tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86153608382167437512024-02-20T04:07:01.025-05:00Adventures in UgandaTwo years as a Peace Corps VolunteerUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-39075297444497764992011-07-08T19:44:00.000-04:002011-07-08T19:44:08.573-04:00Home!After short visits with friends in Lebanon and the UK, I am back on US soil. It's really good to be home, and I'm looking forward to grad school in the fall. But it was also really hard to leave Kisiki. I know I can stay in touch, but it's not the same. There's so much I'm missing out on now. District athletics and music competitions. The start of a school weather station. The reading room really getting under way. Students preparing for their national exams. Daily life moving forward bit by bit. <br />
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But, I life moves on, and so I'm back home. I'll be relaxing into US living for 3 weeks in DC. My brother's home, and so we'll actually have some quality family time. A few good books, a city full of museums, and a lot of emails to catch up on will keep me just busy enough until I move to Boulder and start the next adventure.<br />
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I won't be posting here anymore, but (hopefully) you all have my email and can drop my a line whenever. Thank you to everyone who's supported me through all of this. I know some of my fellow PCVs who've had to struggle with family and friends who did not understand why one would ever leave the luxurious developed world to spend two years so far from home. I've been so lucky to have friends and family who see value in Peace Corps and have encouraged me to pursue my dreams, whatever they are. Thank you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-91668332699724843122011-05-31T15:46:00.003-04:002011-05-31T15:55:10.022-04:00PS 2 and a year's catching upAfter almost a year of not posting, what gets me back here? I couldn't resist sharing that I spent the evening playing PS 2 with my neighbors. For the first time in my life I was the 'expert' at a video game! <br />
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It's been a while, to say the least. I certainly can't make up for all nonexistent posts, but here's a synopsis:<br />
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August - my holiday plans were turned upside down when the ministry moved our holiday up a week and shortened it from 4 weeks to only 2 weeks. Thankfully, I was still able to climb Mt <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/MtElgon">Elgon</a>, shiver for the first time in Uganda and see some strange but awesome <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/FlowersOnMtElgon">plants</a>. Even though it was short, just being back above tree line was such a release of stress and worries, it was a good break from the norm.<br />
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September - back to the grindstone. By now I was really regretting my decision to take on so many lessons. Enough so that I admitted defeat and traded a class. Not that it decreased my class time, but at least it decreased the number of lesson plans I had to come up with each week.<br />
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Despite all the teaching, I figured it was smart to pile on more work. I filled any free time with field trips (mathematics seminar and <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/Entebbe">Entebbe Zoo/Airport</a>) and a new reading room where students could come to read (they came in such numbers that I wrote a grant and we're now finishing up a beautiful new library extension - thank you US government and Kisiki College!).<br />
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My senior 6 (grade 12) students were starting to get frantic about their upcoming exam in November and I tried to give them the extra attention they wanted and needed but ended up too busy to help enough.<br />
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By sheer determination, many sleepless nights, a few terrible classes, and a lot of missed communications with family and friends (both Ugandan and American), I made it to December, marked my last exam and headed off for the long holiday (2 months!).<br />
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The first week was spent in a surreal Uganda/not Uganda camp playing games, talking about serious issues (HIV/AIDS, sex, friendship, self-esteem) with a group of 150 Ugandan girls in the first ever Camp GLOW - Uganda. GLOW (Girls Leading Our World) was put together by a group of amazing ladies (also PCVs) modeled on the other Camp GLOWs around the world. It was an incredible week, and I was awed by what a small group of people could accomplish.<br />
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Camp GLOW had barely ended when I was on a plane back to the states for Christmas (yay! home!). It was oddly not odd to come back and my biggest shocks were seeing people get into the wrong sides of cars and walk on the wrong side of streets. A week in CO with friends, a week in CA with family and at week in DC at home was hectic, busy and wonderful.<br />
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Coming back to Uganda in January I arrived just in time for our Close of Service (COS) conference, a bitter-sweet reunion of our group which had arrived 32 strong on 14th February, 2009. With only 20 members still in-country the conference felt empty. <br />
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If you're wondering about the 12; 2 left our first day in country (it just wasn't right), 3 left for medical reasons , 2 for family emergencies (very sick parents), 1 for economic reasons (we did leave at the beginning of the recession) with his wife following 8 months later, and 3 for personal reasons. <br />
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During first term I was in and out of school as I helped with the training of the newest group of PCVs. It was a great experience; training others to teach, talking about Uganda, remembering American culture. I am glad I did it, but was really challenged to work closely with good friends often frustrating situations. <br />
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All the traveling kept me away from school much more than I would've liked. I missed 4+ weeks of the first term, which only has 12 weeks to begin with. After the stressful 3rd term last year where I was not at all social, followed by a long holiday, I had a lot of friendships that had been badly neglected. So, these last few months I have not been teaching, but focusing on re-entering my school community and regaining some of my own mental sanity. On some level it's been successful, but it'd be hard to argue for my ever truly being sane.<br />
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Even with the travelling, I was able to be around for some fun activities during first term:<br />
- Emma's <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/EmmaSIntroduction">introduction </a>(kinda like a wedding) <br />
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Over the holiday I took a short vacation with the other teachers to Mombasa and Nairobi. It was a whirlwind tour, but a nice bonding experience. <br />
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Now 2nd term has started up and we're all back to work. Except for me, who's not teaching. Except, I'm pretty incapable of not doing any work, so I've been working on things here and there as they come up:<br />
- Girls' football! We went to nationals in Mbale in May and got 14th out of 46 teams! The coach is now trying to set up a girls' football academy in our district and I'm excited to hear how it goes. <br />
- Computer lessons with teachers - these have been on and off, but are going well. Mostly.<br />
- The new <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/KisikiReadingRoom">reading room</a>. We've finally gotten all the books organized and on shelves. The walls are starting to look bright with all the notices students and I have put up. One student has already finished a book and written a book report, and I'm only hoping as hard as I can that others will follow. <br />
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With only 3 weeks left in Uganda, it's finally starting to hit me that I'm leaving soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-4505044117623595792010-07-24T12:59:00.000-04:002010-07-24T12:59:39.737-04:00PhotosThis is turning into a photoblog. I promise some substance once the term is over and things calm down.<br />
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Scouting trip: http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/ScoutCampingTrip<br />
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Biology Tour of Entebbe: http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/Entebbe<br />
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We had visitors from the UK and some of the hostel girls came over to help us make the house look nice: http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/GirlsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-90125411137130330642010-06-29T01:30:00.001-04:002010-06-29T15:41:49.130-04:00More PhotosI'm on a roll.<br /><br />Eveline's Graduation: http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/EvelineSGraduation<br /><br />Interhouse music, dance and drama: http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/MusicDanceAndDrama<br /><br />Interhouse athletics competition: http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/InterhouseAthletics<br /><br />Girls' netball/volleyball national competition (which I didn't go to, but love the pictures of the girls at the equator): http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/GirlsNetballAndVolleyballUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-14347831328624231082010-06-28T13:44:00.003-04:002010-06-29T01:35:12.497-04:00Mundane ThoughtsAfter more than a year in Uganda, most things don't seem very astounding. A man carrying a bed on a bicycle? Common. Squeezing 8 people in a car? I'm sure there's room for another person. A 3 o'clock meeting that starts at 4? Perfectly on time. Washing clothes by hand, fetching water, and occasional power outages? That's just life.<br />
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So, I haven't really felt like I had much to say. My adventures out of school have, mostly, been documented with photos (http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda) which seemed more explanatory than anything I could write. <br />
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But, there are other, cultural differences that aren't visible on the surface that I'm struggling with understanding. I've been nervous about posting them because I don't want to offend anyone. So, please, don't be offended. These are just my mental wanderings. They'll probably change tomorrow.<br />
