Selamat Sore, teman-teman dan Keluarga!
After Saturday's post, I received a lot of words of encouragement, and a lot of reassurance about prayers being sent my way. I also discovered that the post was a bit distressing to some of the family in particular, and I want to assure you, Grandma, that I am ok! If this was easy, I'd be suspicious that I was missing the point. There's a song that I love (skip this next part of my blog if you're not into cheesy lyrical quoting), and the chorus goes, "You said 'I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse. If the burden seems too much to bear, remember the end will justify the pain it took to get you there.'" While I wouldn't use the words "broken heart" to describe my feelings, I think there's a more general truth to those words- that God has to break us down before He build us up again, and that when we look back on it, we'll see the growth that came out of the hard times. I'm for the better for the challenges that I'm working through, and I am blessed to be working through them with such a strong support network standing behind me.
Things have been going really well these last few days, and some really new and really fun experiences have happened to me! Allow me to share...
First of all, going back to last week, I realized that we did not just do the mall on Sunday- we went to an engagement party! Not intrigued? Let me tell you about it. The bride-to-be is a daughter of two doctors, which means that they are quite well off. In Indonesia (or at least in Java), engagements and weddings are BIG deals, and are celebrated to the max. This event could be described in no other way. We drove up to the hotel, and the first thing we saw was about 8 HUGE, brightly coloured banners from various companies and organizations, extending their congratulations to the happy couple. I have no clue what happens to those things after that day. We walked under a massive canopy of flowers, and inside the lobby, there were multiple guest books that could be signed, and decked-out women standing behind them. They were all dressed in the same dress, so they looked something like bridesmaids (maybe they will be the bridesmaids). Finally, we were inside the hall, and... I don't even have the words to describe it. It was more lavish than any wedding I've ever seen. There was a film crew and a camera crew. EVERYTHING- even the air conditioning units- was decorated, and there were people everywhere! I've learned that a big difference between weddings and parties in North America and weddings and parties here is that you don't exactly have to be invited to go. One invitation is good for 4 or 5 people, whoever they may be. I'll explain what that looks like when I tell you about the wedding I attended this past weekend.
The way these parties often work is that there are food booths that you can walk up to and just take food from. I counted thirteen different ones at the engagement party- goat, lemon chicken, ribs and potatoes, gelato, and so much more. People came in and out, eating and chatting, and wishing the couple all the best. The couple- the bride-to-be in particular- was probably the biggest shock. She was dressed in an incredibly ornate white gown, complete with gloves. Her hair and makeup were professionally done, and she looked more fancy than any bride on her wedding day. I don't know how she is going to outdo herself for her wedding! We left the engagement party and received a party favour (an ice cream bowl), and headed to the mall after that. I was just so blown away by the whole affair. It put any party I could ever throw, to shame.
Anyways, moving forward to this week thus far. On Sunday, I went to church, and after church, we went out for lunch with my host family. Our plan was to go see some temples afterward, but then it started to rain, so we changed our plans to- wait for it- the mall! An unexpected surprise was that Jason, who was spending the day in Semarang, ended up coming to the same mall (there are 5 or 6 in Semarang), and we hung out in the Shampoo isle of the Carrefour (similar to a Wal-Mart), just chatting for about half an hour. It's always nice to see SALTers, especially since they feel so much like family here, and Jason is always a cheery and enthusiastic face to see. He was particularly excited on Sunday because he had spent the morning in a mosque, cutting up meat. Sunday was Eid al-Adha (though it has a bit of a different name here, I cannot remember), a Muslim holiday. In the words of wikipedia, "Eid al-Adha ("Festival of Sacrifice" or "Greater Eid") is an important religious holiday celebrated by Muslims worldwide to commemorate the willingness of Abraham to sacrifice his son Ishmael as an act of obedience to God before God intervened to provide him with a sheep to sacrifice instead." On Sunday, thousands of cows and goats were slaughtered in or near mosques, and the meat given to people. The goat market around the corner was absolutely packed full with goats in the days leading up to the holiday. I swear I could hear the bleating of dying goats the night before, and, while I did not witness it firsthand, Nicole told me that it was a scary sight to behold. I was told that they slit the throat and then wait for the animal to die, and that sometimes the animal runs off in a panic after the throat has been slit, spilling blood everywhere. It... is not an event that I feel too torn up about missing out on. Jason, however, thoroughly enjoyed cutting up the meat, and told me that his clothes were covered in blood afterward. Nice.
On Sunday night, I was invited to a traditional Chinese wedding in Java. As I mentioned earlier, an invitation is good for more than just the person whose name is on the invitation, and the hall was set for about 1000 guests. I don't think it filled completely, but it was pretty close! A typical wedding includes entertainment between each course of food, and food is served family-style, on one big platter. The entertainment was a group of 4 girls who danced in different costumes between the six courses of traditional Chinese food. Indonesians really love bling (a friend told me this, but it is an easy conclusion to draw), and there was no shortage of it at the wedding- dresses were covered in sparkles, there were coloured strobe lights everywhere, and even the wedding cake (fake) was lit up and sparkly (and adorned with snowmen, which is always funny to see in a hot country). The most memorable part of the wedding for me, was when my friend suggested I join her to take a picture with the bride and groom. I was very reluctant, but she was persistent, and so I joined her. The second I got up on stage, the MCs started to tease me, though I couldn't tell because I couldn't understand them. Then they asked me where I live (a common question here, and they like specifics!) and then had me say congratulations to the bride and groom. With the film crew glued to me, I said a congratulations to the bride and groom (in the fastest English I could possibly speak, to ensure that no one understood me) in front of nearly 1000 people, and- red faced- got my picture taken and then hurried offstage. It was awkward, but made for a memorable evening! I was told that usually a foreigner is made to sing or dance, so I actually got off pretty easy. I also learned that the SECOND you are done eating, the wedding is over. I literally was lifting the last spoonful of "Es Buah" to my mouth when my table stood up and said it was time to go.We shook hands with the bride and groom, and we were home before 9PM!
On Monday morning, I headed up to Salatiga, picking up Nicole on the way, and we spent the day at Karen and Major's, baking brownies, talking, and watching a movie. We took a bus home, Nicole getting off in Ungaran, and I continuing on to Semarang. My prayers for some independence were answered- I was allowed to ride the bus home independently, and that just made my week! I like the challenge of learning new things, and I love that feeling of success when something new like that goes smoothly. The angkota driver tried to charge me extra (a common trick used against us poor bules- foreigners), but I have been in the country long enough to know what the bus fare is, and could communicate well enough to tell him so. He looked a bit sheepish as he drove off.
Today I was at the school, and then I spent the afternoon making travel plans for my parents and sister, who- if all goes smoothly- will be coming in December! I am unbelievably excited for them to come, and to have someone from home who will understand the people and places that I talk about. My dad is supposed to come 10 days before my sister and my mom, and right now, I'm just so excited to hang out in Java with my dad for 10 days. My mom and my sister are supposed to be coming on the 23rd (in time for Christmas!!!) and our family is scheduled to sing a song at church on Christmas Eve. We are planning on heading to Salatiga on the 26th, and then on to Yogyakarta for 5 days, beginning on the 27th. They fly out again on January 1st, which means I have nearly 3 weeks to spend with my dad, and nine days with my whole family. I cannot fully express how much I am looking forward to their visit!!
