Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Pictures : Kid Edition!

Kids just want to have fun!
I don't know all of their names, but the girl in the center is Sigh-you, my best friend 
Ousmane. Don't worry, he'd never actually hit me!

Fatime - cutest baby ever
Opposite my House - the neighbor kids!

She did NOT want her photo taken. She was scared of a white person with a big camera 
A brat..but a cute one!

Friday, November 22, 2013

You won't believe what just happened


 You won't believe what just happened

Since arriving in Guinea, the majority of my conversations have begun this way. Even though I should be used to the ridiculous, things here continue to shock me on a daily basis. The most recent bunch of ridiculous events happened this weekend in a series of taxi rides which were...particularly disturbing.
I was leaving my site for my monthly visit in Boké and it started out really well. The car was in decent shape and even the speedometer worked...a fact I regretted later when I could see how fast we were actually going. About half way there, we came across a barrage with gendarmes trying to get us to pull over, but our driver decided that he didn't want to and instead began shouting at them. So, what choice did the gendarme have but to hop on his moto and pull us over. Usually at these roadblocks, they check the id and papers of the driver and passengers (especially white ones) and if everything is in order, they let you continue on your way. Well, because our driver had ticked them off, we sat on the side of the road for half an hour listening to them argue in Susu about bribing them to let us go. Finally, they decided they'd had enough and they let us go. A little ways down the road we stopped for gas. After putting gas in the tank, the driver opened the hood and what he did next was quite shocking. He took a big swig of gasoline, leaned down under the hood, and spit the gas into a pipe leading down into the engine. This happened several times as Kelly and I sat there, jaws on the floor. Done with this appalling task, the driver hopped back into the car and we were on our way. After several minutes we stopped at a bar and the driver went inside. Kelly jokingly said “I bet he is going to pound a beer and then come back” to which I could only laugh. Several minutes later he was back and we continued down the road. It was then that I started to notice the unmistakable smell of beer. Turns out the driver HAD pounded a beer after all and so were were trusting our lives to a drunk taxi driver! Finally, we arrived in Boké. Stressed and emotionally damaged, but all in one piece.
Transportation here is such a joke. All those pictures you see of crap piled sky high, animals and people hanging off the side, it's all true and sadly it's completely impossible to avoid. In fact, on the return trip I was in a 5 seat car with 11 other people! They weren't all adults thankfully, but uncomfortable none-the-less. I don't know what I'll do when I actually have my own seat and am not being squashed between women with professionally child-bearing hips! I'm beginning to see why people in my village only travel when necessary. “We are plain, quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner. I can't think what anybody sees in them.” Although this is taken from the Hobbit, I can just as easily hear it coming from the mouth of my neighbors.
Well, in other news, I've finished two months at site and it's hard to belive it's almost Thanksgiving considering I arrived here the fourth of July. Soon it will be Christmas and after that a brand new year. So even though life here can stink, at least things are moving along.  

Friday, November 15, 2013

Kadiatou's Choses à faire


 Kadiatou's Choses à faire...or Christine's To Do List.

Aside from other volunteers, I'm willing to bet that I'm one of the only people in this country who has heard of a to-do list, much less actually has one. My list usually consists of the following, as well as random 1-time tasks
  • sweep house
  • tuck in mosquito net
  • do dishes
  • haul water
  • treat water
  • drink AT LEAST 1.5 liters of water
  • do laundry
  • charge phone
  • charge computer
  • charge solar charger
  • work on projects to make my house super cool
  • practice Susu
  • teach
  • grade tests/homeworks
  • lesson plan for school
  • read
  • hammock
  • go to the market to buy food
  • cook food
  • write/post blog
  • write letters
  • write in journal
  • take a walk
  • take out the trash
  • take malaria meds
  • take vitamins
  • dump bouille, wash crock pot, return to owner
  • complain to Kelly Barb about Guinea
  • saluer Fatime (adorable child who no longer crys when she sees me)
  • apply sunscreen
  • avoid eating with Guineans
  • avoid creepers

Wow. This makes it look like I actually have a busy life. You'd be amazed at how much time I spend doing nothing!