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TIME MANAGEMENT<br />
As the saying here goes: "Whites keep time; Africans have time". Most people I've met are very poor about 'keeping time'. This means people leave for a meeting around the time it is supposed to begin. This can be relatively frustrating, but becomes less so when you don't bother about keeping time yourself. My challenge has been balancing school, which does run on time, with the rest of life, which doesn't. <br />
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Having now gotten used to 'having time', I really enjoy it. I'm not stressed or hurried. When I take a taxi to the next town, I bring a book and don't look at my watch. If the drive takes 30min, I'm happy. If it takes 45min, I don't mind. If it takes 1 hour, I just get to read more of my book. <br />
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The downside is that it's challenging to organize things, because people just meander over, and to get everyone sitting down at once can be a bit challenging, and can take going around and collecting them. Two or three times.<br />
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The upside is that it's really easy to make time for things. If a student asks a question, I can answer it and not worry about the class I'm headed to. If I'm a couple of min late, no one minds, and I can just go over a couple of min.<br />
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MONEY<br />
Is not a personal possession here. If I have money and you don't, I really should give it to you. And you'll, probably, pay me back. I think this has 3 possible causes.<br />
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1. The culture is very community/family-oriented. Things aren't done for the individual, but for the group. So keeping money would be extremely selfish<br />
2. Most people live hand-to-mouth. If a teacher is making 500,000/= ($250) a month, he/she will take it all out as soon as they're paid (which is another topic - they're not always paid on time). There is a limited idea of saving money. Most of the money will go to pay school fees or to start a project such as a new plot in the garden, build a house, buy land, etc. This leads to the third point:<br />
3. Banks don't play a large role in money management. They're main function seems to be a way to pay civil servants, who then remove all the money. This is partly the culture, and partly the unfriendliness of banks. To withdraw money costs 35 cents at an ATM and $1 from the cashier. The lines to withdraw money can be 2+ hours long, especially when civil servants have just been paid. Getting a loan is also a challenge, with interest rates at 25%. So, things like land, crops and buildings are good ways to save money. And friends are good places to get loans, with exceptional interest rates. <br />
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As a side note, I have two of these loans out at the moment. Both to teachers who want to buy land. One for $250 and one for $500. They're both paying me back at $50 a month, which is nice for me - I can cut down on my trips to the bank. <br />
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BEING A 'MUZUNGU'<br />
This one I don't know if I could ever get used to. I've been thinking about how to explain the feeling, and this is my best analogy:<br />
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Imagine Martians came to visit earth. They look and act like people in all ways, but they've got green skin. And they're really friendly, and have helped us by giving us lots of fossil fuels and some new meds that even fight the common cold (by pure luck, they're ahead of us technologically, but they're not actually any smarter). Let's imagine many of them come and want to live in our communities to learn about us, teach us about them, and maybe share some technology. Now, what would the reaction be when some walked down the street? How would people treat them? Would they stare? Would them come up to say hi? Would the kids get extremely excited every time they walked by? Would people invite them over for dinner? Would people ask them how they themselves can go visit Mars?<br />
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Okay, so this analogy isn't extremely accurate, but it helps me imagine it from a Ugandan's point of view. Even though someone is the hundredth person to ask me if I can take them to the US, or to tell me about the horrible poverty, or just to randomly greet me and want to know where I'm from, etc. they've probably just asked me for the first time, and don't mean to be annoying. Usually. <br />
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The guys still get me though. The things they think work on girls are outrageous. And the speed at which they think relationships form is astounding. I meet someone on the bus and they want to be my best friend. I stand in line with someone at the bank and they want to get together for a weekend. I greet someone in town and they want to marry me. Beats me where these ideas come from, but I've gotten tired of arguing, so I try to avoid greeting young (anything less than 40) men in town, unless I know them. <br />
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A side note for worry-warts like my Dad: The men may be annoying, but they are not threatening in any way. I think some of them do it just to tease me and see how I react. <br />
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TEACHING<br />
A major part of why I came to Africa with the Peace Corps was because I wanted to teach math/science. I was hoping to figure out if being a teacher is something I could pursue as a career. Answer: yes. Most days. When my kids act up, or I mark 100+ failing papers I think about abandoning that idea. But, on the whole, I love sharing knowledge with kids, and I love having an excuse to keep learning new things everyday and to come up with ways of explaining it.<br />
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However, there are some things I don't like about teaching here:<br />
1. No textbooks. Think about this for a sec; how do students study without a textbook? Answer: the teacher gives it to them, bit by bit. Now, there's nothing I hate more than giving students notes to copy, but there's not much choice; they need to have good, clear notes.<br />
2. Large class sizes. 60+ students are hard to teach. More tests to grade, more names to learn, more students to manage in a classroom. But, the biggest challenge is a lack of personal time with students. Especially in math. Sometimes I've got 5 students who've already figured out the problem and 5 students who can't even figure out the first step. Keeping the bright kids engaged and the slower ones from completely zoning out is a serious challenge. <br />
3. Very fact-oriented curriculum. I hate this one. With a passion. Who said that students should focus on learning all the characteristics of cockroaches, butterflies, termites, etc. and not focus on critical thinking? Because it really is a shame. And not any fun to teach<br />
4. Uniforms. I'd never been to a school with uniforms, and I don't like them. They idea is good - everyone is on the same level, but clothes are such a good way to express individuality. I've got a class full of kids in white shirts, black ties, and shaved heads. They all look the same. I love it when we have events on weekends, and the students come in their usual clothes. They seem more like people.<br />
5. An office, or desk, or something. I would never have thought of this before, but having a desk is such a wonderful thing. You can keep papers on it, and textbooks. Your students know where to find you. You can keep a planner on the desk and not forget things. Instead, I carry everything to and from school everyday, which limits what I want to bring, and often means I'm going home for something I forgot.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-26977050824089712672010-06-24T17:11:00.000-04:002010-06-24T17:11:02.953-04:00Picturesyeah, it's been a while. Things have been busy here, and since a picture's worth a thousand words, I though I'd save myself the effort of trying to explain and just show the pictures:<br />
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National Football Competition, Gulu: http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/Football<br />
My parents' visit: http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/VisitorsFromAfar<br />
The requisite bird watching that goes with my father being present: http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/Birds<br />
Beginning of 2nd term: http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/SchoolUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-65906575765522845382010-06-10T13:55:00.000-04:002010-06-10T13:56:13.798-04:00News From UgandaMom again, recently returned from visiting Becky. She’s quite well and settled in her Ugandan life. During the term she’s busy with lesson plans and teaching, and her computer wasn’t working which limited the blogging and other communication. At the end of the term in early May she went with the girls’ soccer team to the national tournament, and they did very well. The tournament was followed by a week of Peace Corps training in Kampala, and then touring around the country with us. She’s posted many of the photos of our trip. <br /><br />The spring term has started and she’s back to teaching, helping with the track and field team, and other extra-curricular activities. All of Tara’s kittens have found good homes – some nearby enough for Becky to visit. Now Tara is on kitty birth-control, since surgery is very risky.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16618916539655422518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-16736187165289623222010-02-25T03:35:00.001-05:002010-02-25T12:19:14.102-05:00The school year has begun and is in full swing. I am teaching S1 south biology, S2 north biology and math, S3 west biology and A level biology (S5 and S6). I'm also trying to become more involved in extra-curricular activities. Soccer is beginning this term and we're in the middle of inter-house competitions (think Harry Potter). The girls are excited to be playing, but I'm hoping to begin real training soon. If anyone knows any good ball control drills that can be done with only one or two footballs, I'd love some ideas. <br /><br />There is also another volunteer teacher now, Alan. He's from the UK and graduated from university in 2009, so he's kinda in the same situation as I am. He's only here for a month (he leaves Sunday) but it's been nice to have another 'muzungu' around. With two of us it's easier to get things started. We've put up a question box for students. They put in a question, we answer it. Questions have varied from "what is the shortest letter in the English language?" to "if America is the superpower, why are they scared of Russia?" to "what is homosexuality and why is it practiced?" to "why are girls shy around boys?". They've been a lot of fun to answer. I've also started trying to get some clubs started or more active. Monday I met with students interested in debate - we're going to have a debate next Monday on whether traditional or modern living is better. Tuesday I met with students interested in chess and/or scrabble. No one showed up. Wednesday was reading. Some students showed up and I suggested meeting two days a week at lunch to read bits of a book, discuss them, and slowly progress through them. We're meeting Mondays and Wednesday and beginning with The Old Man and the Sea. I'm curious to see how that goes. Today is writing. Tomorrow baking and arts and crafts. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. <br /><br />Also, Alan knows how to swing dance (Jive, to be specific) so we got a bunch of the students learning Jive yesterday. Pairs dancing is a very western thing, and so most students didn't even have a concept of lead-follow, turning, etc. But, they have a fabulous sense of rhythm. I took some photos - http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/Dancing#. They picked it up pretty quick. We're going to try again today, before Alan goes and I'll have to teach lead and follow (which could be a disaster).<br /><br />Oh, and the kittens are growing at an astonishing rate and are starting to cause trouble. I've been slowly adding more photos - http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.uganda/TaraSKittens03#Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-75452364809450441362010-01-22T08:23:00.001-05:002010-01-22T08:23:50.495-05:00Kittens!!!Okay, so this is long overdue, but I was hoping my internet would come back so I could post all the pictures, but it didn't, and then I spent the week visiting PCVs in northern Uganda and haven't been near a computer. Anyways...<br /><br />Tara (my 9 month old cat) just had kittens! 6 of them! Under my bed! They're adorable, and she's back to her tiny self. Actually, way too tiny, if you ask me. I am feeding her as much as she'll eat. There are three black kittens and three tabbies. At least 4 of them are already spoken for (2 to PCVs, one to a teacher at my school, and one to a young friend of mine, as long as it's okay with his mom). I could go on about how beautiful they are, but I'll let the pictures speak for me:<br /><br />http://picasaweb.google.com/becky.ugandaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-28711374271048705752010-01-22T07:59:00.000-05:002010-01-22T08:07:26.780-05:00Eclipse!Okay, so it wasn't a complete solar eclipse, but it was still pretty darn cool.<br /><br />Around 8:00am if you looked outside you noticed something weird. Nothing you could quite put your finger on, but the light seemed to almost be playing tricks with your mind. It seemed like I'd been transported to DC in the winter; the light was unusually dim. If you went outside and either squinted at the sun or (if you were a bit more intelligent) got a basin of water and looked at the reflection of the sun through that you'd see a faint shadow in front of the sun. By 8:30 the shadow was in the middle of the sun and continued it's slow progress across. By the time I finished washing my clothes and mopping the house around 11 the sun was back to it's usual intense self.<br /><br /><br />Oh, for those who are interested in such things, here's the map of the eclipse another PCV (with a degree in astronomy) sent me:<br />http://eclipse.gsfc.nasa.gov/SEmono/ASE2010/ASE2010map/ASE2010_031E_034E_Uganda.pdfUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-11609679274629610602010-01-07T23:48:00.004-05:002010-01-08T00:49:45.844-05:00Holiday TravelsSorry, again, that it has been so long. This time I at least have the excuse of a internet modem gone wacky. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. It took a holiday in December. Even now it works for 2-20 hrs, then the computer can no longer detect it. So, I pull it out, fiddle with it, restart the computer, and cross my fingers. Which works about half the time.<br /><br />So, I at least haven't been slacking completely, and was still writing, even if I wasn't posting anything. I'll go from oldest to youngest.<br /><br />Nov 7th<br />The goats have been causing serious mischief around here. They ate my corn, greens, sweet potato and sunflower. They’re eating Matron’s corn and they started eating the tomatoes the students just planted in the school garden. Having attacked the students’ garden was a bad move on their part. They were dragged and carried to a vacant classroom where they’ve been locked up until their owner comes to pay. Maybe their owner will consider tying them up? Maybe. I told the students they should eat one if they catch it five times. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that.<br /><br />Nov 11th<br /> Today on the way home I had the joy of taking a taxi that got a flat tire about a quarter of the way home. Luckily, they had a spare (a good idea around here), but no jack. Within a minute they had hailed another taxi which did have a jack. Meanwhile, the driver had found some big rocks, and I'm standing there thinking, oh good, he'll put them behind the tires to make sure the vehicle doesn't start rolling into one of the 20 kids who had come to gawk. Then he goes and sticks one under the flat tire. I become very puzzled. He jumps in the vehicle and drives up onto the rock. The other guy arrives with the jack and starts to put it into place, having very little work to do, now that the tire is already 3 inches off the ground. They both remove the tire and then the driver tightens the bolts as the conductor removes the jack. In the end I think the longest part of the delay was getting all the passengers out and then back into the vehicle.<br /><br /><br />Also, a girl on the bus misplaced her money in all of the fuss. She'd had 2,500Ush which was her fare home and a lot of money for a villager (just to give you an idea corn flour is 1,200/kilo, rice is 1,600/kilo, tomatoes are 2 for 100, onions 1,500/kilo). This became the talk of the taxi on the way back with everyone wondering what would happen to her when she got to her destination. I kept quiet for most of it, but couldn't help saying that if we contributed 500Ush (25cents) we'd easily be able to cover her fee. Some seemed skeptical, as they were staying on longer and there was a hope to recover the money. But I chipped in 500, and another Ugandan followed suit. Charity is rare here, as everyone has such big families, that while they may be generous it doesn't usually extend beyond their 'family' (which is a very loose term), so this young man's gesture surprised me. <br /><br /><br />Dec 16th<br />So it's the holiday here and things are a bit quiet. I took this as an excuse to join up with some (okay, many) volunteers down near Masaka for a friendly competition with JICA volunteers (the Japanese form of Peace Corps). There were about 40 PCVs, 20 JICA volunteers and a good number of curious Ugandans. We competed in two sports: soccer and baseball. Can you guess the outcome? We creamed them in soccer; they creamed us in baseball. We're sad representations of American sports culture. We also played a little football, frisbee, and someone even turned up with a slack line. For a moment I thought I was back at CC (for people not lucky enough to have experienced a slack line it's a one inch strip of webbing that you suspend 2+ feet above the ground and then walk along. Weird? Maybe. Fun? Yes).<br />In the spirit of sharing cultures we cooked one meal and JICA cooked the other. So, what do Americans and Japanese cook to give a taste of their county? Well, we cooked burritos and they cooked curry. Okay, so they also cooked Tamkatzu (sp?) which is a kind of breaded pork that is really good and definitely Japanese.<br /><br /><br />Dec 22nd<br />Do you know what sound a goat makes? Baaa? That's a sheep. A goat sounds like a kid. And not the animal kind. Goats on their way to market sound like little children crying their hearts out. Most market days I hear a couple being carried in baskets on the back of bicycles. Today, however, is different. Christmas is Friday and everyone wants to sell their goat to buy chicken for their family, or has sold something else and wants to buy a goat for their family. Which means I've been listening to a steady stream of crying children go by my house all morning. I love vegetarians.<br /><br /><br />Dec25th<br />I woke up early, which is not unusual for me, and certainly not on Christmas (I mean, what kid isn't always waiting at the top of the stairs by 6am, wondering about the presents at the bottom?). I did not sweep, mop, or go for water. I put on some Christmas music, made a cup of coffee, and sat down to finally open my presents after having stared at them sitting in a drawer for the last month or so. A chocolate bar, earrings, some good books wrapped in bits of a topographical map of Denver (which was way too much fun to put together), celestial seasons tea, and a beautiful skirt. I then took out my presents for my neighbors and wrapped them in the paper I'd just unwrapped from my own gifts. Reuse at it's finest. After dancing around in my new skirt for a while I called up my family who were just finishing up Christmas Eve dinner. 3 aunts, 3 uncles, 5 cousins, 1 bro, 2 parents. 24 min. Not really time for serious conversations, but I was grinning from ear to ear just saying Merry Christmas to them all.<br /><br />Madam Bena wasn't coming to get me till 12 so I putzed around the house, made gingerbread and experimented with mango-ginger spice bread (which actually didn't turn out too bad), and tried to figure out what to do with my now-not-so-short hair. Somehow the last few days have been cool, cloudy, and occasionally rainy. Kinda weird given it's supposed to be hot and dry in December, but I'm not complaining. It also meant I could stand the idea of wearing my hair down. When Madam Bena arrived the gingerbread had just finished cooking and we wandered over to her place where I chatted with her various family and friends, smiled back at children who couldn't decided whether to be curious or nervous, and ate some delicious food. One girl's trousers were giving her trouble; they kept falling down. I asked another girl to bring me some banana fibers so I could make her a belt, called the girl over, all set to try and help her. I had barely put the fiber through 1 belt loop when she started crying; she would have nothing to do with it. <br /><br />I left their place in a light mist which turned to full on rain by the time I was halfway home so I ran the rest of the way but was secretly delighted to get soaked. I found a small neighbor sitting in my mango tree trying to keep dry. He was inside my house as soon as I opened the door. So, in-between trying to catch water in buckets, we played cards. I don't know what game we played, and we never really stated the rules, but somehow we managed to agree on what was allowed and what was not. <br /><br />When the rain eased up I headed to Mr Okots', Evelyns' and then Madam Rita's (where I found Mt Okot just finishing tea). Just for the curious I figure I should tell you something about all these people I'm talking about. Madam Bena is the school secretary. Mr Okot is a history teacher/in charge of the boys' hostel/one of my closest neighbors. He also has 7 kids he looks after: Jennifer who just finished S.6; Denis who was in my S.5 biology class; Oscar who just finished S.4; Barbara who was in S.3; Dorine who's studying in Jinja and was in P.5?6?; and the twins Michael (P.5) and Dick (P.4) who both stay in the hostel at a nearby primary school. Madam Everlyn is the school's bursar. She's from Kenya and has three kids: Patience (9?), Gemima (5?) and Sammy (1). She's also looking after her youngest brother, Bishop, who's the same age as Patience. We always have a lot to talk about, partly because I think she's just a very strong, opinionated woman and partly because we are both foreigners in this town. Madam Rita is an English teacher/in charge of the girls' hostel. She looks after 4 kids: Jeremiah (P.2), Fred (P.7), Mercy (S.3) and Gladys (S.1?) all of whom I just adore.