other stories. Sometimes they are so similar to yours, and other times you can’t even imagine how that occurred. Then it’s your turn, and you get to dazzle the table with a 2-minute story of getting gorshed, a wedding, or almost getting run over by an ox.
Your stories might not always be funny or quirky, they could be a story of struggle or anger or sadness, because our service is full of those as well. You may choose not to share those to anyone other than family or friends, or not at all. It’s much easier to get through laughter than tears, but those stories do exist and sometimes the anecdotes are the easiest and most painless to get through. It’s good to start practicing those stories at MSC, even with a year left before going back stateside, so you know how to tell the stories your life is made of without having them fall flat with friends and family.

It’s your choice whether to look back with pessimism or look forward with optimism.

As I already mentioned, everyone in my group had struggles this first year. I don’t even think the most optimistic and happy person came in without feeling defeated in some part of their service. Whether it’s just feeling like it’s been a long time, to getting sick, to missing home, to feeling like you failed your students, school, or neighborhood, or something more serious with harassment or safety. I came in feeling defeated in many ways and after hearing people in my groups success stories I felt even more defeated. I couldn’t even start an English club and there are people with 4 clubs going every week, how do I feel good about my service so far with that on my plate?
But then after discussing the past year and the next year, I realized that in many ways I’m at a better place emotionally than some of my fellow volunteers. Although I have had struggles, I am willing and ready to move past them and I’m using my past year as a chance to really grow and change for my next year in service. This is the difference between some of my fellow group members and myself. We came into country with 69 people and because of various reasons we came to MSC with 50. I hope that number sticks to COS conference, but I’m very aware it won’t.
I have never seriously considered going home and ET’ing. I have had days that have been a struggle enough for me to consider it for a brief moment, but every time I do, I sleep on it, talk it out, cry it out, and then realize that I’m gaining things from being here that outweigh the easiness of going home. This journey isn’t for everyone, and if you are struggling to the point where you are unhappy every day, then I think it is admirable to leave. We were talking about why people stay when they are suffering and a lot of people talked about pride. I understand that completely, but I also think your mental and physical health needs to come first.
For me, my physical and mental health is not in the balance serving here. I have my difficult days, but I am also loving my service. I have so many random elevator moments and anecdotes that make up for the hardships I face. I wrote a letter to myself during PST that we opened during MSC and I wrote “I look to the future with a cup of optimism and a spoonful of realism”, and I think that’s so true. I am looking forward to my next year with optimism and what projects I want to do, along with some realism of what I can actually do. However, I refuse to look back on my service with pessimism, only the reminder of lessons I have learned to help me on my next year.

Being the guinea pig group is more work for you, but the following groups will benefit greatly.

Much of this week was reflection on what we have learned the past year in the classroom and what would have been helpful for ourselves. G11 was the pilot program, or as we call ourselves the guinea pigs of this PELLE program in Ethiopia. Basically meaning they threw us into training and teaching with no real idea of how it would work. The Peace Corps Education team did an incredible job with what they were given, but with absolutely no feedback it was impossible to design trainings and materials until they got feedback. We are that feedback.
This meant that many of our sessions were not developing ideas and materials for our own group, but they are giving our successes and failures to the education team to give to the groups that follow. There were quite a few times during sessions where I think we all felt a little used and annoyed. I mean, we went through the struggles of having not much, why can’t the other groups do the same thing? But then we realized how much better the program would be and how much more we could help other students and teachers by giving them our materials and helping develop the program through our own experiences.
Many of the sessions were gathering material goods as well as ideas and improvements. They heard our complaints about Peace Corps and Ethiopia and they took our suggestions about what we thought could be improved. The Education team then asked us to provide a range of sources that could be used for future groups. That means that most of what we developed and built on this week won’t be used for us. We are a year in and only have 1 more teaching school year. We won’t benefit directly from what we gave this week. But, we left knowing that we are an invaluable asset to Peace Corps Ethiopia and the Education team, because we gave them our knowledge and experiences to start building the program to an even better place.

Appreciation when given is the most powerful motivator.

            Appreciation is something that isn’t given or shown enough. When you are alone at site, you might hear appreciation from people in your community, but rarely from fellow volunteers. You might from your friends that you talk to all the time, or sporadically from a random volunteer who has a good heart. But overall, your service might go unnoticed, or at least that’s how you feel. We have an incredible Education Program team that works so hard and their work often goes unnoticed. When we are having difficulties we tend to take it out on them, even though they don’t deserve it. Sometimes our appreciation of them as people and workers goes unaccounted for, so it’s nice to come together and give them a round of applause and thank them in person for working so hard for us everyday, even when we don’t show them how much it means to us.
            The last day of MSC we did an appreciation showing activity where half of us sat in chairs in a circle and closed our eyes, the other half stood on the outside. Our Program Director would read a sentence such as “This person makes me laugh” or “This person is always there for me” and the people on the outside would walk around the circle. When you got to a person who that sentence applied to you touched that person on the shoulder. I was sitting down first and was pleasantly surprised and touched to receive so many shoulder touches. I was half expecting that everyone touched everyone and that maybe I wasn’t that special, but when I was the one doing the touching I didn’t in fact touch everyone. I did want to show my appreciation to those that have helped me through, but I didn’t touch their shoulder if I didn’t think it applied to them. It was good that their eyes were closed so that it was completely anonymous.
            This is such a simple activity and one that I didn’t think would mean that much, but I realized that it actually really touched me. I think as volunteers we lose some of that human connection when we don’t have it for so long. American and Ethiopian cultures show appreciation in different ways, and so when you are away from the American appreciation for so long, it begins to take a toll. Every person is doing great work, but unless you are told that and how great of a person you are, then you might begin to lose that drive and motivation you came in with.

            I don’t know who touched me on the shoulder for those words of encouragement, and I don’t know exactly whose lives I have touched for the better, but I do know that I came back to site realizing how appreciated I am. I don’t talk to most of my group, and we don’t hang out altogether even when we are altogether, but I think we have a deep appreciation for everyone else, even if we don’t show it. I might not agree or get along with each and every volunteer. But like the puzzle pieces of struggle, we make up our group and we understand each other more than anyone else. I might not talk to a lot of these people when we get back to the US, but we have a bond that is stronger than most anyone else. And our appreciation for each other and the staff is something that’s always there, if not always shown.