Tonight I have music practise at the church, and tomorrow begins my Wednesday-Saturday stretch of craziness. I am a bit more prepared this week, which should help keep my stress down, and allow me to get a bit more sleep, which was part of what contributed to my downfall last week.
Thanks for reading another pictureless post! I'm going to stop promising pictures, and let them just be a nice surprise if and when they come, because as of now, I do not know when I will get the opportunity to post more!
Lots of love,
Ellery
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Highs and Lows... and Lower Lows
Hey there Everyone!
Once again, I have allowed quite a bit of time to go by in between posts! On the plus side though, I have a week’s worth of experiences, and I can sift through them, weed out the boring experiences, and perhaps provide you with a more interesting post as a result.
Saturday of last week was once again the day that I was responsible for English lessons at the TK (kindergarten). The week before, I had painstakingly drawn and cut out 55 shirts, shorts, shoes, skirts, belts, and people for the kiddies to colour and, in the case of the people, paste clothes to. I had run out of time to actually complete the activity that day, but there was no way on earth that all that work was going to waste, so the kids made the puppets last week. I didn’t exactly time it perfectly (the puppet-making went 45 minutes past the allotted 30 minutes) but they seemed to enjoy it, and perhaps they learned a little something from it too.
While I’m on the subject, let me just say a huuuuuge thank-you to every single one of my elementary school teachers, particularly Mrs. Pyle, Mrs. Fowler, and Mrs. Edgar, who set me out on the right track back in kindergarten and grade one. I have a newfound respect for teachers- it is a hard job. I’ve always known it isn’t easy, but man, the time that you have to put into it in order to be one of those really memorable and effective teachers is astounding. I’m guessing that it must get easier over time, as you settle into a groove, but still! After 16 years straight of school, I thought that this year would be a bit of a break... instead, my current stress levels rival the stress that I feel the night before an exam that I haven’t properly studied for! One enormous blessing is that the kids in the TK are a dream to teach. Every one of them is enthusiastic and excited to learn. They have so much patience with me as I struggle to explain things to them in Bahasa Indonesia. They eagerly learn songs, they ask for stories and they gasp in excitement every time I turn a page, and they are always willing to participate wholeheartedly in any activity I plan. I couldn’t ask for a better group of kids.
Last Saturday evening was the weekly youth service, and it was followed by ice cream, which is a rare treat. My host family had specifically instructed me not to eat too much of it, as we would be going out for dinner afterwards, and man, did we ever go out for dinner! It was my host sister’s birthday, and we went to her favourite restaurant- S2- to celebrate. S2 is a Chinese/Japanese/Western restaurant cluster, with a common outdoor eating area. You can also order off of any menu no matter which restaurant you’re sitting in. It was all lit up, and it was quiet (or rather, devoid of street noise), which is a rare find in Semarang. It was such a nice evening, and one that I really needed after a busy week.
Sunday is a church-and-mall-walking-day for my host family, and we did just that- went to church, and then headed to the mall to do some walking about. I’m not the world’s biggest shopper, but they say that they do it for the exercise, and I am more than happy for some “exercise” opportunities here. I lack the same opportunities to walk and ride my bike like I did in Salatiga, and I miss it a lot!
Monday was my day off, and I used it to go to Salatiga to visit Ibu Christin and the boys, drop by the office, make some Kraft Dinner, and hang out with Laura. She came back with me to Semarang, and we spent the evening at the mall (yes, by choice! Shopping is the big thing here), and ended our adventure with a trip to Pizza Hut. She ended up spending the night, and we had a quiet evening at my house, watching Harry Potter before heading to sleep. We also made a list of everything that is stressing us out here, and then reasons why we needn’t stress so much. As you will read, though, putting the ideas into practice is proving more difficult than I thought.
Laura accompanied me to school on Tuesday morning, and heard my TK-B class sing Away in a Manger (my biggest accomplishment thus far in my teaching career), before she headed back to Kopeng, where she is serving this year. From the moment she left, my emotional state- which had really been teetering on the brink of mental breakdown- tipped too far one way, and I slid right down into what could be the most negative mental state I have ever found myself in. I got through the rest of the day, as well as the events of the evening. I did get invited out for supper by Indonesian friends, which was my first invitation to do something just for fun, and I was grateful for it.
Still, despite that, I slept horribly that night, and woke up early to talk to Andrew, which resulted in him listening to me bawl for an hour about all of the stresses that I am feeling right now. (Sorry, Andrew!) We ended the call right before I had to go to school, and I got to school with a puffy face, and red eyes. I was asked to pray that morning, and it was probably the shortest prayer in the history of prayers (one teacher hadn’t even gotten her head completely bowed yet), and the combination of everything led the teachers to question my emotional state. Now let me just say that, under normal circumstances, I consistently employ the “I’m a Mennonite, and I’m a Penner” mentality, and I highly value my ability to put on a brave face despite what my true feelings may be. But these are not normal circumstances, and so when one teacher asked me if I’d like to take the day off, I said, “yes.” She went and talked to the principal, and the principal felt so bad for me that she started crying and then I was crying and it was just a big crying mess. She one-upped the offer for the day off, and asked me if I’d like to go to the beach (not actually a beach, but that is the word they use for Marina) for the day. Since my pride was already shot (today, three days later, there are still people at the church asking me if I’m still sad, and that I shouldn’t cry), I eagerly accepted the invitation. The principal made a few arrangements, and within ten minutes, the two of us were off to the beach for the day.
The beach day started out completely normal, and extremely relaxing. The principal stopped and picked us up some snacks, and we just sat by the water, eating and chatting about the fishermen and the crabs and the port (Semarang is a Port city). A turn for the… more unique (I won’t say worse because rock bottom happened that morning already) happened about two hours into our day. I noticed small boats driving around along the shore, and asked about them. The principal asked me if I’d like to go out on one, and I said “heck yes I would!” so off we headed towards the docks. When we got there, however, there were no people, and only a few big boats left. Our fallback plan was to get some fruit from a passing vendor (they go around with a cart, and cut up the fruits that you want and make you a fruit platter!) and sit at the docks and watch the fish.
About 45 minutes later, a group of people walked our way. The principal said something to me, but I didn’t understand anything except that these people were from the church. As they approached, the principal stood and greeted them. They talked for a minute, and then the principal told me that they were going out on a boat, and would I like to join? Well of course, I said yes! I thought nothing of the fact that it was mid-morning on a Wednesday (an odd time for a boat tour, particularly a boat tour taken by those who live in the city), and that one lady was holding a small clay pot in her hands.
I eagerly clambered aboard the (massive and extraordinarily unwieldy) boat, and found a place to sit. I felt the most content that I had in days, and thoroughly enjoyed our departure out of the harbor. We chugged along in this big wooden boat for about ten minutes in what I thought was blissful silence, before the principal said to me, “Ok, we’re going to pray now.” Pray now? I thought, What could we possibly need to pray for at this moment? Well it turns out that that jar had more significance than I originally thought- it held the remains of the husband/father of the people on the boat, and we were out at sea to spread his ashes. Mortified, I did the only thing I could do- join the prayer circle, and then quietly observe as the ashes were scattered. I was then invited to partake in the throwing of flowers, and given that I really didn’t have an excuse not to (I was on a boat out in the ocean, you see) I accepted the invitation, and joined in tossing rose pedals out to sea. Afterward, I quietly sat back down, waiting for the boat to circle the scattered ashes a few times before heading back to the dock. I muttered a “thank you for letting me join” (just to ensure that the experience could be made as awkward as possible), and the people from church headed off.