<br /><br /><br />Needless to say, I had a great time at all of their houses, and was glad I had decided to stay around for Christmas.<br /><br /><br />Jan 1st (from Sipi Falls)<br />I have finally acquired a thermometer. I would never have guessed how hard it would be to find a thermometer to measure air temperature. I guess if the temperature never varies more than 20 degrees, all you really care about is whether it's hot, warm, or cold. Thanks to a very kind PCV who was not using his, I now have a small thermometer that informed me that while I was almost shivering, wearing fleece pants and a fleece jacket, warming up my hands with a cup of hot coffee, and thinking about the hat in my tent, it was a balmy 60 degrees outside. And to think I use to walk around Colorado wearing flip flops when it was 30 degrees. I've gone soft.<br /><br /><br />Jan 2nd<br />This morning I heard a small "kodi" at my door and found a boy who I had never seen before standing there and very politely greeting me, wishing me a happy new year and then telling me something that I couldn't understand the least of. After me getting him to repeat himself about ten times, and asking about 20 random questions I ascertained that his family's cow has escaped, that it was the one that was standing over there, looking remarkably like my neighbor's, and that he had come to get it back. Feeling slightly nervous, I stood there awkwardly for a while, not wanting to say he could, but not knowing what else to say, and partially thinking he would just go, get the cow, and leave (as I really couldn't give him my permission, especially as there may be some fees they would have to pay if it really had escaped and had been on the school grounds for a while, as that's what we do with the goats that are always sneaking in). Well, he just stood there, and I just stood there, wondering what in the world he wanted. Finally I just said "balamuse" (greet them, the traditional goodbye which means give my greetings to the people at home/there), and he immediately headed off towards the cow. I guess he was just wanting for me, the elder to end the conversation, while I was wanting for him, the one who knew what was going on and had started the conversation, to end the conversation. A nice early morning stand-off.<br /><br /><br />Jan 3rd<br /><br />A quote from Fred, commenting on why he didn't cry when he broke his arm. <br /> "I broke my arm myself. Now who was I going to cry for?"<br /><br /><br />The setting for this was that Michael, one of Mr Okot's kids, just broke his arm. Well, they told me it's dislocated, but he can still bend his elbow just fine...<br />It's been interesting for me to see how different medicine is here. They've been taking him to see an old lady who obviously knows what she's doing, and seems to be setting the arm by pushing and squeezing it, and (this is my speculation) feeling the bones and making sure they are where they're supposed to be. The first couple times we took him 4 of us had to hold him down while she did this. After the second day she told us to get him some Valium. 5 cents for 4 pills. Each time we go he's in less pain, and now he doesn't even need anyone to hold him. And his arm is getting better; it's less swollen, and less painful.<br />I'd still take modern medicine.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-61383328317108370162009-11-14T06:44:00.001-05:002009-11-14T09:39:28.032-05:00Recapping the last few monthsSep 5th-6th I joined some fellow PCVs in Jinja for a weekend of bridge (yes, the card game) <br />Sep 7th The term began<br />Sep 25th-27th I traveled to Kenya<br />Oct 12th Senior 4 students began exams<br />Oct 24th-31st I was in Kampala for a Peace Corps training on life skills<br />Nov 5th Exams for S1, 2, 3 and 5 begin<br />Nov 9th Senior 6 students begin exams<br />Nov 27th Term ends, students get their report cards and everyone goes home<br />Nov 28th – Feb I’m still working on this bit but it will probably include some long drives, good food and tall mountains<br /><br />Kenya: A good friend of mine’s father passed away. She’s the school’s bursar and a lecturer at Busoga University (who is also doing her masters and raising three kids…). So a group of people from the area went to Kenya for his funeral. First off her place is a long ways away. Migori – it’s basically in Tanzania. So we left at 7am, and arrived at 8pm. Many thanks to my aunt who sent me The Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - it was a great read and kept me entertained throughout. The scenery was pretty spectacular, changing from arid to cool and moist and back again. After arriving we stayed up for a while, greeting people and watching the dances. Most people started trickling home around 11pm, and I crashed in my sleeping bag on a wonderful patch of flat ground. I was gently woken around 1am for some supper and tea and then promptly fell back asleep. <br /><br />Sunrise was early and beautiful. Her place is far away from any town so it was quiet and peaceful and flat. It reminded me of the southwest a little, though the plants were completely wrong. We tried to help in bits and pieces with the cooking and serving of food, but often as not we were politely turned away. Around 10am or so the ceremonies began with singing, dancing and rejoicing that Mr. Aketch’s soul had moved on. Prayers and testimonies were given by friends, relatives, and a politician or two. Unfortunately, we had to leave early to avoid traveling at night. I wish we could’ve stayed longer, the place was beautiful and the people very kind. We reached Kisumu around 7:30, scrounged some dinner (a lot harder than it sounds; we ended up with fries and bananas). Sunday was church, with a very interesting preacher...from Tucson, AZ. Go figure. Then a little shopping before heading back home. <br /><br />Life Skills: we stayed in a nice hotel with good food, friendly people, and a pool! I went swimming about twice a day. We had some interesting discussions about what could and should be talked about, especially with Ugandan students. Should we talk about condoms? How about masturbation? How young? What can be done to discourage girls from dropping out of school? (My school has more girls in S1 but more boys in S4) We also played a lot of games that are supposed to encourage various life skills. If you know me, you know I had a lot of fun.<br /><br />Exams: went well. I’ve finished marking Senior 5: the lowest mark was 24/80 and the highest 56/80 so not great, but not too bad either. I’ve started marking Senior 2 biology: two students got 19/20 on the multiple choice section! The short answers seem to have been more challenging, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-28666258760096355452009-10-11T16:35:00.003-04:002009-10-12T16:20:26.517-04:00A Busy WeekSo here's what I had wanted to post a while ago, but got foiled by incompatible systems...<br /><br />Last Monday (Sep 7th) was the beginning of term and we jumped right into exams. <br />Thursday the Kabaka tried to travel to Kayuga, was impeded by Museveni and sparked riots throughout Kampala.<br /> <br />Friday we had a meeting about starting a garden at school. <br /><br />Saturday was for laundry, cleaning, and gingerbread (I’d found molasses from the local waragi man!). Okay some explanation is needed there. Waragi is the local home brew made from millet and molasses and probably a bunch of other things that I don’t know about. It would been interesting to learn but I don’t like hanging around there too much (I don’t want to spoil my reputation…).<br /><br />Sunday I went to church with Mr. Mbiro and attempted internet – which was out of power. I came back in time for chemistry with Barbara, bread, and more gingerbread. Then I stayed up late marking S2 papers and preparing my lesson. <br /> <br />Monday found us beginning classes and discussing the arrest of the librarian on charges of defiling an S2 girl (turned out he was innocent and had just offered the girl a place to sit when his neighbor wasn’t there. He was still in jail for 3 days), and a good rain for the first time in a while. I also picked up my package from Aunt Barby (t-shirt, book, National Geographic, puzzle, cat toys and Sees candy!). <br /><br />Tuesday was laundry, digging, school, and then market day and a lot of wandering around town. I stayed up late watching The Wedding Planner and eating a Sees Candy Lollipop. Mmmm…. <br /><br />Wednesday I had my first math lesson (wonderful), got three banana suckers (used to grow new banana trees) from the head teacher, and had just sat down with Eva (a student) to talk biology when it started the hail! This turned into a downpour which lasted over an hour. We took refuge in the girls’ hostel where Matron (who runs the hostel) taught me some Lusoga. <br /><br />Friday was math, after which a student walked up to me and handed me his assignment. In Braille. So, now I’m trying to learn Braille which is like learning code, so a lot of fun. We have two teachers at my school who are blind and they are both helping me to translate what my student writes and to learn how to read, write, and type Braille. At lunch I volunteered to join a poultry project. The garden project is underway - Madam Rebecca says the man with the plow will come tomorrow; Mr. Dhimbuzzi says some S5 students are interested and proposed Saturday for making a nursery bed; construction has begun on the chain link fence that they’re putting in near the guesthouse. This will hopefully the crops from the goats as we start a vegetable garden. I tried internet again with no luck, but had a wonderful evening with Madam Everline and Madam Hope. I found Peter at Christine’s when I came back, so I have now begun Braille lessons. It’s been quite the time, and we’re still not off ‘Stand fast’ from the riots last weekend.