July 24
Yesterday was my last day at Sir Samuel Baker. Though I experienced many frustrations while I was there, I realized when I left how much it meant to me. It really had become a place of community for me. The hardest things about leaving were knowing that it’s a good chance I’ll never see this place again and knowing the likelihood of communication with my partner teacher Christine is unlikely. I could come again next summer but I’m not at a point where I can make that decision yet. As far as communication, email and snail mail are the most likely because phone calls are expensive. Email seems unlikely because Christine rarely (the last time was three months ago) checks her email. It does require traveling into town and paying for internet usage. Snail mail seems the most likely option, but it is such a slow method of communication.
I’ll spend today packing up and doing last minute errands.
The departure plan:
Leave Gulu tomorrow morning. Stop in Kampala for the craft market before arriving in Jinga. Hangout in Jinga.
Sunday, rafting or speed boating on the Nile. Sunday night we had back to Kampala.
Monday morning we leave Uganda. Because of time change. I’ll end up spending the night in New York on Monday night. I’ll arrive in Charlotte at 12 noon on Tuesday – just in time for lunch.
Much Love and See You Soon!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wrapping Up
July 22
Tomorrow is my last day at Sir Samuel Baker. We leave Gulu on Saturday morning. I’ll arrive back in the States on Tuesday. I’ve been wrapping things up here. Today, I planned by last activity. The students are to act out the reasons for the development of new industries in New England. I finished my Teacher Handbook which is a handwritten list of all the activities I planned and a list of suggestions for my partner teacher to keep as a reference. I also finished writing my ‘Share the Love’ letters. Everyone is writing a positive comment/favorite memory about each person in our group and we’re giving them to each other on Friday. I also got together a gift for Christine, which included writing a letter in the journal and putting a picture of us in the picture frame. I also had a trip into the market that was quite exciting. Its fascinating getting clothes tailored just for your body. I love all the various colored prints and fabrics that bombard me during every market trip.
Tomorrow is my last day at Sir Samuel Baker. We leave Gulu on Saturday morning. I’ll arrive back in the States on Tuesday. I’ve been wrapping things up here. Today, I planned by last activity. The students are to act out the reasons for the development of new industries in New England. I finished my Teacher Handbook which is a handwritten list of all the activities I planned and a list of suggestions for my partner teacher to keep as a reference. I also finished writing my ‘Share the Love’ letters. Everyone is writing a positive comment/favorite memory about each person in our group and we’re giving them to each other on Friday. I also got together a gift for Christine, which included writing a letter in the journal and putting a picture of us in the picture frame. I also had a trip into the market that was quite exciting. Its fascinating getting clothes tailored just for your body. I love all the various colored prints and fabrics that bombard me during every market trip.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Responding
I was asked “How do you reconcile the great disparity you see there with what we have here?” I really think this will be a question I’ll really begin to process when I get home and am bombarded with the materialistic/overconsumption cultural that dominates life in the United States. My experience here will shape lifestyle and purchasing choices that I make. Obviously, living here makes me realize that I can get by on so much less than what I use in the States. But, its implementing a living less lifestyle that becomes much more of a challenge.
Coming here as a part of a program with a purpose (teacher exchange) really helps me feel much more positive about my experience. For example, if I were simply a tourist and not being active in empowering those around me, I’m sure the above mentioned concerns would bother me more, but I know that I’m doing something about it (regardless, of the effectiveness of what I’m doing).
It is hard to see the poverty and the effects of war, but I don’t feel depressed or hopeless. I do see hopeful moments and people acting with vision that helps keep me from feeling depressed or hopeless. But more than that is having faith and hoping in spite of what I see or don’t see. And, knowing that I won’t stop being an advocate and seeking to empower (even though I don’t know the shape that will take in the future) is probably what is the most helpful. I can be compassion and I have a life to live out that doesn’t have to be all for me, I can use it to think for others. I know I can’t eliminate all the effects of 23 years of war by the LRA . But, wherever I am and whatever I’m doing I can choose good and I can choose love (in whatever shape that may take).
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My aunt made a comment to me that some teachers in the States focus on EOCs, not student needs, and that lets to a pass-the-test mentality and rote learning would be their game plan. I agree with that in the States. I think here that’s the case because it’s the system and so ingrained in teachers and they don’t know anything different. Also, I think much of it comes from the circumstances of people. For example, for many (and I can’t generalize) teaching is a job, not a passion. This idea is apparent in other aspects of life here. Because of the poverty that exists and the war with the LRA for so long, life has just been about surviving and existing.
Coming here as a part of a program with a purpose (teacher exchange) really helps me feel much more positive about my experience. For example, if I were simply a tourist and not being active in empowering those around me, I’m sure the above mentioned concerns would bother me more, but I know that I’m doing something about it (regardless, of the effectiveness of what I’m doing).
It is hard to see the poverty and the effects of war, but I don’t feel depressed or hopeless. I do see hopeful moments and people acting with vision that helps keep me from feeling depressed or hopeless. But more than that is having faith and hoping in spite of what I see or don’t see. And, knowing that I won’t stop being an advocate and seeking to empower (even though I don’t know the shape that will take in the future) is probably what is the most helpful. I can be compassion and I have a life to live out that doesn’t have to be all for me, I can use it to think for others. I know I can’t eliminate all the effects of 23 years of war by the LRA . But, wherever I am and whatever I’m doing I can choose good and I can choose love (in whatever shape that may take).
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My aunt made a comment to me that some teachers in the States focus on EOCs, not student needs, and that lets to a pass-the-test mentality and rote learning would be their game plan. I agree with that in the States. I think here that’s the case because it’s the system and so ingrained in teachers and they don’t know anything different. Also, I think much of it comes from the circumstances of people. For example, for many (and I can’t generalize) teaching is a job, not a passion. This idea is apparent in other aspects of life here. Because of the poverty that exists and the war with the LRA for so long, life has just been about surviving and existing.
Fort Patiko!
July 18, 2009
Today, we invited our partner teachers and families to join us at Fort Patiko. My teacher was able to join which I was excited that she had the opportunity. I really enjoyed the day. On first glance, Fort Patiko just looks like a bunch of rocks. But, it has interesting history and it is a hiking spot. At Fort Patiko, Arabs traded African slaves. Samuel Baker came there and ended the slave trade. I’d really like to read more about him, esp. because my partner school is named after him. Initially, I had though oh this is just some British explorer and naming the school after him is a remnant of the colonial system in Uganda. Hearing this about Samuel Baker adds an interesting, more positive element to this man whom my school is named after.
