Schoooool's Out. For. Ever...

Well, not forever, but forever for 5C. We had our ups and downs but there was always something to learn inside our classroom and I'm going to miss them.

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There are many times I have been filled with doubts about my ability to teach. It doesn't help that I have endured scathing glares and outright hostility from teachers at the school, particularly when I refuse to do my students' work for them. I must concede, I am unconventional in my methods by comparison to most of the teachers here. I listen to my students.

When they complained about losing half of their PE time to Exhibition preparation, I contacted the PE teacher, I booked the gym and made up games to practice math skills. The kids dubbed it "physical math". We built a rocket ship out of materials from the recycle room to practice geometry. We played cards, had a riddle or idiom of the day and tried to identify the origins of English words (thanks to the interest sparked by "Akeelah and the Bee"). We documented the building of bee hives, researched further when they were abandoned, and dissected abandoned hives and did post mortems on bees.We grew bacteria in petri dishes, played video games and invented the word "plearning". We had a time machine to practice conjugating our verbs and a game show with it's own theme song to stamp out bad grammar.  We had debates on topics like nuclear energy and cheating, we put on plays and had an entire wall devoted to graffiti. 

None of this was in the curriculum or approved of by the Filipino teaching contingent and I was, more often the not, the subject of twittering, malicious gossip that on more than one occasion became the focus of angry staff meetings. And sometimes, often lately, when one or two of my students just doesn't seem to grasp some basic task or idea I've despairingly decided that the Filipino teachers are right, and I really am a failure.

I've been feeling that keenly this last week, after the PYP exhibition. The accusing, castigating attitudes, responses and glares of the teachers, who have been doing my student's work for them all through their primary years, upon seeing what some of my student's culminating projects look like when a teacher says, "I will guide you but I will not do it for you" have, I must admit, left me deflated.

But, I just finished marking our final English test. The last question was a long answer question to assess how well they've mastered writing in an essay format (Intro, topic sentences, supporting paragraphs and conclusion). I had told them it would be a question about a book we've been reading which was met with a chorus of "Awww, Miiissss!!!" So, at the last minute, I changed it.

Write a short essay with the title “Grade Five Was the (choose your own adjective here) Year Ever.” Remember, you will need to support this opinion with examples.

I knew I was leaving myself wide open but, while I got the odd suck up response and quite a few brutally honest responses ("Grade Five Was One of the Most Chaotic Years Ever" was one of my faves)  Ceci's almost made me cry:

Grade Five Was the Coolest Year Ever

I think grade 5 is the coolest year, that's because we had done lots of cool things. Sometimes when we don't like the activity, we make it fun and exciting. One way is to play it in a game, while sometimes we make it a challenging activity. I like challenges and interesting activities, that is why I think grade 5 was the coolest year.

Challenging activities are usually difficulty. Sometimes people think the more challenging it is the more fun it is. That's because we get to think hard, and solve the challenge. To me, challenge is just like a game. We get to play, if we lose the game, it's just the same as failing in a challenge. In 5C, we made activities challenging and we played it in a game. When we play we learn. To me, it's a very cool way to learn.

Some interesting and cool activities we did are time-capsule, doing maths in P.E., scavenger hunt and more. In time-capsule, we get to dig a container/box full of our things, we even write a letter to our future. In maths P.E. we learned maths while playing P.E., which I think is a unique idea. We made reading fun too, especially in dear time. We get to read together and learn new words. When we read Encyclopedia Brown, the detective chapter book, we get to solve the mystery together.

To me, all things we did were cool, unique and interesting because we made learning fun for all. And we made activities challenging and interesting and fun too! 

What I love most about it, aside from the fact that, for a ten year old, she has perfect essay format doesn't she (?) is that "we" did it. Together. All of us. In fact, of all of the responses, only two mentioned me at all ("Ms. Corinne is kind" Ha! I still don't know where they get that from. I'm actually quite evil to them sometimes and I would love to be a fly on the wall when it suddenly dawns on them, in four or five years, how I manipulated them. "Hey, she was totally making that threat up..."). In 5C it was about the students, never about the teacher or her ego or her fears. It was about "we" and "us". For me, it really was about "them" and I'm so glad that that's how most of them feel in the end.