<br /><br />9/19 – <br />We are now officially off ‘standfast’ and everything is calm. The plow man has still not come and many teachers went for burial today so there was no discussion with S5 students; the chain link fence has been put off until the chicken house is completed (hopefully Monday). So the gardening project is delayed, but should be back on track next week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-60748381932324852782009-09-20T05:46:00.002-04:002009-09-20T05:52:43.445-04:00I'm okayLast weekend there were some riots in Kampala surrounding a disagreement between Museveni, the president and the Kabaka, or king, of Buganda - the kingdom that Kampala is located in. This is just to let everyone know that I am fine and never felt I was in any danger. As I am in a different kingdom, the only affect I saw were some interesting discussions in the staff room.<br /><br />I had written a longer post, but vista and XP are not compatible...<br /><br />I hope you're all well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-42851231903381352112009-09-14T21:02:00.000-04:002009-09-14T21:04:24.741-04:00Short Update From MomFor those who’ve seen the news about riots in Kampala . . . they’re far away from Becky. The tribe/kingdom involved is not the one in her area, so her fellow teachers and townspeople don’t seem at all concerned. School has started, and addition to Biology, Becky is now teaching one class of 9th grade Algebra. Internet appeared in town, but then disappeared when the facility didn’t pay their electric bill, so news will be slow while she’s teaching.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16618916539655422518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-52498022706719401112009-08-24T05:22:00.002-04:002009-08-24T05:24:46.742-04:00The last few months...First off, thank you so much to everyone who’s sent me letters; it’s wonderful to receive them and hear what you're up to. Though, talking to my Mom, I think only about 40% actually make it here. So, if I haven’t responded to your letter, it’s not because I don’t love you, but because I haven’t gotten it. Send me an email if you’re curious, that seems to be the most reliable means of communication. And we now have internet in town! So, I’ll have more regular email, and when the fiberoptic cable makes it here from Kenya I’ll have faster and cheaper email.<br /><br />I’ve been pretty bad about actually posting anything. I have, however, kept some updates on the computer that my school is so kindly letting me use…<br /><br />7/28 – Our visitors from England have come, and gone. The expansion to the guest house (where I live) was finished just in time, the windows were put in on Sunday, the paint on Monday, along with lights and a thatch ceiling. Tuesday was a hectic day of cleaning, ironing and preparing the place. Wednesday at 6 AM some girls from the hostel brought over beds and mattresses. Then came making the beds, hanging the mosquito nets, and preparing lunch. By 1:00 PM, 18 students and 5 teachers from our link school in England had arrived.<br /><br />They were here for one week, during which time they visited the local primary school and health center, painted a mural, helped put in a cement floor in the technology block (which formerly housed S.1 students, until the new block opened for them a couple weeks ago). They’re hoping to move the tailoring room and computer lab over within the next year, as well as bringing in a welding shop and carpentry shop. Soon you won’t have to leave school for anything; all we need is a garden. They also observed classes, talked with the S.5 and 6 students, and partook of silly games such as: sack race, three-legged race, egg race, banana eating competition, and so on.<br /><br />8/3 – I came a across pink chicks today. I’m not talking rosy pink, but full on Easter-egg pink. I guess it scares away potential predators. I would’ve thought it would attract attention. Although pink isn’t very appetizing-looking. I also got a lemon from a young girl who lives nearby, and had a wonderful evening walk. During the walk a bicycle man got mad at me for not getting a ride from him. I don’t know enough Lusoga to be able to point out that getting a ride would defeat the whole purpose of the journey. I did find some nice side paths. It’s hard to find much here that isn’t straight out and back. So it’s a small side loop, but it’s a loop, and it’s off the main road.<br /><br />Oh, and grading is depressing. Especially when students are getting scores of 20-60%. That’s about average here (they don’t have grade inflation like we do…), but I can’t be nonchalant about a student completely missing half the questions on topics we covered half a dozen times in class. <br /><br />8/15 – The term has finally come to an end, the students have gotten their reports, and I’m on holiday for three days and am using the time to visit Jinja (internet, ice cream and friends), Mabira Forest (relaxing) and Kampala (shopping). Tuesday I’m heading back to begin extra holiday lessons for the S.4, 5 and 6 classes. Unfortunately, I’ll only be there for a week before we have training for Peace Corps: one week of technical training and one week of language training.<br /><br />Tara (my adorable kitten) is growing quickly – she’s now comfortable both in and out of the house, especially at night. During the day she stays pretty close to the house, but at night she wanders all over the campus. I’ve been trying to keep her inside as I’m worried she might get into trouble, but after seeing her scare off a goat 10 times her size I’m starting to think she can take care of herself.<br /><br />We’ve also been undergoing a change of housemates. Madam Rita (English teacher, Hostel Mistress, and mom extraordinaire) and her kids (Fred, Jerry, and Gladys) moved across campus to a new house closer to the girls’ hostel and Madam Rhoda moved in with her two girls. I really miss Madam Rita and her kids, but luckily they’re not too far away.<br /><br />8/20 – So, I finally bought a hoe and have started my garden. Thanks to my wonderful parents and a very kind PCT, I now have a large selection of seeds: tomatoes, lettuce, squash, soybeans, corn, spices, and even some flowers. If you add in the beans, g-nuts (peanuts), green pepper and pumpkin seeds I have, I’m going to have a diverse garden (hopefully). I hoed up a chunk of land outside my house this morning (to the amusement of many students and local children), bought some papyrus mats, and am hoping to make a fence this evening, finish hoeing tomorrow, and plant the seeds tomorrow night. If I’m really lucky it’ll rain tomorrow night, and not tonight…<br /><br />8/24 – The fence is finished, with a lot of help from my neighbors. And by a lot, I mean I basically did nothing. In the end I paid a gentleman to make the whole fence – about 30m around. For $5. The mats and wood for poles cost $12. So now I’ve planted corn, pumpkin, squash, sunflower, carrot, lettuce, arugula, and am hoping to add tomatoes, beans, g-nuts, and maybe even a couple banana trees when I get back. And I want to start a spice garden, but that might have to wait for a bit.<br />Everyone at school is finding it hilarious that I’ve started a garden, and even more entertaining when they see the size. One teacher asked if it was a demonstration garden. Here, when they say they’re going to plant cassava, or beans, or whatever, they mean an acre or two. So my tiny plot with a dozen different things is, unusual. But then, I’m not trying to feed a family of 8, nor planning on selling it in the market.<br /><br />Not too much else, things are quiet here over the holidays.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-61286363975742845402009-08-24T05:12:00.001-04:002009-08-24T05:22:37.062-04:00ThoughtsSo, here's what I've been pondering the last month or so:<br /><br />It’s well known that culture shock has stages. Upon arriving in Uganda I was stuck by how different everything was – a developing country in the tropics looks a lot different than DC or Colorado. There’s the small girl who at home would be playing with her dolls but here is carrying around her baby sister. Or the gaggle of kids that are out to collect firewood. How many kids do you know who are willing to spend the day collecting firewood to make supper and grasses to make brooms to sell? How bout a group of 10 kids running away from a kitten in terror? Or a two year old kneeling to greet you. Not to mention the everyday differences: local markets instead of grocery stores, basins and good ‘ol elbow grease instead of washing machines, skirts instead of trousers. <br /><br />Even when I’m shopping the man who will try to sell me an old sheet for $5 will sell me a handmade basket for 75 cents and think he’s ripped me off. I miss every other social clue (sometimes I’m sure everyone here thinks I’m a bumbling idiot), and often find my self asking “what did you say?”, “what do you mean by that”. It’s one thing to say we all speak English, but another to realize how many colloquialisms are in a language. Here if someone offers you something, and you say “that’s okay, don’t worry about it” they’ll hand it right over. “How’s home?” has come to mean “how’s your family?”. And a ‘yes’ can be indicated by the raise of an eyebrow.<br /><br />Yet, after spending time with Ugandans I came to the firm conclusion that people are the same everywhere. We all laugh and cry; people gossip; some are talkative, some are quite; parents worry about their kids; kids shrug off their parents; students think teachers want them to fail; teachers feel bad when their students fail.<br /><br />Now, however, I’m realizing that we’re not all the same. Many things are similar, but there are core beliefs that everyone holds, and while they vary person to person, they vary a lot between cultures. Sometimes it’s little things, like realizing the word for ‘wife’ in Lusoga is ‘cook’. Or that it’s assumed that, as a Muzungu, I must 1) have lots of money and 2) want to give it to everyone who asks. This is a misconception brought about by the fact that most Muzungus who come here bring a lot of money, and are more than happy to give it away (not that I blame them, there really are a lot of people here who need the money, I just hate the stereotype).<br /><br />Other things are a bit harder. Like sending children, “go to town and get me tomatoes” or “you, student, go pick me a chair”. It really bothered me at first because that’s not how we treat children, or students, at home. And, yet, aren’t a lot of our kids spoiled? We treat our children as equals, and yet they aren’t. We still expect them to listen to us, do as we say, and not argue, too much.<br /><br />In some ways I think it ties back to language. At home every child knows that the proper way to ask for something is “may I please have____”. In Lusoga it’s simply “mpaku ____” where ‘mpa’ means ‘give me’ and ‘ku’ makes it polite. Here the please is implied. And when you think about it, how much choice does a child have if their parent says “will please carry this?” We may insert the words ‘will you’ and ‘please’ but they’re basically just formalities. Yet, having grown up in America, it’s really hard for me to get used to not hearing ‘please.’ It’s so small, but it can really bother me. Just give me time though. By the time I come back I won’t be saying please and will annoy everyone.<br /><br />But, outside of language, more is expected from children here. We don’t expect our children to cook, clean, and iron, while we relax from a hard day and catch up on the news. Yet, doesn’t that encourage independence? How many students at home make it all the way to university before learning how to cook or clean? And we have it easy. Cooking does not involve lighting a fire or a charcoal stove; washing clothes just requires pushing a few buttons; water comes out of the tap fresh and ready to drink. Our children can read textbooks, pass exams, navigate a computer and the internet, but can they live on their own?<br /><br />Children here can wash clothes, fetch water, take care of the baby (ever seen a 6-year-old looking after her baby brother?), and yet they can’t read a textbook (which is written in their 2nd, 3rd, or 4th language) and so call themselves ‘backwards’ and ‘poorly educated’.<br /><br />Who’s to say they’re not forwards and we’re backwards?<br /><br />That’s a bit of what I’ve been pondering, as well as how to help students to not fail their exams. Anyone with suggestions about how to teach 50+ students who have no time to study, no textbooks, and who understand only about 75% of what I say….I’m wide open to suggestions. We’re covering insects (butterflies, house flies, mosquitoes, and bees) and hopefully some ecology next term. I’m also picking up one stream of mathematics, also S.2, which should be a lot of fun. I think I’m finding that while I prefer studying biology, I prefer teaching mathematics. At least there I’m on solid ground and there’s less memorization involved.<br />PUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-83094650070573268922009-06-28T05:06:00.000-04:002009-06-28T05:07:07.000-04:00Kitten! and other exciting thingsSo, it’s been a while. I’ve had limited internet access, but I’ve also been at a loss for what to write. <br /><br />So, the basics. I have a kitten! She’s almost 3 months (born April 4th), and her name is Tara. She is extremely friendly, though has decided that my mosquito net is perfect for ‘chasing’ especially at night, and that books are great for scratching, or sleeping on. Which is adorable, except when I’m trying to use them for lesson plans. I’m so glad to have her though; I never realized how lonely it is to be by yourself so much. My neighbors think I’m a little crazy, though the youngest, Jerry, just adores her. He loves animals of all kinds, and she’s a small tiger to him. He’s still a little nervous around her, but they’re both getting used to each other.<br /><br />The other news is that the school has a guitar. I just got a tuner in Kampala, and some sheet music and a book with some chords. I’ve managed G, C, D, A, and E so far. It takes me about a min to go from one chord to the next, but with those five chords I can play Wagon Wheel, which my neighbors will soon be very sick of. It’s a really calming to be able to play when I have downtime, and is a little bit of home. <br /><br />My house is currently ‘under construction’. They’re putting a sizeable addition onto the back portion (a sitting room, bathroom, and two bed rooms) as well as an outdoor kitchen and a latrine (which I love, by the way. I’m sick of how much water the flush toilet wastes). I’ve never seen a building go in so fast, the whole thing from start to finish is going to take less than a month, and that includes digging the pit latrine, by hand. The rush is due to the fast-approaching arrival of 15-20 secondary students and their chaperones from our link school in England. They’ll be in country for a couple of weeks and will spend a week or so at the school; going to classes, doing some projects, eating Ugandan food, and getting to see the area. It’s the talk of the school. That and the athletic competitions, Minister of Education’s visit, netball tournament, mock exams, and the head teacher’s trip to the U.K. It’s been pretty busy, to say the least. <br /><br />Athletics: each term has a different ‘sport’. 1st term was ball sports (netball, football, and volleyball), 2nd term is athletics (track and field) and 3rd term is music and drama (because the candidate classes – S.4 and S.6 – sit exams in November, and I guess music and drama take less time from studying…something like that). For each sport there are interhouse competitions (we have 6 houses, kinda like Harry Potter houses). Houses send their best students to each race; the winners go to district competitions and from there to national competitions. For sports like football, I think they pick the best players to represent the school, though I’m not sure as that was back in Feb/Mar before I got here. Anyways, this meant a field-day-esq event with 100m, 200m, 400m, 5km, 10km, 4X100m relay, 4X400m relay, javelin, long jump, high jump, discus, and some other events I don’t remember. It was a lot of fun, but scary to see the students after the long races. They couldn’t stand on their own, and had to be carried to the table to report their placement. The students barely train for the events, most don’t eat lunch, and they’re running in the hot sun. These are tough kids.<br /><br />Minister of Education: there are two new blocks that just got built for the S.1 students in our school. With USE (see earlier posts), the number of students is increasing rapidly, and so the school got government money to build new blocks. Friday (6/26) the Minister came and was part of a big opening ceremony for the new buildings. Unfortunately, I was unable to attend due to an All Volunteer Conference (which was awesome, so while I was really bummed to miss out, it was worth it). So, I have no clue how the whole thing went. I was sorry to not see the minister. She’s been in office forever (since Obote, if not Amin, which is 20+ years) and is supposed to be really good. <br /><br />Netball tournament: just like the football tournament, though closer (Mbale, opposed to Fort Portal). So, netball: the best way I have found to describe it is ultimate Frisbee with a basket ball, on a basketball court, except the hoops don’t have back boards. At least, that’s what I understand so far. I still haven’t gotten to play, and don’t know all the rules. A lot of the football girls also play netball, so they haven’t been playing football at all. I talked to one of the girls, and I’m hoping to start up with them this week, now that netball will be over. Maybe 2-3 days a week for a couple hours? We’ll see how it goes.<br /><br />Mock exams: They’re for S.4 and S.6 to start preparing them for the exams in November. Kinda like we take PSATs, except that they’re written by teachers. So, a lot of the teachers are busy writing the exams, and all the candidate classes (I’m not sure whether S.5 students take mocks, hmmm…) are busy studying. My neighbors – Barbara, Jennifer, Oscar, and Dennis work so hard. They’re up at 5 studying, mop at 6, go to school around 7, come home 5/6ish, clean, cook, and go for night preps (studying) around 7/7:30, and then got to sleep around 10/11. And the candidate classes study on the weekends, so they have almost no free time. They make me feel lazy.<br /><br />All Volunteer Conference: 3 full days of sessions on everything from HIV/AIDs to TAP (technology against poverty) to alternative discipline to grad school and everything in between. Many of the sessions were run by PCVs, which meant they were very applicable to what we’re doing. And just talking to the PCVs who’ve been here a while about their experiences and how they’ve dealt with various situations was very helpful. We also got to stay at this posh hotel with a swimming pool. And hanging out with other PCVs is always a good time. The people here are wonderful.<br /><br />Anyways, this post has gotten really long, and I’ve been sitting as this computer for way too much time. Hellos to everyone! Please do send me letters/emails/whatever, I feel out of touch with what everyone’s up to.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-90075693594975779052009-06-14T10:55:00.000-04:002009-06-14T10:56:16.285-04:00Becky Starts TeachingIt will be a couple more weeks before Becky gets reasonable internet access so I thought I’d update the blog with some general facts.<br /><br />Becky has now been teaching for two weeks. She has a couple of classes of introductory biology (9th grade), ecology (12th grade), and genetics (13th grade – it’s a school based on the British system). The Ugandan school system has required some adjustments, but she seems to be enjoying the teaching. Teaching and class planning and preparation have kept her very busy. <br /><br />Becky’s also settling into her house. She’s been shopping for things such as shelves and glass jars with lids to store food. Cooking is mostly on a propane stove, but she found a charcoal burner which she uses for baking bread (in a Dutch oven) and other things that take a long time. This week’s culinary accomplishment was making peanut butter with a friend – starting with “g-nuts” which were dried, roasted, and smashed with a mortar and pestle. A mortar and pestle are now on her shopping list.<br /><br />BarbaraBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16618916539655422518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-21677891993889069132009-05-21T07:30:00.000-04:002009-05-21T07:48:30.414-04:00SESEMAT TrainingSo I’ve spent the last 10 days or so in Iganga for SESEMAT training. I actually have no clue what SESEMAT stands for, but it’s put on by the Ministry of Sports and Education in partnership with JICA (Japan International Cooperation Agency) which is the Japanese equivalent of Peace Corps. There were 148 teachers from all over the area that were there for the 3rd in a 6-cycle training. They were kind enough to let me jump in during the 3rd cycle, as the 1st cycle isn’t being offered till the next holiday (August). We split up into subject groups early on and spent most of the time going over various topics in the curriculum. We discussed the material, tried out some hands on activities and then came up with a lesson plan for the material. We got to try out the lessons on some willing volunteers from local schools who came for some experimental lessons on their holidays. We tried the lesson once, then met and critiqued it – discussing what went well, ideas for improvement, etc. Then, another teacher gave the improved lesson to a new group of students in the afternoon. <br />The two main topics we covered were genetics and support and movement. I learned so much about bones – I’m not sure I’ve ever looked at vertebrae that closely. We looked at the articulating surfaces where the ribs join, and it was a lot of fun trying to piece together the skeletons (mostly goat and chicken, I think). Then we went out and looked at this plant, Mimosa pudica, or sensitive plant. When you touch it, it moves! It folds up its leaves, so it looks like an unappetizing, dried-up plant. Pretty cool.