Upon arrival, we wandered around and then begin preparing lunch. Lunch was potluck style and though the chicken was gone by the time I went through the line, because I served sweets in the line, it was really good. The guacamole was definitely my favorite. Then, we cleaned up a bit before heading out on a hike, while others took a tour. My past history of hikes in Africa (all from my experience in South Africa) have always included some sketchy aspect or some element that has really added an adventurous aspect to the hike. It never is easy breezy or what I expect. We set out on this hike without a clearly marked path or official tour guide. We were following path, but didn’t know if it was the right one. Then, some local children joined us and essentially became our guides. I was really wondering if we were doing the right thing as we walked through field/garden of corn and cabbage and through the bush (more pathless bush than I’ve done before) as we made our way to the mountain/rock hill. There was no actually hiking going on for most of this hike, it was rock scaling/walking/climbing all over most of the way. At times it was a bit challenging and I’ve got the scraps to prove as much of the time I was on my hands and knees climbing over rock. In the end and at the top, the view was totally worth it. I felt like the way down was easier than the way up. I’m sure a lot at that point was mind over matter, and getting used to balancing without fear and just doing. I love that feeling of accomplishment as well as the great view from on top. Beautiful!
Today, we invited our partner teachers and families to join us at Fort Patiko. My teacher was able to join which I was excited that she had the opportunity. I really enjoyed the day. On first glance, Fort Patiko just looks like a bunch of rocks. But, it has interesting history and it is a hiking spot. At Fort Patiko, Arabs traded African slaves. Samuel Baker came there and ended the slave trade. I’d really like to read more about him, esp. because my partner school is named after him. Initially, I had though oh this is just some British explorer and naming the school after him is a remnant of the colonial system in Uganda. Hearing this about Samuel Baker adds an interesting, more positive element to this man whom my school is named after.
Upon arrival, we wandered around and then begin preparing lunch. Lunch was potluck style and though the chicken was gone by the time I went through the line, because I served sweets in the line, it was really good. The guacamole was definitely my favorite. Then, we cleaned up a bit before heading out on a hike, while others took a tour. My past history of hikes in Africa (all from my experience in South Africa) have always included some sketchy aspect or some element that has really added an adventurous aspect to the hike. It never is easy breezy or what I expect. We set out on this hike without a clearly marked path or official tour guide. We were following path, but didn’t know if it was the right one. Then, some local children joined us and essentially became our guides. I was really wondering if we were doing the right thing as we walked through field/garden of corn and cabbage and through the bush (more pathless bush than I’ve done before) as we made our way to the mountain/rock hill. There was no actually hiking going on for most of this hike, it was rock scaling/walking/climbing all over most of the way. At times it was a bit challenging and I’ve got the scraps to prove as much of the time I was on my hands and knees climbing over rock. In the end and at the top, the view was totally worth it. I felt like the way down was easier than the way up. I’m sure a lot at that point was mind over matter, and getting used to balancing without fear and just doing. I love that feeling of accomplishment as well as the great view from on top. Beautiful!
In Role
On Thursday, Christine and I have three classes. Christine wanted to give the students notes (ie: dictate to them the textbook). That took up much of the classtime, but she allowed me the first part of two periods time to do a review activity. In S2, I had the students create an acrostic for New York. I wouldn’t consider that so successful, because I felt like it ended up being 30 or so of more or less the same words and phrases used. However, in S5 we had a review that turned out awesome. First, we complete a graphic organizer on the types of rocks. The students didn’t have to explain how the types formed which would have made it much more challenging, but it was good for a quick summary. After that, the students were given roles (eight different roles, which made then groups of 4 or 3). For example, road builder, irrigation expert, farmer, worker at hydroelectric power station. As these roles, they had to explain the economic importance of rocks to that particular role or identity. The students worked well in the groups. Then one person from each group presented to the class. They really went into role and elaborated on how rocks impact lives. As soon as one person finished presenting another would come up, I didn’t even have to ask. I was most pleased with how the students “went into role” and how they elaborate on the importance of rocks to that role, making the content more meaningful and relevant. After class, I told Christine that that activity was my favorite activity we have done so far with all of the classes.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
School Happys
After discussing many frustrations I feel with the school system in Northern Uganda, I felt it necessary to discuss some things that I have enjoyed and have made me feel hopeful and good about my experience. I know I haven’t made a dent in the changing the school system of Northern Uganda, but I have developed a relationship with Christine, my partner teacher.
Christine suggested putting students into groups to revise notes and then present their revisions.
I suggested a review game. At first, Christine seemed a bit apprehensive. Once the game was implemented and afterwards, Christine was very positive. She felt like the students enjoyed it and were engaged and she also recognized that she was able to identify what students knew and didn’t know. Even after the game, she addressed and clarified some information that was brought to her attention during the game.
During week five, I asked Christine how she would like to develop the lesson. She responded that we only have a little time left and I should tell her what I think because she wants to learn as much from me as possible before I leave.
Christine suggested putting students into groups to revise notes and then present their revisions.
I suggested a review game. At first, Christine seemed a bit apprehensive. Once the game was implemented and afterwards, Christine was very positive. She felt like the students enjoyed it and were engaged and she also recognized that she was able to identify what students knew and didn’t know. Even after the game, she addressed and clarified some information that was brought to her attention during the game.
During week five, I asked Christine how she would like to develop the lesson. She responded that we only have a little time left and I should tell her what I think because she wants to learn as much from me as possible before I leave.
Local
This weekend on the safari, we stayed at a place called Red Hot Chili’s. It is basically a campground but very much has a hostel feel. It was filled with tourists. I felt like it was the first time on my trip where I had encountered tourists. There aren’t tourists in Gulu. Lonely Planet says there is no reason to visit Gulu. When I was around all those people on the safari all I could think was ugh all these tourist (and their behavior which appears obnoxious in that is always appears self centered an disregarding local culture). I’m aware that that is a huge generalization and not everyone fits that description. In thinking that I was totally considering my self a local. I’m not, but in some ways it feels that way and I definitely consider myself more local and not a tourist.