Things You Should Know By Your 35th Year (Or How I Learned That I Still Don't Know Anything)

1) How to Breathe: I am trying to quit smoking for the second time. It's easier this time, but it's still hard.

2) How to Smile: Even though your heart is breaking. Even though it's broken.

3) How to tell a Joke: "Ms. What's the password"
                                "What?"
                                "Exactly"

4) How to Kiss a Sailor: The same way you kiss a pilot only you ought to curse when you come up for air.

5) How to Love: Ask me in another decade.

Ghosts, Goblins and Cultural Relativism

 "I got out of bed today, swear to God I couldn't see my face

I got out of bed today, staring at a ghost...

Well, where'd my body go?

Africa or Mexico?

Well, where'd my body go? "

- Weighty Ghost, Wintersleep

Asia is very superstitious. From fortune tellers to good luck charms and black magic there is a prescriptive action that must be taken to counterbalance the negative effects any previous actions may have stirred and then there are further rites and rituals to counteract the initial antidote and so on ad infinitum. Empiricism is, more often than not, met with skepticism, if not outright scorn.

One of my students warned me, "Ms. You must be careful to wash your..." (she had to pause here and ask the other girls for the correct English word but none of them knew) "ummm, you know the paper between your legs when you get your menster?"

"You mean pads when you menstruate?"

"Yes, yes! You must always wash all the blood from your pad before you trow it or else there is a deevil who will come and suck it and when she do she will be able to find you and she will live in your body."
 
By comparison, when I am accosted in the hallways by inquisitive students about Canadian superstitions, "Uh... well hockey players don't shave their beards before the Stanley Cup playoffs," is usually the best I can do. More often than not this is met with confused stares and students nodding carefully as they slowly back away.

My own students ask me at at least once a week if I believe in ghosts. I still haven't figured out a good answer so I tell them the truth. "Well, I think I've actually seen one or two, but maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me."

"Like how Ms?"

"Like maybe I thought I was awake but really I was still dreaming. Or maybe it was something I ate." A bit of indigestion, right Scrooge?

Indonesians can also be fantastically melodramatic, so when my roommate stopped by my classroom a few weeks ago to tell me a sixth grader had just been escorted down the hall, wailing that she'd seen a ghost in the mirror of the girls bathroom I wasn't really surprised. My own students have been telling me all about the school's ghosts since the day I arrived, including a boy who was their age when he died who can be spotted wandering the halls but mostly in the boys bathroom.

"They're so ridiculous!" the roommate said with a wink and a smile.

I don't know why but I felt suddenly compelled to confess. "Well they can be a bit over the top dramatic can't they, but I don't know, I saw something in the classroom a few weeks ago."

Nicholas had just returned from a trip to Singapore and brought a bag of chocolates to share with the class. I opened them after lunch and we all helped ourselves, myself included though I only had two before I herded them off to their music lesson. I ate two more when I got back to the classroom, gathered up my USB and some paper and went to the IT room to print some worksheets. I brought two more to share with Pak Guntur in the computer lab and then remembered I had forgotten my water so I headed back to class. On the way back I realized I had had too many chocolates, too much sugar.

When I walked into the classroom one of the boys was standing behind the credenza with his back to me, facing my desk. All I could see was the back of his head and shoulders but, while almost all the boys shared the ubiquitous crew cut I judged from the height it must be either Nicholas or Daren. Uncertain which I said sternly, "Hey, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in music class." There was no response but he disappeared.

Now I was getting mad. Not so much at my student, though he knew I didn't take kindly to being ignored, much less playing hide and seek during class time, but more with Ms. Theresa who was constantly sending students back to me when she didn't feel like dealing with them.