<br />Genetics was another matter though. It’s not taught until 11th/12th grade here, so it becomes a big challenge to teach DNA structure, Mendelian genetics, and even some non-Mendelian genetics all within about 4 weeks or so. It’s been interesting to see the differences in the structure of biology education here versus the US. A big one is the focus on content opposed to concepts. But sometimes more challenging is how different the structure of the curriculum is. My learning of biology was based on knowing the structure of proteins, lipids, carbohydrates, and nucleic acids (DNA), moving from there to cell structure and function, and then onto reproduction, genetics, evolution, ecology. Or something like that. Here there’s more focus on classification, structures of plants and animals, reproduction, nutrition, the bigger picture biology in some ways. Which makes sense in a very agriculturally-based society, it’s just hard for me to adapt and figure out new ways of teaching material. I’ve realized that I default to how I was taught, which isn’t useful when teaching students with completely different educational backgrounds. <br />It’s not that one system is better than another – they’re just different. Okay, I like the concept-based approach, but I’m really interested to learn more about how the curriculum is organized. It’s just challenging to restructure how biology ideas are organized in my head….<br />Anyways, I haven’t had much luck with internet due to busy days, and the inadvisability of traveling at night. I’m borrowing another PCV’s computer who is being kind enough to let me use his internet. I’m headed back to site today, and am honestly looking forward to getting home. Which is a nice feeling.<br />The term starts on Monday, though the students will be in beginning of term exams for a week or so. So, my co-teacher and I will start lesson planning on Monday. Then things should start getting pretty busy. I’m looking forward to having classes to teach. That’s about it for now. Hopefully it won’t be so long until the next post…Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-21692894258704273852009-05-02T10:06:00.004-04:002009-05-21T08:13:14.555-04:00I have a home!So, it’s been a long time. I’m finally at site, and loving it! I’m at a large secondary school of over 1,000 students in S.1 through S.6. It’s near the main road and a town, so it’s not far from transport, or food. I have a mango tree in my front yard, a view of the soccer pitch, wonderful neighbors, electricity, a flush toilet, and ‘running’ water. The tank that supplies my water is refilled everyday by three men who bicycle 15+ 20L jerry cans from the bore hole, and then pull them up about 4m using a rope and dump them into the tank. So, I’m trying to avoid using the tap for anything but flushing the toilet and bathing. Though, I’m going to get another jerry can and try to just use the water for the toilet. As I don’t want to do them out of a job, I may just ask them to fill a jerry can a day. Then at least they don’t have to lift it all the way up there.<br /><br />I love my house and my neighbors. I’m living in the guest house, which has been built through additions over the years. There are two other teachers living in the main section of the house (my section was a later addition, I think). One, Christine, teaches Christian religious education (CRE) and history, and has become my morning running buddy. She is from Teso (Soroti and Kumi area) and speaks 5 languages! The other teacher, Rita, has 3? children at home at the moment, two young boys (Fred and Jerry) and a girl in S.5?, Gladys (sp?). Just across the way is Mr. Okot who lives with his two daughters, Jennifer (S.5?) and Barbara (S.3?), twin sons Michael and Dickens (Dick) and a nephew (who’s name I feel horrible for not remembering, but I think he’s in S.5 or S.6). Oh, and Derek, a boy who’s family lives in town and who goes to school in Jinja, but he’s home for the holiday. He loves books, doesn’t matter what they’re about – history, health, biology, Lusoga - he just sits and reads and asks questions. And he speaks very good English (he said his father got him a dictionary when he was younger and he’s been doing ten words a day since, which made me feel bad about my 5 Lusoga words a day). The catch with there being about 40+ languages/dialects within Uganda and teachers going where they’re put by the government is that most teachers don’t speak Lusoga (Lawrence speaks Luwo, and Christine Ateso). So, Derek has been very helpful in teaching me some Lusoga. As have Rita and Christine, who do speak Lusoga, though not fluently. <br /><br />The school is on holiday at the moment, though some of the teams – netball, soccer (both girls teams!!!!) and chorus are around practicing. The soccer team left early this morning for a tournament, and the netball girls go sometime in June. Also, the S.4, S.5, and S.6 classes (who are rapidly approaching the national exams given in November of S.4 and S.6) are around for optional study session. At least, some of the students are. So, the school isn’t too quiet, and I’m getting a relaxed introduction to teachers, students, staff, and the town. <br /><br />The town is relatively decent-sized. There are some gas stations, a small food market,and a large market (think flea-market, with food, clothes, household items, etc.) on Tuesdays. Everyone has been so nice, though I’m much more comfortable talking to the women. The conversations rarely last long (my Lusoga needs a lot more work before I can hold an intelligent conversation), but I’m slowly getting better. The children help a lot – I have a following of 5-25 every time I walk through town, and one of the shop keepers sits me down when I visit and teaches me a few new words. Friday she gave me an avocado. That’s something I’ve noticed here. Even people who don’t have much will give so much. My first night at site I was served a delicious meal, and given tea, coffee, bread and butter – just to start me off. The other night Fred came over with some greens Rita had made. Gladys brought me a chapatti she made one night, and another night Fred brought me mushroom soup he’d made from a mushroom he found (he knows what he’s doing – it was delicious!). Elizabeth, the office assistant, sent me a bag of avocados from her tree and Evely (sp?), the school accountant, is providing me with milk from her cow. Which, after much protestation, I’ve been assured I will not be paying for (it should be about 20 cents/day for the 500mL). <br /><br />Speaking of which, I made cheese! Okay, so it was completely by accident, but it tasted almost like ricotta and was delicious. The milk come fresh every evening, and I usually boil it, have a cup with some spices (pepper, nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves, cardamom, basically Chai, yummy!) and then make oatmeal with the rest the next morning. Well, I wasn’t in the mood for tea, so I left the milk during the day, and then without thinking about it, poured in the new milk and put it on the stove to boil. Not long after starting to cook it had completely separated. I tasted it, and it didn’t taste sour, so I pulled out the PC/U cookbook and looked up how to make cheese – first steps accomplished! I just let it cook a little longer, drained it through cheese cloth (luckily such strainers are common for making passion fruit juice), squished it a bit, and ate it with greens and avocado. Delicious!<br /><br />That’s about it for now – more later. There’s a SESEMAT training in Iganga in May, so I’ll have a more reliable internet connection, at least for a little bit. I hope everyone is well, and many apologies for not writing more. Oh, and many, many apologies for my horrible grammar...<br /><br />I have an address!<br /><br />Rebecca Poore<br />P.O. Box 136<br />Busembatia, UgandaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-57955947686155500632009-04-27T19:00:00.001-04:002009-04-27T19:02:18.424-04:00Becky's Arrived at Her PostingBecky is at her posting, and we spoke with her on Saturday. She’s living on campus, in a guest house. There are several other rooms in the guest house, with other teachers as residents. There’s a space in front of her house with marigolds growing. Becky asked about planting a vegetable garden, but roaming cows, goats and chickens create a problem. There is a chance for a fence sometime in the future. <br /><br />Becky arrived at school just in time for the delivery of report cards, and the students leaving for a month. She’ll spend the time before they return settling in and taking two weeks of training along with other Ugandan teachers in her district. <br /><br />Becky’s assignment will primarily be to teach S-2 (9th grade) biology, which will include nutrition, plants and animals, transport of water and nutrients, and some other things. There is a standardized curriculum with standardized tests. She’ll be teaching four classes. Also, she has a part of the classes for S-5 (12th grade) covering ecology-related topics, with an ecology project, and S-6 (13th grade – it’s a British-system school) covering evolution.<br /><br />The school was private, but is now public. The S-5 and S-6 classes are small – about 15-20 students. These students started before universal education started and pay higher fees. Some of these students are up to 30 years old, having interrupted school to work and save money to pay the fees. The S-1 and S-2 students have come up under the universal education program, pay only about $5 per term, and will continue to pay these lower fees through S-6.<br /><br />The school is very near town and Becky is starting to learn the local shops. One of the staff, an accountant, will take her into town on Tuesday for the full tour. One of the goals is to get a Post Office box; stay tuned for a new mailing address. Also, Becky hopes to find the local internet café. <br /><br />Food is an area of even more interest now that Becky’s cooking for herself. Milk, about a pint, is delivered daily, for 20 cents. From, she’s told, a “good cow.” Milk has to be boiled before drinking. She’s made yogurt, which “kinda-sorta worked.” Some food is very inexpensive: greens and bananas 5 cents, avocados and tomatoes, 10 cents. Oil and butter are somewhat more expensive. Sugar, and anything containing it (candy, cake, etc.), are much more expensive and are a real treat.<br /><br />The economy is pretty much cash, and banks are expensive to use. Becky’s stipend goes into a Ugandan bank. An ATM transaction is 35 cents (more if you use a teller inside), which is relatively high compared to local prices. And interest rates on loans can reach 25%.