I learned quite a bit from this experience. For one, the surrealism of it made me completely forget my homesickness, which was a real bonus. For another, I learned about customs and rituals related to funerals here in Indonesia. Most importantly though, I learned yet again how incredibly community-oriented the people are here. In Canada, no way would anyone outside the family be allowed on that boat. Here, I was welcomed wholeheartedly, and even invited to participate in the ceremony. I’m not sure that I needed to learn it that way, but at the very least, it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that really tops the “I must be dreaming” feeling I had at the Dolphin show last Friday.
The week settled back into a normal schedule after Wednesday’s little episode. I taught at the TK, as well as at Compassion (where I learned the hard way about the importance of organization and preparation) and at Ichthus FM. I acquired a new teaching position at the Gloria Patria Church, which gives me an opportunity to spend time with a former IVEPer, meet some more kids, and enjoy dinner with an English-speaking crowd. It is really nice to have that chance every so often.
Today I taught TK, where I was rewarded for the hard work I put into making puppets to accompany the book “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” (34 puppets in total). The kids LOVED it, and I think it was an easier concept than last week’s activities. We went shopping in the afternoon, and then I went to church for youth tonight. I was invited out a second time after that, to just hang out, head to the mall, and eat ice cream and nasi goreng (fried rice). I got home late, and talked with my family for a bit. That brings me to this moment!
I’m off to bed! I REALLY hope to get pictures up soon! Sorry, everyone!
Love,
Ellery
Friday, October 28, 2011
Just Another Week...
Hey Everyone!
I was reading the blog of my friend Jake (who is also on SALT this year, serving in Chad), and was inspired to write RIGHT NOW (at 10:38PM) about some of the goings-on in my life. He doesn't update his blog as often as me as his opportunities are fewer, but his writing is incredibly descriptive. I spent the last hour reading all his posts, loving the opportunity to consider the differences and similarities between our positions. If you get a chance, check it out: http://www.nothingfancypettigrew.blogspot.com/
Today it struck me how... normal the "abnormal" is becoming. I started off my day with a grilled peanut butter and nutella sandwich, which my host mom got up early to make me. The gestures of kindness on part of my host community are too plentiful to keep track of, and are far too often overlooked by my self-centred self, but I need to make note yet again of how incredibly blessed I am to be here.
I walked to school, as usual. The walk is about four minutes, but when I look at it objectively, it's a bit of an adventure! The road is insanely busy in the morning, as there are several schools nearby, all of which seem to start at 7AM. It seems that the typical "flow" of the traffic ("flow" having a very different meaning here than in Canada) gives way to complete chaos, as motorcycles, buses, and cars jostle for the best spots to drop off their kids. I have to cross this road every day, and I've learned that I have to be really attentive and strategic in where I stand to wait to cross, and in how I cross. The conclusion I've come to is that it is unwise to stand within 10 metres of either side of a school entrance, and it is even more unwise to try to cross in front of motor bikes. That means I often wait for a few minutes until a car finally comes along, lacking the same pickup speed as a motorbike, and thus providing me with the opportunity to cross the road halfway. The other half is usually a bit easier- people swerve to avoid me, or stop altogether.
I arrive at school in time for morning prayers, which I've been asked to lead on several occasions. Praying out loud has never been something I'm comfortable with, and that is one way that I have been stretched. Today I made the effort to pray in Bahasa Indonesia, and this made the teachers extremely happy, and put me on their good side (a good thing too, because about an hour later, I accidentally closed the door on a teachers' finger, and she handled it with an extra dose of grace and forgiveness).
At 7:00, I went with Ibu Ratih to her TK-B class, which I do 3 times a week. Today was a huge breakthrough day in the teaching of "Away in A Manger", and I was overjoyed when I heard some kids singing it to themselves later, as they were colouring. They are SO cute when they sing it- so much gusto (which fades towards the end of the song, as they are less familiar with those lyrics), and even more enthusiasm with the actions. "The Little Lord Jesus" would break his neck if he were truly being rocked by those 5 year olds.
This morning was a special morning because we went to see a traveling dolphin show! Growing up near Marineland, I know very well how a stationary dolphin show operates. I was curious as to what the traveling version would look like. The lesson I have had to relearn the most often is to have lowered expectations... We arrived at the "lumba-lumba" (Dolphin) show location, and stood waiting for the doors to open. Do you ever have moments in life where you look around you and say to yourself, "Is this a dream? This is too surreal to be real life right now!" That was pretty much what the pre-dolphin show wait was like. Across the walkway was a tank with huge inflatable boats being driven in circles by a young girl wearing a head covering. The speakers were blaring a child-sung version of happy birthday in Bahasa Indonesia (and when I say blaring, I mean that the speakers were shaking... it could be heard for miles, but we stood about 5 feet from them). I was with all these people I don't know very well, waiting for a traveling dolphin show to begin, watching random children spinning about in inflatable boats, listening to "Selamat Ulang Tahun" in a little town in Indonesia. What are the odds of that kind of combination? Luckily, the doors opened eventually, and the great mystery of the traveling element of the show was revealed. (There was nothing special about it, except that the pool was smaller, and lined with plastic.) The show lasted for about an hour, and afterward, we got to pet the dolphin, which was a first for me! I actually got really excited about that!
We came home afterward, and I had a nice afternoon break before heading to teach at Compassion. They informed me yesterday that I would be teaching from now on- an hour and a half, to an age range of five to thirteen (though when I got there today, all the kids were between nine and thirteen, which was much more manageable). I had no idea where to start with teaching English- this is probably my biggest challenge right now (I always have a challenge or two going on here)- and I had no idea how to fill an hour and a half with activities that would interest such a broad range. Somehow I pulled it off though, and we enjoyed some rounds of "What Time is is, Mr. Wolf?" or "Mr. Wolf, What Time is it?" (somehow the translation got mixed up) and sang a bunch of songs, and before I knew it, the time was up! We all ate dinner together, and were about to go home, when a massive thunderstorm swept in, and kept us there for another 45 minutes. The power was lost too, so we lit candles. Something about this experience was really wonderful. There were girls who had been learning to make crafts, and one of them gave theirs to me when they were done (a little tree, all decorated). I was really touched by the gesture, and am now proudly displaying the tree on my bookshelf, as one of my few decorations.
That was just today! The last few days have all had their share of adventure. On Tuesday night, I led Share N Care again, and Pak Paul brought bread and Hani brough jus buah for me (that being a sweet juice with many fruits mixed in it).
I was taken out for dinner on Wednesday night, by an English teacher, her husband and daughter, and Debora, a former IVEPer. The English teacher has hosted SALTers before, and because of her and Debora, I got an evening to speak only English and be understood, and to really feel emotionally understood, as Debora could totally relate. I've been invited to the teacher's house for French toast and Spaghetti, and was also invited to go on a weekend trip with her family. The logistics make it an impossibility, but the gesture was another example of the kindness that I have experienced from the Indonesian people.