Also, for various reasons I could not sleep that night at Red Hot Chili’s, and all I could think was I want my bed. In thinking of my bed, I thought of Katharinas.
Also, for various reasons I could not sleep that night at Red Hot Chili’s, and all I could think was I want my bed. In thinking of my bed, I thought of Katharinas.
School
The center of school life for a teacher is the staff room. Our staff room at SSB consists of a few wooden tables, a few wooden chairs and benches. Teachers don’t have their own classrooms, so the staff room becomes teachers home base. It often feels like its just the place to go and sit and little productive happenings. The two busiest times in the staff room are break and lunch. Break is from 10:40 to 11:10. During break fried dough and hot tea is served. The fried dough are like funnel cake squares minus the powdered sugar. The tea is the hot version of southern sweet tea. Imagine what I thought the first time I drank it. I was totally expecting bitter, sugarless, milkless tea and I take this sip and it is syrupy sweet. I can totally handle it being hot. In a way the syrupy-ness is like a bit of home. Lunch consists of posho (a tasteless thick grits-like substance) and beans. Its manageable but altogether not a pleasant eating experience. I have to drink a lot of water to push it all down with. The beans come out in what I can best describe as a 5-gallon bucket. The posho comes out in a metal pail. Intially (the first week and a half), there were only about 5 forks, which meant a few lunches using fingers for utensils. Later, our school ended up with many more forks. I think they must have bought them because we, the American teachers, were there.
The centrality of the staff room to the teachers life is an indicator to a frustration I have with SSB (but other American teachers have expressed at other schools in Gulu) – the lack of student-teacher relationships. It often sounds like a bunch of repetition and administration fluff with I hear it at my home school. But being in a system where it basically doesn’t exists at all really helps me appreciate it and value it. Many teachers here don’t even know their students names. (I recognize that they have more students that I have in the States, but I don’t think that constitutes a legitimate reason) There is little attempt to connect with the student and on the student’s level.
Most teachers in the States are more than familiar with standards and EOCs or some end of course test equivalent. But it in no way compares with the emphasis placed on the government syllabi and end of level exams. Students take an exam at the end of S4 and S6 (similar to tenth and twelfth grade). There is little flexibility, creativity, or critical thinking involved. So much emphasis is placed on simply being prepared for the exams (Read: memorize unmeaningful and irrelevant content). The emphasis isn’t to create a life-long learner, world citizen, critical thinker, or prepared for what comes next person. Did I mention the content isn’t meaningful or relevant and most teachers do not attempt to make it so.
It is so different from what I am used to.
Though there are many frustrations, there are many beauties at SSB. The campus is gorgeous (despite resource lacking classrooms, destroyed buildings, and smelly latrines). In the evenings when I leave students are often out on “the lawn,” as I call it, studying and it reminds me of Wofford and how students often go outside to study. There are eager learners in the classroom and there is a sense of respect for the teacher and the need for an education (in a sense).
The teachers are incredibly friendly and appear appreciative to have the American teachers there. Whereas by most Acholi who I’ve never met but say encounter on the streets I feel like a stared at rarity. Yet, at SSB I feel like I’ve become a part of the teacher community and a normal fixture not a rarity that needs to be stared at there anymore.
Teaching in Uganda is not a well respected profession yet we have so many student teachers at my school and its really cool to see people want to become teachers.
I like my partner teacher and get along well with her. She has the most beautiful laugh when she smiles.
Other frustrations: No practice or review or assessment. There is much that is simply providing information and then assuming students know the information. There is no intentional higher level thinking. Taking/dictating notes separate from students gathering notes from class activities and discussion. Lack of resources.
The centrality of the staff room to the teachers life is an indicator to a frustration I have with SSB (but other American teachers have expressed at other schools in Gulu) – the lack of student-teacher relationships. It often sounds like a bunch of repetition and administration fluff with I hear it at my home school. But being in a system where it basically doesn’t exists at all really helps me appreciate it and value it. Many teachers here don’t even know their students names. (I recognize that they have more students that I have in the States, but I don’t think that constitutes a legitimate reason) There is little attempt to connect with the student and on the student’s level.
Most teachers in the States are more than familiar with standards and EOCs or some end of course test equivalent. But it in no way compares with the emphasis placed on the government syllabi and end of level exams. Students take an exam at the end of S4 and S6 (similar to tenth and twelfth grade). There is little flexibility, creativity, or critical thinking involved. So much emphasis is placed on simply being prepared for the exams (Read: memorize unmeaningful and irrelevant content). The emphasis isn’t to create a life-long learner, world citizen, critical thinker, or prepared for what comes next person. Did I mention the content isn’t meaningful or relevant and most teachers do not attempt to make it so.
It is so different from what I am used to.
Though there are many frustrations, there are many beauties at SSB. The campus is gorgeous (despite resource lacking classrooms, destroyed buildings, and smelly latrines). In the evenings when I leave students are often out on “the lawn,” as I call it, studying and it reminds me of Wofford and how students often go outside to study. There are eager learners in the classroom and there is a sense of respect for the teacher and the need for an education (in a sense).
The teachers are incredibly friendly and appear appreciative to have the American teachers there. Whereas by most Acholi who I’ve never met but say encounter on the streets I feel like a stared at rarity. Yet, at SSB I feel like I’ve become a part of the teacher community and a normal fixture not a rarity that needs to be stared at there anymore.
Teaching in Uganda is not a well respected profession yet we have so many student teachers at my school and its really cool to see people want to become teachers.
I like my partner teacher and get along well with her. She has the most beautiful laugh when she smiles.
Other frustrations: No practice or review or assessment. There is much that is simply providing information and then assuming students know the information. There is no intentional higher level thinking. Taking/dictating notes separate from students gathering notes from class activities and discussion. Lack of resources.
