Monday, November 19, 2012

Observations from the Staff Room


As a child I always wondered what it would be like if life was like a musical. Wouldn’t it be great if people just randomly broke out into songs that everyone around them somehow knew? Everyone in Disney movies always looks like they are having so much fun as they run around town singing and dancing their cheery little songs. What Disney failed to show were all the people standing on the streets that had to listen to them singing for hours on end while all they wanted to do was get some work done. My staff room is like a musical sometimes, and it makes me want to bash my head against the table until I can’t hear the singing any more. When I first arrived at site I thought it was so cool when they stared singing, mostly because I thought they were doing it for me to show some of their culture. Now I realize that it is their way of putting off their paperwork for a few…hours. You can’t grade papers when you are singing and dancing around the room. While I am still impressed that everyone in the room, besides me, knows the words to every song that someone starts, and the same dance moves, I have realized that 15 people singing at the top of their lungs in a room just big enough to seat said 15 people my ears want to burst after the first song. This past week my school started their end of the year exams. They do it a little different than we do back in the US, and it turns out that here they end up having a lot of down time, that is therefore filled by song and dance. Each day the learners take one exam between 9am and 11am. After that they are free to go while the teachers remain at school until the end of the day. Apparently as long as the teachers are at school for the full day, it still counts as a full day of school even though the learners aren’t there. So the hours between 11am and 2:35pm have turned from a time to grade papers to a time to sing until you can’t sing anymore. To say I am a bit annoyed would be putting it lightly. As much as I love a good Glee episode, I will probably kill someone if I come home to find that it is now appropriate to break out in song and dance back in the US.

In my endless hours hanging out in the staff room over the last few weeks I have also discovered that we have a very different view of food in the United States than here is South Africa. I cannot count the number of times that I have been told I don’t eat enough. On Thursday I brought a container of scrambled eggs with mushrooms, onions, and zucchini, as well as two apples for lunch. I usually eat an apple around 10am, my main lunch at 11:30am, and another apple close to 2pm. After being told the previous day that I need to eat more, I tried to take note of what the other teachers are throughout the day. This is what I observed of one teacher, but the others were all pretty similar. 8:30am, tea (with 3 HUGE spoons of sugar!) with 8 slices of bread with butter. No joke, she ate 8 slices of white bread like it was nothing. 10am, a serving size bowl of rice topped with a mystery meat stew with a side of creamed spinach. The schools make lunch for all the learners every day, and most of the teachers end up eating a serving that is about triple the size of what the learners get. Noon: more tea with lots of sugar and 4 fat cakes. Fat cakes are a favorite of the teachers at my school, and are basically deep fried dough balls. They are about the size of my fist and are pretty similar to elephant ears but without the sugar and cinnamon. 2pm: more tea and sugar and one apple. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I had noticed that people here ate way more than I did, but I never realized exactly how much more, and how much of what they were eating was carbs until I really watched. I now see how they thing my egg scramble and two apples isn’t very much food, but watching someone eat basically the whole loaf of bread in one sitting makes me want to throw up rather than eat more.

For the most part, the staff room is where people go to either eat, or sing, sometimes eat and sing at the same time. There are a few teachers that seem to use their free periods to actually grade homework and exams, but they are few and far between. This week I offered to help grade the math exams that the learners just took so that I could get an idea of where they were at before I start teaching in January. I graded what I could while at school and trying to focus over the Congo line that was taking place around the table, and then I took what I didn’t finish home. The next day teachers were shocked that I not only took work home with me, but that I had finished grading 54 exams by the next day (to be honest it wasn’t that hard seeing as the majority of every exam was blank, but it still took a few hours). When I explained that in the US it is very common for people to take work home with them, one of my teachers asked me if we ever sleep. Apparently it is unheard of for someone to grade their exams by the next day, and no one seemed all that pleased that I was able to complete the impossible. My first reaction was to make a snarky comment about how they would be amazed how much you can get done when you shut up and focus, but luckily I was able to hold my tongue. I have noticed that my sarcastic sense of humor isn’t understood here so I am betting that my snarky comments would just get me in trouble. As much as I really like most of the staff here, I have a feeling over the next two years I am going to become really good at smiling but tuning people out at the same time.  