Thursdays are my busy day, with TK in the morning, Ichthus FM immediately following, and, Compassion following that. I had a pretty quiet evening after that, and got the chance to connect with a bunch of people from home that I haven't connected with in over two months. Ichthus FM went well! Relaxing Hour is quite relaxed indeed... no script, no topics to cover, just go with the flow. I've yet to create a radio voice for myself, though I think that it might be too late now. The guy who co-hosts it with me speaks the best English I've heard here, and is just a really nice guy. The two hours flew by!
Thanks for reading, despite the lack of pictures! I will try to get some up soon, maybe on Monday, as I will be going to the MCC office that day.
Have a great day!
Love,
Ellery
I was reading the blog of my friend Jake (who is also on SALT this year, serving in Chad), and was inspired to write RIGHT NOW (at 10:38PM) about some of the goings-on in my life. He doesn't update his blog as often as me as his opportunities are fewer, but his writing is incredibly descriptive. I spent the last hour reading all his posts, loving the opportunity to consider the differences and similarities between our positions. If you get a chance, check it out: http://www.nothingfancypettigrew.blogspot.com/
Today it struck me how... normal the "abnormal" is becoming. I started off my day with a grilled peanut butter and nutella sandwich, which my host mom got up early to make me. The gestures of kindness on part of my host community are too plentiful to keep track of, and are far too often overlooked by my self-centred self, but I need to make note yet again of how incredibly blessed I am to be here.
I walked to school, as usual. The walk is about four minutes, but when I look at it objectively, it's a bit of an adventure! The road is insanely busy in the morning, as there are several schools nearby, all of which seem to start at 7AM. It seems that the typical "flow" of the traffic ("flow" having a very different meaning here than in Canada) gives way to complete chaos, as motorcycles, buses, and cars jostle for the best spots to drop off their kids. I have to cross this road every day, and I've learned that I have to be really attentive and strategic in where I stand to wait to cross, and in how I cross. The conclusion I've come to is that it is unwise to stand within 10 metres of either side of a school entrance, and it is even more unwise to try to cross in front of motor bikes. That means I often wait for a few minutes until a car finally comes along, lacking the same pickup speed as a motorbike, and thus providing me with the opportunity to cross the road halfway. The other half is usually a bit easier- people swerve to avoid me, or stop altogether.
I arrive at school in time for morning prayers, which I've been asked to lead on several occasions. Praying out loud has never been something I'm comfortable with, and that is one way that I have been stretched. Today I made the effort to pray in Bahasa Indonesia, and this made the teachers extremely happy, and put me on their good side (a good thing too, because about an hour later, I accidentally closed the door on a teachers' finger, and she handled it with an extra dose of grace and forgiveness).
At 7:00, I went with Ibu Ratih to her TK-B class, which I do 3 times a week. Today was a huge breakthrough day in the teaching of "Away in A Manger", and I was overjoyed when I heard some kids singing it to themselves later, as they were colouring. They are SO cute when they sing it- so much gusto (which fades towards the end of the song, as they are less familiar with those lyrics), and even more enthusiasm with the actions. "The Little Lord Jesus" would break his neck if he were truly being rocked by those 5 year olds.
This morning was a special morning because we went to see a traveling dolphin show! Growing up near Marineland, I know very well how a stationary dolphin show operates. I was curious as to what the traveling version would look like. The lesson I have had to relearn the most often is to have lowered expectations... We arrived at the "lumba-lumba" (Dolphin) show location, and stood waiting for the doors to open. Do you ever have moments in life where you look around you and say to yourself, "Is this a dream? This is too surreal to be real life right now!" That was pretty much what the pre-dolphin show wait was like. Across the walkway was a tank with huge inflatable boats being driven in circles by a young girl wearing a head covering. The speakers were blaring a child-sung version of happy birthday in Bahasa Indonesia (and when I say blaring, I mean that the speakers were shaking... it could be heard for miles, but we stood about 5 feet from them). I was with all these people I don't know very well, waiting for a traveling dolphin show to begin, watching random children spinning about in inflatable boats, listening to "Selamat Ulang Tahun" in a little town in Indonesia. What are the odds of that kind of combination? Luckily, the doors opened eventually, and the great mystery of the traveling element of the show was revealed. (There was nothing special about it, except that the pool was smaller, and lined with plastic.) The show lasted for about an hour, and afterward, we got to pet the dolphin, which was a first for me! I actually got really excited about that!
We came home afterward, and I had a nice afternoon break before heading to teach at Compassion. They informed me yesterday that I would be teaching from now on- an hour and a half, to an age range of five to thirteen (though when I got there today, all the kids were between nine and thirteen, which was much more manageable). I had no idea where to start with teaching English- this is probably my biggest challenge right now (I always have a challenge or two going on here)- and I had no idea how to fill an hour and a half with activities that would interest such a broad range. Somehow I pulled it off though, and we enjoyed some rounds of "What Time is is, Mr. Wolf?" or "Mr. Wolf, What Time is it?" (somehow the translation got mixed up) and sang a bunch of songs, and before I knew it, the time was up! We all ate dinner together, and were about to go home, when a massive thunderstorm swept in, and kept us there for another 45 minutes. The power was lost too, so we lit candles. Something about this experience was really wonderful. There were girls who had been learning to make crafts, and one of them gave theirs to me when they were done (a little tree, all decorated). I was really touched by the gesture, and am now proudly displaying the tree on my bookshelf, as one of my few decorations.
That was just today! The last few days have all had their share of adventure. On Tuesday night, I led Share N Care again, and Pak Paul brought bread and Hani brough jus buah for me (that being a sweet juice with many fruits mixed in it).
I was taken out for dinner on Wednesday night, by an English teacher, her husband and daughter, and Debora, a former IVEPer. The English teacher has hosted SALTers before, and because of her and Debora, I got an evening to speak only English and be understood, and to really feel emotionally understood, as Debora could totally relate. I've been invited to the teacher's house for French toast and Spaghetti, and was also invited to go on a weekend trip with her family. The logistics make it an impossibility, but the gesture was another example of the kindness that I have experienced from the Indonesian people.
Thursdays are my busy day, with TK in the morning, Ichthus FM immediately following, and, Compassion following that. I had a pretty quiet evening after that, and got the chance to connect with a bunch of people from home that I haven't connected with in over two months. Ichthus FM went well! Relaxing Hour is quite relaxed indeed... no script, no topics to cover, just go with the flow. I've yet to create a radio voice for myself, though I think that it might be too late now. The guy who co-hosts it with me speaks the best English I've heard here, and is just a really nice guy. The two hours flew by!
Thanks for reading, despite the lack of pictures! I will try to get some up soon, maybe on Monday, as I will be going to the MCC office that day.
Have a great day!
Love,
Ellery
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
A Turn of Events!
Hey there, All!
My last days since posting have taken a surprising upswing, which I know is largely in part because of the prayers and encouragement I've received from you all- thank-you SO much!
I believe my last post was on Saturday, the day that we celebrated Nicole's birthday with a surprise party at Pizza Hut. It was the highlight of last week for me, and that we successfully pulled off the surprise element (despite language barriers, and having to go about making arrangements in indirect ways) made it even better! I think Nicole may have even shed a tear or two of joy, and that made all the planning worth it!