NGOs
If you wander down the streets of Gulu, you are bound to pass by Gulu branches of various NGOs. Years of conflict in the north have prompted such a presence. NGOs fuel this perception of Westerners (or whites) as rich and aid givers. I would say the most obvious negative of NGOs would be aid dependency. Which is paired with creating a lack of creativity and initiative. Its also hard for me to comment on NGOs as a whole generalized bunch, because I really am most familiar with Invisible Children. Let me take a minute to explain some things about IC. IC is one of three NGOs in Gulu that works with secondary schools. Many more work with primary schools. Children here have school fees to pay and many NGOs are pay school fees. IC sponsors a limited amount of students and places each of them with a mentor. IC’s schools for schools program creates infrastructure developments, such as latrines, and classrooms, with money raised for high schools in the States. The teacher exchange also falls under the schools for schools umbrella. (fyi – the other thing IC Gulu does is economic opportunities – such as MEND, previously the bracelet project, and an upcoming cotton growing program) (IC Gulu is different, though directly related to and supported by IC US the media based fundraising non-profit) A few things I like about IC: They are all about sustainability. They have exit plans for when Schools for Schools schools have reached a certain level. The Acholi really seem to have a voice and be participants in the implementation of their programs. They are critical about the work they do and are really open to questioning their work. For example, they are open and honest about things that haven’t worked well in the past .
Quote by ? I'm really not sure
It helps now and then, to step back and take a long view.
The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts,
It is beyond our vision.
We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of the magnificent enterprise that is God’s work.
Nothing we can do is complete, which is a way of saying that the kingdom always lies beyond us.
No statement says all that can be said.
No prayer fully expresses our faith.
No confession brings perfection.
No set of goals and objectives includes everything.
It may be incomplete but it is a beginning step along the way,
An opportunity for the Lord’s grace to enter and do the rest.
We may never see the end results, but that is the difference between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders; ministers, not messiahs.
We are the prophets of a future not our own.
This is what we are about.
We plant the seeds that will one day grow.
We water seeds already planted,
Knowing that they hold future promise.
We lay foundations that need further development.
We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything, and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that.
This enables us to do something and to do it very well.
Amen.
The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts,
It is beyond our vision.
We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of the magnificent enterprise that is God’s work.
Nothing we can do is complete, which is a way of saying that the kingdom always lies beyond us.
No statement says all that can be said.
No prayer fully expresses our faith.
No confession brings perfection.
No set of goals and objectives includes everything.
It may be incomplete but it is a beginning step along the way,
An opportunity for the Lord’s grace to enter and do the rest.
We may never see the end results, but that is the difference between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders; ministers, not messiahs.
We are the prophets of a future not our own.
This is what we are about.
We plant the seeds that will one day grow.
We water seeds already planted,
Knowing that they hold future promise.
We lay foundations that need further development.
We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything, and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that.
This enables us to do something and to do it very well.
Amen.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
A Few Random Things
I mentioned in an earlier post that I ordered some clothes from a tailor here in Gulu. In the market, there is a large tailoring section (meaning continous rows of stalls where tailors keep their fabrics and sew). Many in Gulu are equipped with tailoring skills as it was a common taught skill by NGOs when they helped people returned out of the bush and out of IDP (internally displaced person) camps.
Note: there is an overwhelming presence of NGOs in Gulu. It makes for a fascinating discussion about the positives and negatives of such presence.
On Friday, I was able to visit MEND. An economic opportunity sponsored by Invisible Children. If you've visited IC's website perhaps you've heard of it. MEND is a tailoring facility to create quality bags (messenger and handbags) in quality working conditions. IC has chosen 13 women who were rescued by the UN from living in the bush with the LRA and are now single mothers. Marie, the American designer working with MEND, has a vision to see MEND grow to be a large compound with childcare, healthcare facilities, etc. At MEND each woman tailors the entire bag from start to finish. The largest difference that struck me most as the difference between these women and the tailors in the market, in addition to Marie's compassion as an employer, was how much light filled the working area compare to the dark electricity-less stalls in the market.
Obama was recently in Ghana. I haven't heard any locals talk about it, but his speech was printed in yesterdays national newspaper. One of the American teachers found it in the paper and shared it with the rest of us. It was very encouraging. Check it out if you can.
In my group there are 17 of us. Probably the biggest difference is between the teachers in Gulu and the teachers in the IDP camps. 6 from our group go out to the IDP camps - Pabo and Atanga. They come back to Gulu every weekend, but during the week stay in the camps where there are even less resources (no electricity and no running water) and less things going on than in Gulu. As for the teachers in Gulu, though we are at different schools, we are having a similiar experiences. We all have different teachers and different class schedules so that plays into our experiences, but overall the state of education remains the same and we encounter many of the same frustrations as well as positives of being a partner teacher in Gulu.
Note: there is an overwhelming presence of NGOs in Gulu. It makes for a fascinating discussion about the positives and negatives of such presence.
On Friday, I was able to visit MEND. An economic opportunity sponsored by Invisible Children. If you've visited IC's website perhaps you've heard of it. MEND is a tailoring facility to create quality bags (messenger and handbags) in quality working conditions. IC has chosen 13 women who were rescued by the UN from living in the bush with the LRA and are now single mothers. Marie, the American designer working with MEND, has a vision to see MEND grow to be a large compound with childcare, healthcare facilities, etc. At MEND each woman tailors the entire bag from start to finish. The largest difference that struck me most as the difference between these women and the tailors in the market, in addition to Marie's compassion as an employer, was how much light filled the working area compare to the dark electricity-less stalls in the market.
Obama was recently in Ghana. I haven't heard any locals talk about it, but his speech was printed in yesterdays national newspaper. One of the American teachers found it in the paper and shared it with the rest of us. It was very encouraging. Check it out if you can.
In my group there are 17 of us. Probably the biggest difference is between the teachers in Gulu and the teachers in the IDP camps. 6 from our group go out to the IDP camps - Pabo and Atanga. They come back to Gulu every weekend, but during the week stay in the camps where there are even less resources (no electricity and no running water) and less things going on than in Gulu. As for the teachers in Gulu, though we are at different schools, we are having a similiar experiences. We all have different teachers and different class schedules so that plays into our experiences, but overall the state of education remains the same and we encounter many of the same frustrations as well as positives of being a partner teacher in Gulu.
Safari
This weekend we traveled on the bumpest road I've ever ridden on for three hours to arrive at Murchison Falls National Park. We got to see lots of animals in their natural habitat - hippos, giraffes, elephants, warthogs, water buffalo, and various deer-like things. My favorite part however was our river safari down the Nile. We floated down seeing many hippos and birds along the way ending at Murchison Falls. It was beautiful and and fascinating to be on a river knowing it is so large and siginificant.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
On my way to school
July 8
I had my only class for the day at 8:00 this morning, followed by some planning. Luckily for me, on my ride into school and back from school this sun was behind clouds. It made for a pleasant ride. Usually if its at the end of a long day or if the sun is blazing down and I’m hot, I often think about how I’m enjoying my natural (and only) form of air conditioning.