Random Learning Experiences


Random things I have learned in South Africa.

11.      Cockroaches might possibly be the creepiest bugs on the planet. They are huge for a bug, they are ridiculously fast, they can crawl up walls, and it is basically impossible to kill them. I sprayed on with Doom (the most powerful bug spray I have ever seen) and then smashed it with my flip flop and the next morning it was trying to escape the trash bag! I never understood why people always said cockroaches will be the only things to survive nuclear war, but now I get it.

22.      Doing laundry by hand totally sucks. One, it takes forever. Two, how are your clothes ever supposed to dry when it rains for three weeks straight? It doesn't matter if you hang them randomly all over your room, when it is cold they start smelling like mildew before they ever dry and then you just have to wash them all over again. Three, it hurts. By the time you are done scrubbing all your clothes in a bucket you have no skin left on your knuckles. By the time I leave in two years I am going to have super scary old lady looking hands, and the only way to prevent it is to wear dirty clothes for two years.

Random side note: the first time I did laundry in my rural village my host mom told me that it was not appropriate for me to wash my underwear all at once. Apparently I’m supposed to wash each pair every morning after my bucket bath. I’m not gonna lie, I am way too lazy to do that seeing as I already wake up at 5:30 am to take my bucket bath, so I now have to wash all my underwear in my room in secret, which makes me feel strangely scandalous.

33.      Public transportation in a 3rd world country is the scariest thing I have ever experienced. The cars that we are crammed in are so old that I’m worried they will fall apart if we hit a bump. Even if there are seat belts  there are so many people shoved into one seat that you wouldn't possible be able to use them, and all the gogos (grandmothers) would look at you like you are crazy. On my last taxi ride I was stuffed in the back between two very very large women, who were both enjoying a meal of fried chicken and fries while we were waiting for the taxi to fill. By the time they driver got enough people in the back to be satisfied I was basically buried between peoples bags and the arms of the ladies next to me. Honestly riding on these taxis makes me want to go on a serious diet, because maybe if I was thinner I would have a little more breathing room. Then when I really think about it, it probably wouldn't help, because the gogos here are sadly extremely overweight, and even if I lost 20lbs I would still come out of the taxi feeling like I had been crushed.

44.      Being able to saw is an extremely useful skill. Hand washing clothes is not a gentle process, and eventually they start to fall apart at the seams. Luckily, if you had an amazing mom growing up who taught you the basics of sawing (thanks mom!!!) you don’t have to spend your small Peace Corps allowance on new clothes! I ripped my favorite pair of yoga pants my fist week at site and almost started crying. Then I remembered I had black thread in my little sawing kit and I stitched those yoga pants right up. I only brought one pair, so I would have not been a happy camper if they were ruined.

55.      Fridays will forever be renamed Fat Fridays in my book. Fridays are the only day that I get to go into town and go grocery shopping. It is also the only day that I am able to meet up with the closest volunteer to me. When you only go to the store once a week, and you have to be able to carry all of your groceries back home on the taxis, you really narrow down what you buy. This basically means that I have gotten really good at buying only the essentials, and forgo the snack foods I used to buy back home. I have my weekly shopping list, and I never buy anything that is not on that list. For someone who loves having snack foods, this has made for a rough transition during the week. So my friend Krista and I have decided that when we meet in town every Friday we are going to indulge on the things we don’t have during the week before we get all of our groceries. This has translated into going to KFC (the only restaurant in town) and getting milkshakes and fries, and then getting a bar of chocolate at the store. I think that if we are pretty much eating rice, oats, and vegetables 6 days a week, going all out one day won’t kill us. We have also become friends with the people working at the local KFC, and they always seem very excited to see us, so we wouldn't want to disappoint our new friends by eliminating Fat Friday.