Kazakh Bluda

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Sunday, February 25, 2007

Today Melissa (NGO volunteer), Sam and I went to a Kazakh gynasium (private school) in the city. These people gave us a tour of the school, had several students there to assist, then the students performed music and dancing for us and then several of the students fed us Kazakh food. All of this on a Sunday, when the school is not in session. I think we were being bribed. And I think I'm okay with that. The dancing is beautiful here- for several moves the girls only move their arms and it looks so graceful and like a complete dance in itself, without moving the body. The school orchestra performed for us. It consisted of eight dombras (the Kazakh national instrument, which is a small guitar type instrument with two strings). One girl sat amidst all the boys- good girl. The food was excellent. There were several things I hadn't tried before that tasted good, and some foods that I had tried before and knew to decline this time around (little hard dry balls made of salted milk-yeah I just couldn't do those again). The teachers all know Russian, but Kazakh is there first language. Hm, yeah, I don't know any of that language... I live in a Russian village. I know enough to be able to differentiate between words, but I don't know what those words mean. I should be better about that and learn more Kazakh since whenever I leave my village and visit the education region center or anything like that, the first question asked is how much Kazakh I know. And I can't really chastise my students about disliking Kazakh when it's their countries langauge if I'm too lazy to learn the language. So far I can only say hello, my name, count a little and say I'm from America and a teacher. Not the great start to a conversation, and I mispronounce most of those.

Yesterday I ended up frustrated with another of the volunteers. There is a discussion club at the library in the city on Saturdays and the volunteer who was to do it decided she didn't want to. She wasn't at her village- she was visiting the city. She wanted to go to a movie instead. Discussion club only meets once a month, and as the hapless volunteer at the library around the time the club should start when the library realized the other volunteer wasn't coming, um, Mary got to come up with questions for discussion in 5 minutes. It actually went okay and was fun. There is a huge difference between the language skills of the students in the city and those in the village (though I did find out something good today with that- they almost have an affirmative action here for the universities. If you're a student from the village, it's slanted so that you're more likely to get into a university over someone from the city if you are both equally qualified so that the kids from the village don't end up completely high and dry). We discussed education since it's all I could come up with questions for on the fly. Almost went south though- I asked if everyone needs to learn Kazakh in school and if that should be the main language of instructions. Most of the Russians were against except for one girl who said both should be taught, and then the one Kazakh guy presented his point that Kazakh should be the language of instruction. One of the more outspoken girls made a snippy remark, and then there was a fight. So much for discussion. But they both cooled down pretty quickly and all was well. Oie.

On Friday it was Men's day. I went to school to teach English club and my 5th graders were in the hallway having a dance party for their science class (the teacher was dancing with them. Nothing like a stern Russian teacher breaking it down..._. I got awesome pictures of them, and then they went and had conversations for home economics sort of thing. The pictures of my boys swaddling a baby are just precious...(muwahahaha) They really make my day here. Even when I'm upset and not in a good mood, I always start smiling when I begin to play with them. They are definitly what makes my job satisfaction go up.

Overall I'm happy and content here. There are some days that are incredibly hard and rough, and I miss my family and friends. But at the same time, I can't imagine myself doing anything else right now (not that as a history major I would be doing all that much, but still). This is where I should be (until the next meltdown with my counterpart, but for today let me have happy moments).

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delz74
delz74 on

US Teacher in Ust Adopting Baby
Hi! My name is Dawn and my husband and I are in Ust adopting a one year old baby boy. I came across your post just by chance and wanted to send you a message. I teach middle school in the US (New Jersey). I would love to chat or get together with you. Boy...it is quite boring here in Ust :) It would even be great if I could observe a class! My e-mail is iluv2teachnj@comcast.net.

libby56
libby56 on

Thinking of you this morning
I woke up thinking about you this morning (which would, of course be 'tonight' to you) and hope you and doing well. When does it begin to thaw there? More like May? When we are sweating in the summer heat you can write about the pleasant breezy days. In their infinite wisdom, the government decided we should switch to daylight savings time a month early this year, meaning that I am having a terrible time getting up in the morning. Or actually, I am getting up, but sitting in a stupor in a chair drinking coffee rather than doing anything productive. I gave up ebay for Lent, so I can't even shop around! The azeleas are about to pop, and the first of several annual old house pilgrimages start this week-end, so I am off to Selma to look at old houses. Miss you!

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