<br /><br />Barbara (Becky's Mom)Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16618916539655422518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-78994066153881288272009-04-11T09:13:00.008-04:002009-04-13T08:53:45.411-04:00Winding down training, and a trip to Jinja!<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;">So, it's been a while. The internet in town has been down for about 2 weeks now (I think they were switching internet providers), though it just came back Friday! I'm in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Kampala</st1:place></st1:city> at the moment - the Country Director (CD) is having a small Seder at his house tonight, which should be fabulous. Matzoh, haroset, horseradish, and good company; what more could you want?<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>And for those who pay attention to these things, I know that Seder was supposed to be Wednesday night, but it’s more convenient for everyone to come to <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Kampala</st1:city></st1:place> on the weekend.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p><span style="font-family:arial;">Let’s see, what we’ve been up to the last couple of weeks….we had so many interesting technical sessions recently. One was on starting a Village Savings and Loans Association (VSLA) which was very helpful, and seems like a great program. They have great return rates (30-60% in a year) and offer people low interest rate loans (10%, whereas the interest rate for loans from banks is around 25%). Most VSLAs also have an emergency fund which is kept separate and added to equally and can be accessed any time for doctors fees, funeral fees, transport fees, etc. Basically, a small, local insurance agency.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+0;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;">Another was on building a “Rocket Stove” which cooks food more efficiently, and uses wood which is much cheaper than charcoal.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>(see the picture, and my mom’s post – she described it well. Many thanks, Mom!).<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Let’s see….oh, we also had a couple PCVs who are currently teaching in secondary school come and talk to us about teaching here in general, and specifically about alternative disciplines. There aren’t many secondary teachers here yet, as the program only started a year ago, so it was really nice to finally talk to PCVs working in the same area.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;">We also got to talk with representatives from two non-profits here in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Uganda</st1:place></st1:country-region>: Straight Talk and Raising Voices. Straight Talk focuses on HIV and AIDs youth education through radio, newsletters, clubs, and face-to-face interactions. <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>Raising Voices focuses on violence against women and children.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>They’ve been working in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Uganda</st1:place></st1:country-region> for over 8 years, and have seen significant changes in the social climate in terms of violence against women. They’ve only recently expanded to children, and some of the numbers he gave us were astonishing: almost all children in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Uganda</st1:place></st1:country-region> have been subject to at least some form of violence, 20% of girls have been raped, and ~15% of boys have been sexually abused. Both groups sound like they’re doing amazing work, and had some really good advice for interacting with students and encouraging teaching of life skills as well as specific knowledge to both students and teachers. I could go on about both, but their websites are probably more helpful: </span><a href="http://www.raisingvoices.org/"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://www.raisingvoices.org/</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> and </span><a href="http://www.straight-talk.or.ug/"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://www.straight-talk.or.ug/</span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.straight-talk.or.ug/"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;">There were many other tech talks, but this is starting to get really long….we learned about the National Curriculum Development System, sports in school, how to smoke a latrine (very practical), and sundry other useful topics.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;">Outside training, we’ve been getting some good group bonding time.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>We had a ‘sleepover’ last week, with about 12 girls all crashing at Amy’s house for the night. We cooked pasta, made guacamole, no-bake cookies, and watched a movie.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Then, yesterday, we spent a day traveling to different sites in the Jinja area – <st1:placename st="on">Mbarara</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Forest</st1:placetype>, <st1:placename st="on">Sezibwa</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Falls</st1:placetype>, the source of the <st1:place st="on">Nile</st1:place>, and Jinja town itself.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>I really liked <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Mbarara</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Forest</st1:placetype></st1:place>. We went for a nature walk and I finally got a chance to pull out my binocs and bird book. Unfortunately - it was almost noon - so the birds were hard to find. We did see a Black-and-white-cassqued Hornbill, but I ended having much more luck with birds at the <st1:place st="on">Nile</st1:place>.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Our tour guide was so knowledgeable about the birds. He could ID almost every call we heard. I can’t wait to go back for a more extended visit.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>The <st1:place st="on">Nile</st1:place> was fabulous – there was a strong, cool breeze over the water, and lots of birds – Egrets, Cormorants, Herons, Pelicans. It was nice to just sit and enjoy being outside (which is weird to say as I spend so much time outside here…). It was so tempting to just jump in, but the current was strong, and there’s a lot of schistomiosis here, so it sounded like a bad idea all around. Jinja town was really nice, though it’s very obviously a tourist town – extremely clean, and filled with foreigners. It was slightly unnerving, actually.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>I think I’m beginning to understand why everyone says hello, or at least acknowledges our presences in some manner. We really do stand out.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;">As per questions (from my Dad, but I figured they were good questions): 1. Our instructors here are almost all Ugandan, though PCVs and NGO workers who come to give talks usually are not.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>2. We have had very limited contact with the US Embassy.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>I think because both sides are too busy, but also because PC wants to keep us as unconnected from the rest of the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region> government as possible.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><span style="font-family:arial;">That’s about it, I’m off to the Seder, and this is getting long.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>I finally managed to get some pictures uploaded, yay! I hope everyone’s well. Hellos to all!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-11155778328320044452009-04-07T17:41:00.005-04:002009-04-11T14:13:53.585-04:00A bit of NewsTalked to Becky on the phone this morning. Internet has been out for a couple of weeks in her small town, so she hasn't been in touch with anyone. Posting information will be coming next week -- probably Wednesday the 15th. Then the following week it's time to move! Monday to Kampala for meetings, Tuesday a meeting with her counterpart from her posting, and Wednesday on to the real adventure.<br /><br />On Saturday, Becky will head to Kampala with one of her fellow Trainees to join the Peace Corps Country Director at his seder. She's looking forward to the seder, and being in the big city. Look for a long posting from her on Sunday.<br /><br />Her one interesting story was that they built an oven. She sounded very excited. A PCV came in to help. They used the bricks (see posting below) locally made, then used mud as mortar. The mud was mixed with their feet -- "It doesn't get much better than that!" Banana logs serve as molds for the plumbing of the oven. Evidently, they will disintegrate over the next 2-3 weeks, and leave space for the fire, ventilation, etc. All-in-all sounded like quite the event.<br /><br />BarbaraBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16618916539655422518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615360838216743751.post-48125845987300724872009-03-31T21:40:00.003-04:002009-03-31T21:48:11.826-04:00Bricks and AntsMy Mom took me to see where they’re making bricks. I guess we own a small plot of land in the marshy area, down past our house. There is good clay for making bricks there and it’s a source of secondary income – helps to pay the school fees. She said each brick was worth about 130 USh (about 5 cents) and with labor, costs about 70 USh to make. They dig up the clay (when it’s dry so there’s no H2O in the pit) then mix it to the right consistency with their feet, (I think that’s what my Mom said) pack it into tight mold, and stack a huge pile so that there is space (oven like) to start a fire underneath to bake the bricks. The whole structure is covered in mud, cooked, and then people drive up, take what they need, pay, and are off. Very different from good ol' Home Depot. I got to see the huge pile of cooked bricks – about 10,000 my Mom says.<br /><br />While we were hanging around there, I accidentally stood across a line of ants – there are these black ones that determinedly go from A to B (seemingly random locations) and all over you if you happen to interrupt. Unfortunately, they bite. Not like the red ants in the SW, but annoying. My Mom apologized profusely (as if it was her fault . . . ?) but I asked about their names (and have, of course, forgotten it since). She was surprised we only have one word for ant. I said people don’t really like them, avoid them, and have no desire to differentiate, except for red ants (ouch!) and scientists. She told me some are delicacies, as well as grasshoppers, termites, and others. They found it hysterical when I made a face and said most Americans feel similarly. Sometimes it’s a lot of fun to share cultures – everyone with us got a hoot out of it, and the faces I made.<br /><br />From a letter postmarked March 22Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16618916539655422518noreply@blogger.com2