This morning I made a point to take note of what I see on the drive to school. Before long I won’t be having the lovely drive any longer.
Once out of town, it is all dirt road. By dirt road I mean no gravel, simply dirt. I usually see at least one automobile but rarely, if ever, more than 5. Such vehicles are accompanied by a surrounding cloud of red dust, which makes a thin layer on my clothes and exposed skin. White shirts are pretty much out of the question. In addition to this shade of red. Green is the other shade filling most of my ride. Luscious foliage lines the road – grasses, trees, and often rows of maize. If you simply glance, you may think the plants along the side of the road are dead. Don’t be fooled they are simply covered in a thicker layer of dust than I am. Along the road dotted through this green vegetation are sporadic tethered animals, usually goats but an occasional cow. Though docile when you go by, the longhorns have a threatening air to them. I pass various buildings – non-profits, primary schools, small businesses housed in building fronts or roadside stalls, homes-some mud brick thatched huts, some concrete structures, some complete, some incomplete. That’s all beautiful, but what really gives the drive personality are the people along the way and knowing that this ride I take is their life and their community. Depending on the time of day, school children (primary) travel the road. Women walk along. Many have their babies tied to the backs and/or are carrying a bundle on their head. The boreholes I pass are surrounded by people coming to fetch water with their yellow jerry cans. Before long I am turning into Sir Samuel Baker or arriving back on the potholed asphalted roads of Gulu town.
I had my only class for the day at 8:00 this morning, followed by some planning. Luckily for me, on my ride into school and back from school this sun was behind clouds. It made for a pleasant ride. Usually if its at the end of a long day or if the sun is blazing down and I’m hot, I often think about how I’m enjoying my natural (and only) form of air conditioning.
This morning I made a point to take note of what I see on the drive to school. Before long I won’t be having the lovely drive any longer.
Once out of town, it is all dirt road. By dirt road I mean no gravel, simply dirt. I usually see at least one automobile but rarely, if ever, more than 5. Such vehicles are accompanied by a surrounding cloud of red dust, which makes a thin layer on my clothes and exposed skin. White shirts are pretty much out of the question. In addition to this shade of red. Green is the other shade filling most of my ride. Luscious foliage lines the road – grasses, trees, and often rows of maize. If you simply glance, you may think the plants along the side of the road are dead. Don’t be fooled they are simply covered in a thicker layer of dust than I am. Along the road dotted through this green vegetation are sporadic tethered animals, usually goats but an occasional cow. Though docile when you go by, the longhorns have a threatening air to them. I pass various buildings – non-profits, primary schools, small businesses housed in building fronts or roadside stalls, homes-some mud brick thatched huts, some concrete structures, some complete, some incomplete. That’s all beautiful, but what really gives the drive personality are the people along the way and knowing that this ride I take is their life and their community. Depending on the time of day, school children (primary) travel the road. Women walk along. Many have their babies tied to the backs and/or are carrying a bundle on their head. The boreholes I pass are surrounded by people coming to fetch water with their yellow jerry cans. Before long I am turning into Sir Samuel Baker or arriving back on the potholed asphalted roads of Gulu town.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
MJ
July 7
Currently as I’m writing this we are sitting in our courtyard watching Michael Jackson’s memorial service. How surreal.
This morning I had class. Christine taught as she needed to finish up giving notes on the topic from the week before midterms. I left afterwards as Christine didn’t bring the S5 books with her, so we didn’t plan any. I went back into town before our SSB roundtable at 4:00.
I felt like my day was productive. Not in a change the world kind of way, but in a doing things I wanted to do here kind of way. Ryan, Lindsay, Mandie, and I ate Ethiopian for lunch. It was delicious, cheap, and quick. It makes me want to find and try out some Ethiopian restaurants when I return to the states. After lunch, we went around to do some shopping. We started at One Mango Tree and ordered some ties. We went around to a few other places and I bought some gifts. I realized that I really enjoy buying gifts because its just a small way that I can share this special place that means a lot to me with others who are not able to be here.
Currently as I’m writing this we are sitting in our courtyard watching Michael Jackson’s memorial service. How surreal.
This morning I had class. Christine taught as she needed to finish up giving notes on the topic from the week before midterms. I left afterwards as Christine didn’t bring the S5 books with her, so we didn’t plan any. I went back into town before our SSB roundtable at 4:00.
I felt like my day was productive. Not in a change the world kind of way, but in a doing things I wanted to do here kind of way. Ryan, Lindsay, Mandie, and I ate Ethiopian for lunch. It was delicious, cheap, and quick. It makes me want to find and try out some Ethiopian restaurants when I return to the states. After lunch, we went around to do some shopping. We started at One Mango Tree and ordered some ties. We went around to a few other places and I bought some gifts. I realized that I really enjoy buying gifts because its just a small way that I can share this special place that means a lot to me with others who are not able to be here.
Monday
July 6
Today, I was back to work. It’s really hard to believe that there are only three weeks left, esp. considering my partner teacher and I only meet with each class twice a week. We planned together. And, then we had class. This was my first time really as teacher in the classroom getting to do activities with the students. It was fantastic. It was just fun to engage lots of eager minds. I got to be energetic which I feel like isn’t a common trait displayed in the classroom by my teacher. First, we located Uganda and New York on a world map. We did a KWL on New York. Then, students had to choose A or B – the option that would favor the growth of New York as a port. Students were to get in groups to do this. The idea of groups didn’t work so well, it’s just not something they have an established routine of. In addition, to my lack of explanation of group work. Class ended before getting the chance to write the correct options into their notebooks. I had to spend some time writing the options onto the board. When I returned “home” from school. I stopped at the stationary store after a stop a Café Larem to purchase flipchart paper to already have things prewritten out.
Tonight, Phil and some group 3 girls came over and we watched Dodgeball on a computer.