"Hey!" I said again as I walked across the class to catch the culprit hiding behind the credenza, "I'm talking to you." But, it turns out, I was talking to myself.

The next week when my kids asked me if I believed in ghosts, I almost forgot myself. "You will never believe what happened...No, wait, I can't tell you that. Never mind."

"What Ms, what?!?!?"

"I can't tell you."

"Awww, why?"

"Because, you would never come back to class again," I laughed.

"Awwww, please?!?"

"On the last day of school at the class party."

The kids can't wait for the last day of school now. As for me, I still don't know if I believe in ghosts.

Seriously

I can never take you seriously

I can never take you home or

To the market either

But, mostly, I can never take you seriously.

All I want is to make nonsense with you

Sweet, silent, noisy nonsense

The kind that leaves no room for

Cryptic, riddled questions or

            Untangled horizons.

You make me want to throw all my work

Into the sea

Where it will churn in the writhing watery depths

beneath us

Promising me, with a gurgling sigh,

That I will never do anything great

I will never do anything worth doing

            And isn’t that plenty enough.

What have words ever done for us anyway?

Symbols on a page, stuttering gongs

Resounding at the event horizon

Of human hands and tongues that heaven knows are

Better suited for more godful things.

And when I reach for yours

I am not searching for your meandering

Lifeline under my fingers

Or the taste of your throbbing pulse pressed against

 my own.

I reach

because we already are;

I already am

And so

are

you.

Pulau Ubin

 I decided to make one final trip to Sing for a grocery run but after trying to mail some post cards discovered it was their election day and everything was closed. Who has elections on a Saturday? Countries with mandatory voting laws apparently.

So I took a five minute bumboat ride to the serene Pulau Ubin Island, which claims to be what Singapore was circa 1960. I enjoyed the 10km hike around the island, despite the jungle heat and mosquitoes, though most visitors rent bicycles from the innumerable shops in the village.

Welcome to Pulau Ubin

Buddhist Temple

PUlau Ubin Kampong in the shadow of the Singapurra skyline

No Traffic, Just Jungle

Chinese Cemetery

This isn't dung, but the result of some industrious burrowing earth worms

Of the few inhabitants along the roads, most seemed to try and make extra money from the dehydrated tourists

This little guy (well relative to the Komodo) refused to leave until I took a picture of him

Muslim cemetery

Chek Jawa Wetlands

Tiptoeing through the mangroves (that's endangered sea grass in the foreground)

Crab Condominiums

Viewing Tower Vista

Snake

Termite Mound

Medicinal Herb Garden/Maze

The Villainous Durian Fruit

Fairer Faucet

“We all need the waters of the Mercy River. Though they don't run deep, there's usually enough, just enough, for the extravagance of our lives.”

-Unattributed (if you know the source please let me know)

The end of the school year is fast approaching and my students are getting ready for their big day, preparing for what's known in IB schools as the PYP exhibition. In their last year of the primary program the students are required to stage what amounts to a science fair for social studies.

One of my groups is studying finite resources, specifically water, so they arranged to visit a water treatment plant. There are no rivers or lakes on the island so all the water used here is collected in man made reservoirs. We do occasionally run out of water though, thankfully, it's never lasted more than two days.

At the end of our tour our guide mentioned to my students that they had a tap on site from which you could actually drink the water. The excitement this generated made it difficult for me not to laugh. I know there's nothing funny about not having access to safe drinking water from a tap, but it was the way we all gathered around this tap, a faucet paparazzi with cameras flashing, video rolling, that struck me as absurd.

None of the kids had their water bottles with them but they insisted I try it. So I gamely put some in my bottle and they all watched expectantly while I took a swig. It was nasty. Like drinking stale bleach with a bit of dirt thrown in. But what can a girl who's so blessed as to come from a country where almost all taps produce safe drinkable water (even if most people do refuse to drink it in favour of bottled water) say except, "Mmmm, that's very good"?

Later that afternoon I had some pretty severe stomach cramps but I kept that where I kept my opinon. To myself.