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Reflections on Teaching in Guinea (Month 1)


 Reflections on Teaching in Guinea (Month 1)

As most of you know, my primary job (and what I went through training for) is to teach math. More specifically, I've been assigned to 9th and 10th grade. My class sizes are larger than I would like with about 46/55 students regularly showing up in 9th and 64/71 in 10th grade. I have students my age as well as students who are married and have kids, and almost every single one of them is bigger than me. The intimidation of that many kids isn't helped by the way in which they answer questions. When I ask a question, I get anywhere from 1 to 64 hands in the air all snapping at me while the owners of the hands shout MADAME, MOI until I've called on someone. As a Peace Corps Education Volunteer, some of my goals include getting through the curriculum, increasing the passing rate of the high school entrance exam at the end of 10th grade, and focusing on improving the education of girls. One might think those are a fine set of goals, but I'm already realizing how next-to-impossible they are becoming. Using the given math curriculum, I plan out nice 2 hour lessons that are ideally completed in the 2 hour class periods. I try to start every class with some kind of background they need for the new material. Well, here is where the problems start. More often than not, the students either never learned the prerequisites, or have completely forgotten them. Therefore, it's easy to spend around half an hour (but up to two hours) re-teaching what they were supposed to learn 1-2 grades before leaving little time to cover the new and required material. For example, in 10th we are on factorizations like 2x(3x+1) – 14(3x+1). Forget that! They couldn't even tell me what the terms 8x and 4 had in common. Due to this lack of retention, I'm already well behind schedule but can't increase the speed of my classes without losing every single one of my students. Let me say that having 9th and 10th graders who still have problems adding and multiplying make it next to impossible to do...well anything, but I'm doing my best. As it is, I have to continue when at least half of the class grasps a topic. The pressure to move on with the material is really on in 10th grade. There is not only a ridiculous amount of information to cover, but a basic knowledge of all of that information is needed to pass the high school entrance exam. I'm often left to wonder if they are learning anything and am worried the majority of the kids will fail. In fact, after the 1st month, less than 25% of my students are passing!
So speaking of failing, the first round of tests are over, and the results were worse than I could have expected. While I have between one and five kids in each class who earned great marks, I gave out an obscene amount of 0's, 2's, 5's...etc. [Note: we use the 0-20 grading scale.] Ironically, I had a lot of kids cheating on the test who ended up getting a zero without me having to take off points for cheating! Cheating is HUGE problem here in Guinea with teachers accepting and ignoring it, and even accepting money and other favors in return for good grades. During my tests, I've had to take some extraordinary measures to prevent it. I give A/B tests to stay the wandering eye. I make them clear their desktops of anything but a single pen and single sheet of paper. They have to do the scratch work on the back because if I let them have another sheet, they will write formulas or example problems on it. If they talk, I automatically take 5 points off their test. Finally, because of the no-talking rule, they must clear their desks of the rulers and white-out pens they love to share. For any infraction, it's minus 5 points the first time and a 0 the second time, at which point they are asked to leave the class. So this brings me to a funny story. During my last test, I took 5 points off a kids test for using his white out pen. After I turned around, he then whited out where I had taken off the points thinking somehow that would fool me! The kids complained loudly about the no ruler or white-out rule. These kids would rather not write anything then chance making a mistake. This even goes for their notebooks, so copying things from the board becomes a painstakingly slow process. I lecture them constantly about how it's not necessary to have perfect notebooks and how I would rather them try to do the exercises rather than waiting to copy the right answers from the board, but it falls on deaf ears.
All things considered, I do have several kids who pick up a lot of what we do in class. I also have kids who always volunteer, but never get anything right. In the back corner, I've got these two clowns who always try the exercises and come up with the weirdest wrong answers. They argue with each other saying things like “It's like this right Madame? It's not like he did it right Madame? I can't fault them on their effort. Instead I can only hope things click someday.
All of this writing and I haven't even mentioned language yet. Student comprehension is further limited by my French and my occasional inability to explain myself in different ways. Add to that the fact that even the students are still learning French so a perfect explanation can easily go over their heads. It feels like every way in which school operates sets these kids up to fail and has been really discouraging.
Bon. [Note: Bon has become a great, albeit overused, filler word in class.] All of that covers math class, but I also teach 9th and 10th grade english. This is the first year they are doing english at the middle school level and as such, I have 0 guidelines and no curriculum to work from. So far that has actually been nice because I can do whatever I want and run the class in a fun and relaxed manner that I could never have for math class. Pretty much all the students love English class and actively participate. Unfortunately, English is the last period of the day so it's hot and the kids get really antsy. They get really noisy and are hard to keep under control. The last time I taught english, I was hot, tired and already fed up with the rowdiness of the kids. I was trying to teach them “How do you say _____ in English?” so that they could formulate questions with that sentence. No matter what I said, they didn't understand, so finally I wrote the translation on the board IN SUSU and read it aloud. I immediately dropped the chalk, swiveled around, and walked out of a room that went from stunned silence to gasps and shouts of astonishment. It felt like that scene in an action movie where the hero walks always from whatever blows up in the background. Not something my students will soon forget!