I started reading The Brothers Karamazov on the trip over. It’s been a slow read so far. I contribute that to the constant stream of things going on around me even when I’m trying to read. Quite time doesn’t exist much when living in a community such as this. It just hard for me to focus when other things are going on and keeping up with the language and plot of a Russian story. We’ve gotten to the trend of sharing books, which I love. Last week, I read Jesus Wants to Save Christians by Rob Bell (Michael’s book). I read it in two days during midterm week when I didn’t have much to do. I also wanted to read though it fast because I knew others also wanted to read it. I picked back up The Brothers Karamazov. Last night, Matt finished The Impenetrable Forest by a former Peace Corp volunteer in Southern Uganda. So far, I’m enjoying it as there are many things I read and can relate to.
Today, I was back to work. It’s really hard to believe that there are only three weeks left, esp. considering my partner teacher and I only meet with each class twice a week. We planned together. And, then we had class. This was my first time really as teacher in the classroom getting to do activities with the students. It was fantastic. It was just fun to engage lots of eager minds. I got to be energetic which I feel like isn’t a common trait displayed in the classroom by my teacher. First, we located Uganda and New York on a world map. We did a KWL on New York. Then, students had to choose A or B – the option that would favor the growth of New York as a port. Students were to get in groups to do this. The idea of groups didn’t work so well, it’s just not something they have an established routine of. In addition, to my lack of explanation of group work. Class ended before getting the chance to write the correct options into their notebooks. I had to spend some time writing the options onto the board. When I returned “home” from school. I stopped at the stationary store after a stop a Café Larem to purchase flipchart paper to already have things prewritten out.
Tonight, Phil and some group 3 girls came over and we watched Dodgeball on a computer.
I started reading The Brothers Karamazov on the trip over. It’s been a slow read so far. I contribute that to the constant stream of things going on around me even when I’m trying to read. Quite time doesn’t exist much when living in a community such as this. It just hard for me to focus when other things are going on and keeping up with the language and plot of a Russian story. We’ve gotten to the trend of sharing books, which I love. Last week, I read Jesus Wants to Save Christians by Rob Bell (Michael’s book). I read it in two days during midterm week when I didn’t have much to do. I also wanted to read though it fast because I knew others also wanted to read it. I picked back up The Brothers Karamazov. Last night, Matt finished The Impenetrable Forest by a former Peace Corp volunteer in Southern Uganda. So far, I’m enjoying it as there are many things I read and can relate to.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Go Big or Go Home!
July 5
Invisible Children hosted a 4th of July Party at Acholi Inn. It was a great time to allow us to be ourselves in the midst of trying to fit into Acholi culture, as well as a times to share our American culture with the Acholi. Teachers were invited and though my teacher didn’t come a few others from our school did. Invisible Children Uganda staff was there as well as some mentors. We had great food including chapti burrito and ground beef patties, chips (French fries), brownies and chocolate chip cookies. Yummy! The dancing began around seven and didn’t stop until everyone left. It was a huge dance party and so much fun. The night was only beginning at that point. After being one of the last ones to leave Acholi Inn, I made my way with a group of others to another 4th of July party at a US government house for this guy who works for the military. No one knows exactly what he does. I think its really likely that it is some kind of covert operation. Anyways, that wasn’t enough so we made our way to Havana, a night/dance club in Gulu. At this point, its worth noting that it was probably around 2:30 in the morning. I felt so sketched out going into this club. At this point it was definitely go big or go home. I was in the mood to hang. After all I had been dancing for like 4 hours at Acholi Inn early so why stop then. I just decided to embrace the moment and soak in experiencing all the different types of Gulu. I had many laughs by the end of the night -- whether it be pink polka dot underwear, hearing Billie Jean five times, “America” (in a really twang accent), or other things. Our group dwindled in size as different people ended up in different places at different times because of finding transportation. In the end, Bill, Catherine, Lisa and I walked home from Havana at 4 in the morning after a full night of dancing, laughter, and celebration, and just being ourselves. It was so strange to see Gulu so empty, lifeless, and quiet. It had this ghost town type of feel. Especially after having such a night.
Today was our first day with the morning off we didn’t have an activity scheduled until 12 noon. So we were able to sleep in more than usual which made last night much more manageable. I had banana pancakes and coffee from Kope Café with some girls in my group. Then we all headed off to the IC house for our Song of Lawino book discussion which was with groups 1 and 3. Followed by a visit from the bead lady. She and others make paper beads into necklaces, a local form of jewelry/art.
Invisible Children hosted a 4th of July Party at Acholi Inn. It was a great time to allow us to be ourselves in the midst of trying to fit into Acholi culture, as well as a times to share our American culture with the Acholi. Teachers were invited and though my teacher didn’t come a few others from our school did. Invisible Children Uganda staff was there as well as some mentors. We had great food including chapti burrito and ground beef patties, chips (French fries), brownies and chocolate chip cookies. Yummy! The dancing began around seven and didn’t stop until everyone left. It was a huge dance party and so much fun. The night was only beginning at that point. After being one of the last ones to leave Acholi Inn, I made my way with a group of others to another 4th of July party at a US government house for this guy who works for the military. No one knows exactly what he does. I think its really likely that it is some kind of covert operation. Anyways, that wasn’t enough so we made our way to Havana, a night/dance club in Gulu. At this point, its worth noting that it was probably around 2:30 in the morning. I felt so sketched out going into this club. At this point it was definitely go big or go home. I was in the mood to hang. After all I had been dancing for like 4 hours at Acholi Inn early so why stop then. I just decided to embrace the moment and soak in experiencing all the different types of Gulu. I had many laughs by the end of the night -- whether it be pink polka dot underwear, hearing Billie Jean five times, “America” (in a really twang accent), or other things. Our group dwindled in size as different people ended up in different places at different times because of finding transportation. In the end, Bill, Catherine, Lisa and I walked home from Havana at 4 in the morning after a full night of dancing, laughter, and celebration, and just being ourselves. It was so strange to see Gulu so empty, lifeless, and quiet. It had this ghost town type of feel. Especially after having such a night.
Today was our first day with the morning off we didn’t have an activity scheduled until 12 noon. So we were able to sleep in more than usual which made last night much more manageable. I had banana pancakes and coffee from Kope Café with some girls in my group. Then we all headed off to the IC house for our Song of Lawino book discussion which was with groups 1 and 3. Followed by a visit from the bead lady. She and others make paper beads into necklaces, a local form of jewelry/art.