After lunch, Major and Karen dropped me off, along with the bike that I was using in Salatiga, and will get to keep for the year. The atmosphere of Semarang is quite different than Salatiga- namely hotter and busier- so we'll see what use I get out of it. I have always enjoyed biking, but I came to LOVE it in Salatiga, and I really hope I'll get some chances to keep it up here.
Sunday was church. Church services go from 8-10AM, and then again from 6-8PM. My host family generally only attends the morning service, but as I will be teaching Sunday School every other week (which runs during the morning service), I will be going to church in the evenings two times a month. That brings my total time at church on Sundays to somewhere between 5 and 7 hours, depending on the week. It's substantially more than the 1.5 hours I'm used to spending at home, but that time is broken up between Sunday School, an hour of eating and visiting, and youth service. In all honesty, I get very little out of the sermons (learning day-to-day vocabulary is enough of a task before adding church vocabulary to my repertoire, and I cannot follow fast talkers yet), but I've found church to be an awesome opportunity to really get into reading the Bible. My host family gave me an Indonesian-English NIV, and it has served me quite well in the last week and a half. I've gone from being horribly antsy after an hour and a half, to almost- almost- being disappointed when it ends. Two hours certainly doesn't feel as difficult to sit through as it did a few weeks ago.
I've found that the different circles I am involved in- TK, Compassion, Share N Care, and Music- overlap in that the same people can be found in more than one. Church sort of ties it all together, and it is amazing how quickly I have come to recognize people. I am not learning the names as rapidly as many here wish I would, but as of today, I know the names of everyone in both offices I spend time in, all 27 of the kids in TK B, and about 8 of the 14 kids in TK A1. I don't think that's too bad for a week and a half, especially considering that many names are ones I've never heard before.
On Saturday night, I asked my host family if, at some point this year, we could see the ocean, since Semarang is right on the coast. Sunday afternoon, I found myself in the car, heading toward the Marina (there are no clean beaches in Semarang). It was not exactly Bali (in the sense that there was not even a speck of sand to be found...) but it was great to see the ocean, and to know where it is.
On Sunday night, we went out to celebrate my host grandmothers' birthday at a Chinese restaurant. The food was really good for the most part! Eating crab with the shell (as in, you eat the shell too) and shrimp with the eyes still attached were new experiences for me. Earlier this week, I also tried frog, and found that I really enjoyed it! Another new food was buffalo satay, bringing my satay meat count up to 6- chicken, beef, pork, rabbit, goat, and now buffalo. The only one I refuse to eat is "satay anging", or dog satay, for reasons of conscience. A tradition in Chinese culture is to eat noodles on your birthday (something about their length and its relation to your life- Scott, Adrie, or Chris, you may know more about this than I do), so noodles were another part of the meal. It seems that most of my host family was born between October 20 and November 20, so I was informed that we would be eating quite a few noodles between now and then. That's fine with me!
Monday began with helping in TK B. I still feel like more of a burden than a blessing in the classroom, and I know that I am not exactly helpful right now, but in keeping with my desire to learn patience, I am allowing myself to just enjoy the time to observe without many responsibilities. Based on how this week has gone- with more and more plans being made for my life this year, from people in the various areas of my life here- I will likely have more than enough to keep me busy in the coming months. I was also thinking back to orientation, when Eva told us that it is best to simply hang back at the beginning; establish relationships with the teachers and the students, and make every effort to understand their methods of doing things, before implementing ideas of your own. I am viewing these weeks that are filled with a lot of sitting and watching, as part of the Learning that SALT so strongly encourages.
At 10:00, Pak Paul (a man who works in the GKMI Synod and who understands more than anyone else I've met how I must be feeling as a foreigner) picked me and a bunch of youth up to head to Ungaran for the day. We were scoping out potential locations for a retreat that will be held in the middle of November. While I was unable to offer much input, I enjoyed the trip to see the various places. I saw my first durian tree, laden with the... unique fruit, and drove through a bamboo forest that was lined with people carving and whittling the bamboo into bird houses and other objects. We stopped on the way home for soto and perkedel, and then again for lumpia. Lumpia are a type of spring roll that are commonly found here, particularly in Semarang. They are absolutely delicious!
We were back by mid-afternoon, and the church told me to take the afternoon off rather than go to Compassion, as they thought I might be quite tired. One of the most common questions asked here, particularly to us foreigners, is "capek?" or "tired?" I'm still a bit confused about that one, because I'll be asked at 10AM, which is only a few hours after I woke up, and I don't think I look overly tired! I wasn't feeling too tired in the afternoon (I'm still used to the busyness of my life in Canada, and the pace here is quite a bit slower), but I really appreciated their concern for my well being, and took the break as it was offered.
I have found that my well-being is at the top of many peoples' priority lists here- my host family, the teachers at the TK, the people who work in the church office, and some people who work in the Synod, not to mention MCC. I was talking to Karen today about the differences in how we as North Americans would demonstrate our desire to make a foreigner feel at home, versus the methods that I have encountered here. I hesitate to say that Indonesians as a whole would all act the same way towards a visitor, but I think it is safe to say that most people here want me to know how free I am to eat- and eat, and eat, and eat! Food-related issues are my most commonly encountered struggle here. I find myself always trying to balance between eating what makes people happy (both in the choices I make, and in how much I eat of it), and keeping myself feeling good. It seems that there is a connection drawn between my size (I am comparatively quite a bit larger than most people I've met here) and my potential for food intake, and I find that to be frustrating at times. Nonetheless, the good intentions behind the actions are what need to be taken into account first and foremost, and I have been able to see that kindness and generosity as more and more of a blessing in the last few days.
My afternoons in general have quite a bit of free time in them. I am still a bit at a loss as to how to use that time. I find myself holed up in my room quite a bit, working on school stuff some of the time, but not always using the time most wisely. I don't know whether it is my Penner mentality (the one that says that if you're resting, something's not getting done that should be getting done- thanks mom and dad!) or my love for being around people as often as possible, that make this down time so difficult for me. I also feel guilty spending time in my room when I could be interacting with people. Who those people are, I'm not sure (which is why I have not yet broken the cycle of heading to my room between lunch and dinner), but I think that it would appease both my desire for being with people, as well as my guilty conscience, if I started seeking out activities to fill this time. It would also be a way to learn the language more quickly, which everyone here is eager for!
One cool thing that I've had to do lately is constantly leave google translate open when I am at my desk. I have made enough friends here now (and facebook and texting are widely used here) that I often receive texts or facebook messages in Bahasa Indonesia, usually filled with words I don't understand. Being a visual learner, it is probably my favourite way to learn new words, and I feel SO successful when I can communicate an idea, or understand what is said to me, entirely in Bahasa Indonesia. There have been some awesome people here who have taken me under their wing(s), and have really made an effort to befriend me despite the language barrier. It takes people with a heck of a lot of patience to do that, and I am grateful for all of them for that!
Tonight, a new friend is picking me up for Share N Care, which is my favourite event of the week! I have been told that on Friday, we are going to see a dolphin show with TK. I think I'm more excited than the kids are!
That's all for today! Thank you again for your words of encouragement and your prayers- I can feel them! Thanks for reading! Have a wonderful day in your various places throughout the world :)
Love,
Ellery
My last days since posting have taken a surprising upswing, which I know is largely in part because of the prayers and encouragement I've received from you all- thank-you SO much!