And there you have it. Teaching in Guinea. The first in what should be several installments over the next two years as I gain experience and my opinions change. As always, thanks for staying tuned!

Friday, November 8, 2013

This house is not a home

...yet! I've started a series of home improvement projects since my arrival and I'm proud to say that 2 are finished! First, I asked the village carpenter to make me a dresser. I drew a nice diagram and everything and this is what I got…


Not exactly what I wanted! I was told that making a dresser was impossible in Guinea (aka he's too lazy) and so I ended up with a series of hooks. I then took empty toilet paper rolls I had been saving and combined with duct tape and string made some hangers! So it wasn't a total fail. At least some of my clothes have finally made it out of my suitcase.


The second project is the following

I bought a painting during training and wanted to hang it. I then cut up some plywood and colored the pieces with chalk and/or sharpies and put up all my pictures. Isn't it cute?

Future projects include things like curtains, place mats, coasters, shelves and decorating my kitchen. Petit à petit! I'm pretty sure I already have the most arty house in the entire village.

Monday, November 4, 2013

A Series of Unfortunate (and Discouraging) Cultural Clashes


Imagine the worst gossiper you've ever met. Now, combine that with that one neighbor who always has to know your business. Finally, imagine 3600+ people worse than that all living in the same place and who, apparently, have chosen you as their sole topic of conversation. It's more than enough to drive one crazy. I can't walk out your front door without everyone demanding to know where I am going and why. If I manage to get through that, no matter where I go, everyone will scream at me saying things like FOTE. A word here which means white person, or really anybody who is foreign. Just being different isn't enough. They feel the need to point that out at every opportunity. I can't do simple things like hang up a hammock without it becoming a village affair. If in fact I do manage to get it up, people will ridicule me and scream my name until I respond to them. The people here discuss everything I do at great length, and usually point out why (or how) it's wrong. I get yelled at for what I eat for breakfast (apparently eating bread without drinking coffee invites constipation, and eating banana's “c'est pas bon”), for not taking my bike to school, and my personal favorite, I've bee yelled at for being sick! They try to control every aspect of my life not even trying to imagine what I'm going through. How do I know they aren't trying to imagine? They always tell me to forget about the US and my family because life here is “really sweet” and “there shouldn't be any problems”. In addition, they take every chance they get to tell me how horrible my Susu is and ask why I can't speak it like the guy who was here before me. Due to this, my motivation for learning Susu has been declining rapidly. They ridicule my Susu in front of their friends, and point out that I can't speak the language. They also love to use it as a tool to make me uncomfortable asking me direct questions like “Do you want me?” “No? Well, why not? Do you hate all black men?” I've occasionally expressed how much this bothers me to people who speaks French, but they even turn that against me. Ironically, they give me such a hard time about not knowing the language, yet even when I say things right, they criticize it and proceed to say exactly what I just said. They don't want me to be right, but they want me to speak the language. What do these people expect from me? People are constantly coming up to me and demanding (not asking) that I give them money, my cellphone, or even a visa to the United States. They have 0 boundaries and have no respect for me. I realize that a lot of it is cultural, but a big chuck is because I'm white and an easy target. Maybe they feel like they can get away with more? That being said, I am seriously convinced that every guy in the country becomes creepy at a young age and that they never grow out of it. I've had 6th graders hitting on me this week! Finally, people are always “helping” me. It's not a nice, hey do you need a hand, but rather it's them grabbing what is in my hands and doing it for me. They do this even when it's obvious I'm not struggling and can do it just as well (or better) than them. I asked a Guinean about this and he said it's because I can't do things for myself. When I gave an example of a situation where it was obvious I could do it, he didn't have an explanation so he resorted to laughing at me and shaking his head; something they do very well here. Again, it's a completely different world here and the culture is different, but it's made adjusting (especially recently) to life here really hard and often makes me question and reconsider the fact that I'm here.