Went well today. Yes, my reputation as a Super-Hero from A-Mer-EE-Ka carried the day. It was difficult though trying to speak Armenian all day long. The English teacher speaks English as well as I speak Armenian. It will be good for her too to be around a native speaker. The kids are so dang cute and they really put on their best for me. I will go out there once a week to work with the English teacher. She'll put together a group and we'll have some fun times.
I arrived at the school around 11am and was deposited in the teacher's lounge. Soon the English teacher came and collected me and I followed her from class to class. The heat throughout the building consists of one poor electric space heater in each room. Everyone wears their coat all day. I was fortunate to be able to sit by the heater to observe the class, but it was meager heat at that. New windows and doors have been installed in the building but other than that the surroundings are grim. Cracks in the walls that have been plastered over, paint chipping and worn away, floors either chipping concrete or unfinished wood. Chipping concrete stairwells with iron railings whose paint has long worn away. (Dang those Ruskies are good architects with an eye for aesthetics.) Very sparse decor on the walls. The teacher chalks and talks. I admire her energy. The book is poor. The 3rd graders were attempting to read a rather complex essay about Christmas. All in all they do amazingly well. One wonders how they manage to keep up their spirits in the face of the devastation around them and the lack of opportunity ahead of them. The human spirit is truly amazing.
These children clearly have different features than the average Armenian. They have come from the neighboring country for the most part. The faces are often more rounded, the hawk nose gone, freckles, blue eyes and blond hair appear more frequently in the crowd.
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Life's been being very "Business as Usual" around here lately. Hard to explain . . . counterparts who don't show up at the office for days, organizations that misappropriate donated funds, a general mindset that sees Americans as Cash Cows . . . . I lost it yesterday. I try to figure out how to just quietly go on doing life the way I do it, trying to change the ruling paradigms one person at at a time, but it's frustrating. I want to just scream sometimes: "Why can't you understand that if you conduct life this way it'll always be like this?" Then other times, like now, I become reflective and realize the forces that have molded this place and these people. So . . . . . . I tell myself, it's all about the children, it's all about the children. I must learn how to confront the culture openly and honestly without rancor.
Vardenis |
Life is challenging here in oh so many ways. Before I came I thought it would be the broken infrastructure and rough living conditions that would push me to the wall . . . .