I believe my last post was on Saturday, the day that we celebrated Nicole's birthday with a surprise party at Pizza Hut. It was the highlight of last week for me, and that we successfully pulled off the surprise element (despite language barriers, and having to go about making arrangements in indirect ways) made it even better! I think Nicole may have even shed a tear or two of joy, and that made all the planning worth it!
After lunch, Major and Karen dropped me off, along with the bike that I was using in Salatiga, and will get to keep for the year. The atmosphere of Semarang is quite different than Salatiga- namely hotter and busier- so we'll see what use I get out of it. I have always enjoyed biking, but I came to LOVE it in Salatiga, and I really hope I'll get some chances to keep it up here.
Sunday was church. Church services go from 8-10AM, and then again from 6-8PM. My host family generally only attends the morning service, but as I will be teaching Sunday School every other week (which runs during the morning service), I will be going to church in the evenings two times a month. That brings my total time at church on Sundays to somewhere between 5 and 7 hours, depending on the week. It's substantially more than the 1.5 hours I'm used to spending at home, but that time is broken up between Sunday School, an hour of eating and visiting, and youth service. In all honesty, I get very little out of the sermons (learning day-to-day vocabulary is enough of a task before adding church vocabulary to my repertoire, and I cannot follow fast talkers yet), but I've found church to be an awesome opportunity to really get into reading the Bible. My host family gave me an Indonesian-English NIV, and it has served me quite well in the last week and a half. I've gone from being horribly antsy after an hour and a half, to almost- almost- being disappointed when it ends. Two hours certainly doesn't feel as difficult to sit through as it did a few weeks ago.
I've found that the different circles I am involved in- TK, Compassion, Share N Care, and Music- overlap in that the same people can be found in more than one. Church sort of ties it all together, and it is amazing how quickly I have come to recognize people. I am not learning the names as rapidly as many here wish I would, but as of today, I know the names of everyone in both offices I spend time in, all 27 of the kids in TK B, and about 8 of the 14 kids in TK A1. I don't think that's too bad for a week and a half, especially considering that many names are ones I've never heard before.
On Saturday night, I asked my host family if, at some point this year, we could see the ocean, since Semarang is right on the coast. Sunday afternoon, I found myself in the car, heading toward the Marina (there are no clean beaches in Semarang). It was not exactly Bali (in the sense that there was not even a speck of sand to be found...) but it was great to see the ocean, and to know where it is.
On Sunday night, we went out to celebrate my host grandmothers' birthday at a Chinese restaurant. The food was really good for the most part! Eating crab with the shell (as in, you eat the shell too) and shrimp with the eyes still attached were new experiences for me. Earlier this week, I also tried frog, and found that I really enjoyed it! Another new food was buffalo satay, bringing my satay meat count up to 6- chicken, beef, pork, rabbit, goat, and now buffalo. The only one I refuse to eat is "satay anging", or dog satay, for reasons of conscience. A tradition in Chinese culture is to eat noodles on your birthday (something about their length and its relation to your life- Scott, Adrie, or Chris, you may know more about this than I do), so noodles were another part of the meal. It seems that most of my host family was born between October 20 and November 20, so I was informed that we would be eating quite a few noodles between now and then. That's fine with me!
Monday began with helping in TK B. I still feel like more of a burden than a blessing in the classroom, and I know that I am not exactly helpful right now, but in keeping with my desire to learn patience, I am allowing myself to just enjoy the time to observe without many responsibilities. Based on how this week has gone- with more and more plans being made for my life this year, from people in the various areas of my life here- I will likely have more than enough to keep me busy in the coming months. I was also thinking back to orientation, when Eva told us that it is best to simply hang back at the beginning; establish relationships with the teachers and the students, and make every effort to understand their methods of doing things, before implementing ideas of your own. I am viewing these weeks that are filled with a lot of sitting and watching, as part of the Learning that SALT so strongly encourages.
At 10:00, Pak Paul (a man who works in the GKMI Synod and who understands more than anyone else I've met how I must be feeling as a foreigner) picked me and a bunch of youth up to head to Ungaran for the day. We were scoping out potential locations for a retreat that will be held in the middle of November. While I was unable to offer much input, I enjoyed the trip to see the various places. I saw my first durian tree, laden with the... unique fruit, and drove through a bamboo forest that was lined with people carving and whittling the bamboo into bird houses and other objects. We stopped on the way home for soto and perkedel, and then again for lumpia. Lumpia are a type of spring roll that are commonly found here, particularly in Semarang. They are absolutely delicious!
We were back by mid-afternoon, and the church told me to take the afternoon off rather than go to Compassion, as they thought I might be quite tired. One of the most common questions asked here, particularly to us foreigners, is "capek?" or "tired?" I'm still a bit confused about that one, because I'll be asked at 10AM, which is only a few hours after I woke up, and I don't think I look overly tired! I wasn't feeling too tired in the afternoon (I'm still used to the busyness of my life in Canada, and the pace here is quite a bit slower), but I really appreciated their concern for my well being, and took the break as it was offered.
I have found that my well-being is at the top of many peoples' priority lists here- my host family, the teachers at the TK, the people who work in the church office, and some people who work in the Synod, not to mention MCC. I was talking to Karen today about the differences in how we as North Americans would demonstrate our desire to make a foreigner feel at home, versus the methods that I have encountered here. I hesitate to say that Indonesians as a whole would all act the same way towards a visitor, but I think it is safe to say that most people here want me to know how free I am to eat- and eat, and eat, and eat! Food-related issues are my most commonly encountered struggle here. I find myself always trying to balance between eating what makes people happy (both in the choices I make, and in how much I eat of it), and keeping myself feeling good. It seems that there is a connection drawn between my size (I am comparatively quite a bit larger than most people I've met here) and my potential for food intake, and I find that to be frustrating at times. Nonetheless, the good intentions behind the actions are what need to be taken into account first and foremost, and I have been able to see that kindness and generosity as more and more of a blessing in the last few days.
My afternoons in general have quite a bit of free time in them. I am still a bit at a loss as to how to use that time. I find myself holed up in my room quite a bit, working on school stuff some of the time, but not always using the time most wisely. I don't know whether it is my Penner mentality (the one that says that if you're resting, something's not getting done that should be getting done- thanks mom and dad!) or my love for being around people as often as possible, that make this down time so difficult for me. I also feel guilty spending time in my room when I could be interacting with people. Who those people are, I'm not sure (which is why I have not yet broken the cycle of heading to my room between lunch and dinner), but I think that it would appease both my desire for being with people, as well as my guilty conscience, if I started seeking out activities to fill this time. It would also be a way to learn the language more quickly, which everyone here is eager for!
One cool thing that I've had to do lately is constantly leave google translate open when I am at my desk. I have made enough friends here now (and facebook and texting are widely used here) that I often receive texts or facebook messages in Bahasa Indonesia, usually filled with words I don't understand. Being a visual learner, it is probably my favourite way to learn new words, and I feel SO successful when I can communicate an idea, or understand what is said to me, entirely in Bahasa Indonesia. There have been some awesome people here who have taken me under their wing(s), and have really made an effort to befriend me despite the language barrier. It takes people with a heck of a lot of patience to do that, and I am grateful for all of them for that!
Tonight, a new friend is picking me up for Share N Care, which is my favourite event of the week! I have been told that on Friday, we are going to see a dolphin show with TK. I think I'm more excited than the kids are!