Pictures
Me, Kate, Lisa, and Ryan - All the Sir Samuel Baker teachers at the 4th of July party
At the Rhino Sanctuary
My Partner Teacher - ChristineSaturday, July 4, 2009
Happy 4th of July!
July 4
Today was our second day of the conference and was a much better experience than yesterday. I felt like our school group was much more productive. At times the student workshops got a little long but in the end watching their exhibitions was really fun. After conference Lisa, Kate and I went on a “shopping spree.” It was also my first fabric buying and tailor experience in the market. I am getting a pair of wide-leg brown pants made. I have lots of ideas of things to get made at the market. Now, it’s just a matter of finding fabric I like and getting the stuff made. Good thing I still have three weeks left. But, that also means we are half way through. Unbelievable. Some days seem slow, but overall time is flying by.
Today was our second day of the conference and was a much better experience than yesterday. I felt like our school group was much more productive. At times the student workshops got a little long but in the end watching their exhibitions was really fun. After conference Lisa, Kate and I went on a “shopping spree.” It was also my first fabric buying and tailor experience in the market. I am getting a pair of wide-leg brown pants made. I have lots of ideas of things to get made at the market. Now, it’s just a matter of finding fabric I like and getting the stuff made. Good thing I still have three weeks left. But, that also means we are half way through. Unbelievable. Some days seem slow, but overall time is flying by.
Hello!
Friday, July 3
Our hotel has a new pet a kitten. Though we keep our doors shut as a result, I’m very pleased that at least one mouse has been eaten.
Thursday morning we gave a midterm, but 45 minutes late because the secretary didn’t show up to provide my teacher with the printed exams. My teacher ended up writing the exam on the board, so that the students wouldn’t have to wait around any longer. Afterwards, I marked (graded) the rest of the objective (multiple choice) questions from S2. Before leaving, I joined in our a faculty Scrabble game. I was really excited about getting invited in. As the game progressed a few of the experienced players who weren’t playing began to gather around and watch. Before I know it my turn has come and I have put down a 10 point word, which I am quite content with (esp. considering that I don’t play games to win, just for the fun of playing). Then, the guy standing behind me totally takes my word away and rearranges it to earn my a 12 pt word instead. At that point, I’m like do I stand up and assert my right to play and let them know that I am content with my original word or do I just let them play over me. I decide to keep playing without letting my original word stay and joke around with them about it. Then, on the next round they change my word again but get me like 30 pts. At that point, there’s no stopping them. They are ridiculously intense about this game and all about earning the highest point value regardless of whose turn or whose playing. It’s almost as if its less about winning and more about earning really high scores. I ended up being 2nd place but only because they played most of my words. It was fun break from the usual monotony and cabin fever of the staff room.
Thursday afternoon activities included: Computer time at Café Larem. Samosas from Rose’s for lunch. Buying food in the market for Catherine with Lindsay. What an experience it’s the busy place loaded with noise, movement, color, sounds, and flies. I fell like I can’t open my mouth when I’m in there because I’ll get a mouthful of flies. Then the guys teaching at Atanga (and IDP camp) returned for the weekend. Ryan, Bill, Kate and I went to Larem for Bill to check his email and I got a chocolate chip cookie with vanilla ice cream. Delicious. Then, we headed to Da Pub to relax. We randomly ran into to other people while we were there – Catherine and Hero (Amy’s daughter who is visiting), Amy, Tom (a teacher from our school). Later, Kevin joined us. Dinner was a Katharines. Following dinner we made a brief stop a KSP (a rooftop bar in Gulu) for Amy’s birthday before heading to Bamboo for trivia night. When we arrived at Bamboo it wasn’t nearly as many people as usual (perhaps because the owner just picked up and left and no one knows why) so I anticipated it being a slow evening. I ended up having a really good time. There was plenty of entertainment. Some from other group memers. John created a mixed cd which created a bit of dance party. Then, the was attack of the white ants, which are these flying ants with large white wings. That come in swarms. At one point I heard only twice a year, but I also heard after large rains. Anyways, you can’t eat these bugs without the wings, but I did not do that nor do I plan to. You just couldn’t escape them. They really were everywhere.
Our activity for today was the first day of the teaching and learning conference. At times it felt like a bore. I’m sure that was due to the fact that last night we had gone out to Bamboo and were tired and irritable from that. Hopefully, it was much more meaningful for the Uganda teachers. They expressed energy and seemed to take advantage of having a forum to talk at, which I’m assuming doesn’t happen much for them. I was fine until after lunch and then I got really tired and felt totally done for the day. Also, at the end was a time for discussion but the step up of the room didn’t allow for a discussion friendly work environment. We were there from 9 to 4. Now, I’m back at the hotel and we’ve gotten plenty of things planned for the rest of the weekend.
Much Love!
Our hotel has a new pet a kitten. Though we keep our doors shut as a result, I’m very pleased that at least one mouse has been eaten.
Thursday morning we gave a midterm, but 45 minutes late because the secretary didn’t show up to provide my teacher with the printed exams. My teacher ended up writing the exam on the board, so that the students wouldn’t have to wait around any longer. Afterwards, I marked (graded) the rest of the objective (multiple choice) questions from S2. Before leaving, I joined in our a faculty Scrabble game. I was really excited about getting invited in. As the game progressed a few of the experienced players who weren’t playing began to gather around and watch. Before I know it my turn has come and I have put down a 10 point word, which I am quite content with (esp. considering that I don’t play games to win, just for the fun of playing). Then, the guy standing behind me totally takes my word away and rearranges it to earn my a 12 pt word instead. At that point, I’m like do I stand up and assert my right to play and let them know that I am content with my original word or do I just let them play over me. I decide to keep playing without letting my original word stay and joke around with them about it. Then, on the next round they change my word again but get me like 30 pts. At that point, there’s no stopping them. They are ridiculously intense about this game and all about earning the highest point value regardless of whose turn or whose playing. It’s almost as if its less about winning and more about earning really high scores. I ended up being 2nd place but only because they played most of my words. It was fun break from the usual monotony and cabin fever of the staff room.