That's all for today! Thank you again for your words of encouragement and your prayers- I can feel them! Thanks for reading! Have a wonderful day in your various places throughout the world :)
Love,
Ellery
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Here it is!
Hey Everyone!
Maaf lagi- sorry again- for anyone who has been checking for an update from Indonesia, and has not seen one in over a week! It's here now- though lacking in pictures, as the internet isn't the fastest, and I still haven't figured out how to shrink the files. (Sorry Andrew, I know you explained it to me- my computer comprehension skills are pitiful). I'm very sorry!
The lag in posts hasn't been so much because of lack of time as lack of words. I find it much easier to post when everything is on an upswing, which was the case for the six weeks we spent in Salatiga; each day was better than the one before it (for the most part), as we gained independence, got to know people and places, and grew closer as a group. My motivation to write usually coincides with my level of enthusiasm and positive mentality, both of which have taken a bit of a hit. (My journal has also suffered, and many days have gone by undocumented). It was inevitable that the dip in excitement would hit at some point, and I keep thinking back to a "mood graph" that MCC showed us at orientation. The line on the graph spikes a few weeks in, before taking a turn in the opposite direction, slowly and steadily, until it hits its ultimate low about 4 months in (around Christmas time). While I don't fit the mold exactly, I now understand why the graph is the way it is. YALT looks different in every country around the world; in-country orientations run differently, the number of placements in each country vary, and the proximity to others varies. In the case of Indonesia, there are eight people (I think that's the most of any country), a really long orientation, and widespread placements. The dynamics of this year's crew happened to mesh incredibly well, making our group closer than others in the past. Having had six weeks together, we really had the opportunity to cultivate relationships so tight that we almost felt like a family. This made saying good-bye to the crew last Friday quite a bit more difficult than if the group dynamics hadn't been so positive, or if we hadn't had as much time together to build the support network that we did.
For myself, these factors have made for an even more difficult transition into my new community than is typical. My "family" has scattered throughout central Java, and onto other islands, and I miss them immensely. We are also all back at square one in learning our way around, in gaining independence, and in discerning our place within another new family. I have, in all honesty, been more than a little overwhelmed by the sheer volume of new experiences, and doing it alone- without any familiar faces or even people who can understand me- adds to the challenge. I am still trying to understand exactly what my role is in this community, and the multitude of unknowns is, for me, extremely stressful.
On the upside, I am learning a LOT about myself. As I have mentioned before, I am just not a patient person. I want my questions answered now, I want my independence now, I want to be able to speak the language fluently now, I want to know everyone's names now, I want good friends now, I want to be understood now, and I want to understand this city now. My logical brain (and the logical people in my life) tells me that this doesn't all come in a week- that I need to give it time (and also effort- this stuff doesn't happen without working at it), but this doesn't stop the surges of frustration and complete helplessness that I have often felt in the last week. I am also realizing that the "open-minded, easy-going" person that I thought I was is actually non-existent (some of you may be thinking, "really, she thought that?" I really did!) In place of that, I'm realizing that I have even more of a spiteful and stubborn nature than I realized (qualities that did bode me well on Merbabu, but rarely have any positive outcomes otherwise) and that my open-mindedness has many stipulations, which sort of negates the whole "open-minded" definition. I'm open to do the things I want to do when I want to do them, to eat what I want when I want to eat it, to try new things when I want to try them. I'm open to cultural differences and beliefs from a distance, but now that I'm living it, I find myself fighting it. That's not very open-minded at all. I am required to lose my stubbornness, to become flexible and patient, and to truly be open-minded, in order for this year to be successful. It is also so important to maintain a positive attitude, and to see the good in every situation. It's easy to say, but man, is it ever difficult to do.
Despite the challenges, a lot of awesome things have happened this week. My host family has welcomed me back wholeheartedly, and are eager to make me feel comfortable and safe. I have had a week in my "official" SALT position (I use quotations because Jeanne corrected me, saying that we've been in our official positions since the day we started two months ago. I agree, but this has been the week that I have been curious about as we were finally doing the activities that were assigned to us and handed to us on paper way back in February). My schedule looks a bit different than the position I was expecting to fulfill, but luckily that is something that I truly have been able to be open-minded about, and I am even more excited about what my new schedule looks like. (I am also not getting my heart completely set on it, as situations are always subject to change here). Here it is (I'll explain it after):
Mondays:
7-1= TK
3-5= Compassion
Tuesdays:
7-1= TK
6:30-8:30= Share N Care, or Music
Wednesdays:
7-1= TK
3-5= Compassion
Thursdays
7-1= TK
1-3= IchthusFM
3:30-6= Compassion
Fridays:
7-1= TK
3:30-6= Compassion
Saturdays:
7-11= TK
4-6= Youth visitation
6-8= youth worship
Sundays:
8-10= Sunday School (teaching)
11-1= youth
late afternoon= church (service)
TK is the kindergarten that is run out of the church. There are 3 classes; TK A1, TK A2 (both the equivalent of Junior Kindergarten), and TK B (like Senior Kindergarten). There is also a playgroup for really little ones, but I am not sure what my role in that will be- they are quite terrified of me right now, and some of them started to cry last time, so my involvement may be minimal. Compassion is part of the Compassion International program, that helps kids from lower income brackets, through education and provision of meals. This program runs very similar to TK, with classes being held in the same location and for the same age bracket (though Compassion works with people up to age 22- I've just been involved with the little ones so far). Ichthus FM is my radio show (in English!), and the rest of it is Church-related. I have been given two desks at the church- one in the school office, and one in the church office. It is so awesome to feel so welcomed and included right off the bat!
I officially teach English on Saturdays- today was my first day- and will be helping the teachers throughout the week. My role in the Compassion program is yet to be seen, but Compassion more of a casual form of TK, so I might be leading that more or less often, depending. Share N Care is a night with youth/young adults, to practice their English. It's probably my favourite event of the week, because I get a chance to speak English, and my Bahasa Indonesia also improves because the people there are eager to help. I will be facilitating those meetings too, which will be really cool!
So far, some of my more specific responsibilities include teaching the kids a Christmas song, fulfilling the requirements of being short enough for them to understand, and having actions, while also being Church-worthy (Sorry Ric, your suggestion of "Grandma got Run Over by A Reindeer" lacked all three criteria). I am also responsible to prepare two different lessons for each Saturday. I am in charge of the Share N Care topics every other week, and for preparing a written print-out for people there to read. I think that it'll only get more busy, and I am excited about all of these things!
I am realizing already just how challenging teaching is. Today, I led two classes in learning clothing items in English (in keeping with the theme that they have been learning all week). Having no formal training in Early Childhood Education, and having never tried to teach in a foreign language, I had no idea what level of difficulty to make the activity. There were so many things that I didn't take into account- for example, "shirt", "skirt", and "shorts" all sound the same. And teaching "shorts" without also teaching "pants" leads to some confusion as to what "shorts" actually are. It will be trial and error for awhile, if not all year! That said, the kids are ADORABLE. TK B in particular LOVES being read to, and, being the daughter of a librarian (and having been read to every day as a child, which cultivated a deep love for books), I am SO pro-reading, and SO excited that every day this week, they asked to be read to. If anyone feels like sending me some educational, interesting, brightly-coloured, REPETITIVE books (Eric Carle's "The Very Hungry Caterpillar"-type book. I read that today, and it's a good type of book), I would be grateful for them!