Thursday afternoon activities included: Computer time at Café Larem. Samosas from Rose’s for lunch. Buying food in the market for Catherine with Lindsay. What an experience it’s the busy place loaded with noise, movement, color, sounds, and flies. I fell like I can’t open my mouth when I’m in there because I’ll get a mouthful of flies. Then the guys teaching at Atanga (and IDP camp) returned for the weekend. Ryan, Bill, Kate and I went to Larem for Bill to check his email and I got a chocolate chip cookie with vanilla ice cream. Delicious. Then, we headed to Da Pub to relax. We randomly ran into to other people while we were there – Catherine and Hero (Amy’s daughter who is visiting), Amy, Tom (a teacher from our school). Later, Kevin joined us. Dinner was a Katharines. Following dinner we made a brief stop a KSP (a rooftop bar in Gulu) for Amy’s birthday before heading to Bamboo for trivia night. When we arrived at Bamboo it wasn’t nearly as many people as usual (perhaps because the owner just picked up and left and no one knows why) so I anticipated it being a slow evening. I ended up having a really good time. There was plenty of entertainment. Some from other group memers. John created a mixed cd which created a bit of dance party. Then, the was attack of the white ants, which are these flying ants with large white wings. That come in swarms. At one point I heard only twice a year, but I also heard after large rains. Anyways, you can’t eat these bugs without the wings, but I did not do that nor do I plan to. You just couldn’t escape them. They really were everywhere.
Our activity for today was the first day of the teaching and learning conference. At times it felt like a bore. I’m sure that was due to the fact that last night we had gone out to Bamboo and were tired and irritable from that. Hopefully, it was much more meaningful for the Uganda teachers. They expressed energy and seemed to take advantage of having a forum to talk at, which I’m assuming doesn’t happen much for them. I was fine until after lunch and then I got really tired and felt totally done for the day. Also, at the end was a time for discussion but the step up of the room didn’t allow for a discussion friendly work environment. We were there from 9 to 4. Now, I’m back at the hotel and we’ve gotten plenty of things planned for the rest of the weekend.
Much Love!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Midterms
Tuesday, June 30
So the past few days have been a bit slower than usual. Yet, my definition of slow would would probably still be faster than a regular pace on “African” time. The main reason why is that this week is midterm week. Meaning that there is no class time. Midterms are scheduled all week. For me, the only time I need to be at school this week is when the classes of my partner teacher have midterms scheduled. For most of us at SSB that means 1 or 2 times this week. (or when we have a roundtable or when I’ve scheduled time to mark/grade and plan together.) Monday I showed up expecting to proctor an exam at 3:00 pm. I arrived to learn that because the exam was printed and ready it was given that morning. Though I didn’t have to proctor an exam that afternoon I was sent home with a stack of papers to grade. For all of those who pride yourselves in being organized and scheduled this place would absolutely rock your world.
We had our roundtable meeting this afternoon, which is a meeting between all of the American teachers and their partner teachers at SSB and a facilitator (usually Catherine or Amy, but today it was Sasha). The main purpose was to brainstorm and prepare for our presentation at the conference this weekend. I felt like our teachers had some valuable ideas to share and I really enjoyed getting to learn more about the school. However, we’re still not ready for this weekend.
Tonight, we opted to take a break from Katharines, our provided supper source. We all agreed that a break from Acholi food would be nice. We went to eat at Boma, a more Western and more nice restaurant than most in Gulu. The majority of us ordered steak. It was very good as well as satisfying. I thought the meal would be the highlight for the night. But, the walk home is definitely up there. First note, that we are walking home in a big group and at night. There’s definitely a way home that I knew because it is the same as our boda ride home from school. Yet, there is this dirt road that Matt, a previous participant, insists is a shortcut home. Being a past participant we follow along without much hesitation. We arrive to this village/slum of Gulu and realize that we really need to go straight which involves walking though. Picture a large group of muzungu with headlamps and flashlights, which no one in Gulu use, walking through these narrow paths between shelters in the village. At one point we walk through the dump, which includes a foot path well trodden out, so we’re all giggling at the hilarity of the moment all the while I’m really wondering if we’re totally lost and drawing a ridiculous amount of attention to ourselves and not in a good way. Thanks to Wendy, another previous participant, we were able to make our way through and into town.
So the past few days have been a bit slower than usual. Yet, my definition of slow would would probably still be faster than a regular pace on “African” time. The main reason why is that this week is midterm week. Meaning that there is no class time. Midterms are scheduled all week. For me, the only time I need to be at school this week is when the classes of my partner teacher have midterms scheduled. For most of us at SSB that means 1 or 2 times this week. (or when we have a roundtable or when I’ve scheduled time to mark/grade and plan together.) Monday I showed up expecting to proctor an exam at 3:00 pm. I arrived to learn that because the exam was printed and ready it was given that morning. Though I didn’t have to proctor an exam that afternoon I was sent home with a stack of papers to grade. For all of those who pride yourselves in being organized and scheduled this place would absolutely rock your world.
We had our roundtable meeting this afternoon, which is a meeting between all of the American teachers and their partner teachers at SSB and a facilitator (usually Catherine or Amy, but today it was Sasha). The main purpose was to brainstorm and prepare for our presentation at the conference this weekend. I felt like our teachers had some valuable ideas to share and I really enjoyed getting to learn more about the school. However, we’re still not ready for this weekend.
Tonight, we opted to take a break from Katharines, our provided supper source. We all agreed that a break from Acholi food would be nice. We went to eat at Boma, a more Western and more nice restaurant than most in Gulu. The majority of us ordered steak. It was very good as well as satisfying. I thought the meal would be the highlight for the night. But, the walk home is definitely up there. First note, that we are walking home in a big group and at night. There’s definitely a way home that I knew because it is the same as our boda ride home from school. Yet, there is this dirt road that Matt, a previous participant, insists is a shortcut home. Being a past participant we follow along without much hesitation. We arrive to this village/slum of Gulu and realize that we really need to go straight which involves walking though. Picture a large group of muzungu with headlamps and flashlights, which no one in Gulu use, walking through these narrow paths between shelters in the village. At one point we walk through the dump, which includes a foot path well trodden out, so we’re all giggling at the hilarity of the moment all the while I’m really wondering if we’re totally lost and drawing a ridiculous amount of attention to ourselves and not in a good way. Thanks to Wendy, another previous participant, we were able to make our way through and into town.
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