That's about it on my end! I am seeking your prayers right now for the things that I mentioned I am struggling with. I go back and forth in my belief in being able to stick this year out (though deep down, I know that I can do it!), and I am also praying that another upswing will start sooner rather than later, and that I can view this year with renewed excitement and enthusiasm.
Thanks for reading! Have a great day!
Love,
Ellery
Maaf lagi- sorry again- for anyone who has been checking for an update from Indonesia, and has not seen one in over a week! It's here now- though lacking in pictures, as the internet isn't the fastest, and I still haven't figured out how to shrink the files. (Sorry Andrew, I know you explained it to me- my computer comprehension skills are pitiful). I'm very sorry!
The lag in posts hasn't been so much because of lack of time as lack of words. I find it much easier to post when everything is on an upswing, which was the case for the six weeks we spent in Salatiga; each day was better than the one before it (for the most part), as we gained independence, got to know people and places, and grew closer as a group. My motivation to write usually coincides with my level of enthusiasm and positive mentality, both of which have taken a bit of a hit. (My journal has also suffered, and many days have gone by undocumented). It was inevitable that the dip in excitement would hit at some point, and I keep thinking back to a "mood graph" that MCC showed us at orientation. The line on the graph spikes a few weeks in, before taking a turn in the opposite direction, slowly and steadily, until it hits its ultimate low about 4 months in (around Christmas time). While I don't fit the mold exactly, I now understand why the graph is the way it is. YALT looks different in every country around the world; in-country orientations run differently, the number of placements in each country vary, and the proximity to others varies. In the case of Indonesia, there are eight people (I think that's the most of any country), a really long orientation, and widespread placements. The dynamics of this year's crew happened to mesh incredibly well, making our group closer than others in the past. Having had six weeks together, we really had the opportunity to cultivate relationships so tight that we almost felt like a family. This made saying good-bye to the crew last Friday quite a bit more difficult than if the group dynamics hadn't been so positive, or if we hadn't had as much time together to build the support network that we did.
For myself, these factors have made for an even more difficult transition into my new community than is typical. My "family" has scattered throughout central Java, and onto other islands, and I miss them immensely. We are also all back at square one in learning our way around, in gaining independence, and in discerning our place within another new family. I have, in all honesty, been more than a little overwhelmed by the sheer volume of new experiences, and doing it alone- without any familiar faces or even people who can understand me- adds to the challenge. I am still trying to understand exactly what my role is in this community, and the multitude of unknowns is, for me, extremely stressful.
On the upside, I am learning a LOT about myself. As I have mentioned before, I am just not a patient person. I want my questions answered now, I want my independence now, I want to be able to speak the language fluently now, I want to know everyone's names now, I want good friends now, I want to be understood now, and I want to understand this city now. My logical brain (and the logical people in my life) tells me that this doesn't all come in a week- that I need to give it time (and also effort- this stuff doesn't happen without working at it), but this doesn't stop the surges of frustration and complete helplessness that I have often felt in the last week. I am also realizing that the "open-minded, easy-going" person that I thought I was is actually non-existent (some of you may be thinking, "really, she thought that?" I really did!) In place of that, I'm realizing that I have even more of a spiteful and stubborn nature than I realized (qualities that did bode me well on Merbabu, but rarely have any positive outcomes otherwise) and that my open-mindedness has many stipulations, which sort of negates the whole "open-minded" definition. I'm open to do the things I want to do when I want to do them, to eat what I want when I want to eat it, to try new things when I want to try them. I'm open to cultural differences and beliefs from a distance, but now that I'm living it, I find myself fighting it. That's not very open-minded at all. I am required to lose my stubbornness, to become flexible and patient, and to truly be open-minded, in order for this year to be successful. It is also so important to maintain a positive attitude, and to see the good in every situation. It's easy to say, but man, is it ever difficult to do.
Despite the challenges, a lot of awesome things have happened this week. My host family has welcomed me back wholeheartedly, and are eager to make me feel comfortable and safe. I have had a week in my "official" SALT position (I use quotations because Jeanne corrected me, saying that we've been in our official positions since the day we started two months ago. I agree, but this has been the week that I have been curious about as we were finally doing the activities that were assigned to us and handed to us on paper way back in February). My schedule looks a bit different than the position I was expecting to fulfill, but luckily that is something that I truly have been able to be open-minded about, and I am even more excited about what my new schedule looks like. (I am also not getting my heart completely set on it, as situations are always subject to change here). Here it is (I'll explain it after):
Mondays:
7-1= TK
3-5= Compassion
Tuesdays:
7-1= TK
6:30-8:30= Share N Care, or Music
Wednesdays:
7-1= TK
3-5= Compassion
Thursdays
7-1= TK
1-3= IchthusFM
3:30-6= Compassion
Fridays:
7-1= TK
3:30-6= Compassion
Saturdays:
7-11= TK
4-6= Youth visitation
6-8= youth worship
Sundays:
8-10= Sunday School (teaching)
11-1= youth
late afternoon= church (service)
TK is the kindergarten that is run out of the church. There are 3 classes; TK A1, TK A2 (both the equivalent of Junior Kindergarten), and TK B (like Senior Kindergarten). There is also a playgroup for really little ones, but I am not sure what my role in that will be- they are quite terrified of me right now, and some of them started to cry last time, so my involvement may be minimal. Compassion is part of the Compassion International program, that helps kids from lower income brackets, through education and provision of meals. This program runs very similar to TK, with classes being held in the same location and for the same age bracket (though Compassion works with people up to age 22- I've just been involved with the little ones so far). Ichthus FM is my radio show (in English!), and the rest of it is Church-related. I have been given two desks at the church- one in the school office, and one in the church office. It is so awesome to feel so welcomed and included right off the bat!
I officially teach English on Saturdays- today was my first day- and will be helping the teachers throughout the week. My role in the Compassion program is yet to be seen, but Compassion more of a casual form of TK, so I might be leading that more or less often, depending. Share N Care is a night with youth/young adults, to practice their English. It's probably my favourite event of the week, because I get a chance to speak English, and my Bahasa Indonesia also improves because the people there are eager to help. I will be facilitating those meetings too, which will be really cool!
So far, some of my more specific responsibilities include teaching the kids a Christmas song, fulfilling the requirements of being short enough for them to understand, and having actions, while also being Church-worthy (Sorry Ric, your suggestion of "Grandma got Run Over by A Reindeer" lacked all three criteria). I am also responsible to prepare two different lessons for each Saturday. I am in charge of the Share N Care topics every other week, and for preparing a written print-out for people there to read. I think that it'll only get more busy, and I am excited about all of these things!
I am realizing already just how challenging teaching is. Today, I led two classes in learning clothing items in English (in keeping with the theme that they have been learning all week). Having no formal training in Early Childhood Education, and having never tried to teach in a foreign language, I had no idea what level of difficulty to make the activity. There were so many things that I didn't take into account- for example, "shirt", "skirt", and "shorts" all sound the same. And teaching "shorts" without also teaching "pants" leads to some confusion as to what "shorts" actually are. It will be trial and error for awhile, if not all year! That said, the kids are ADORABLE. TK B in particular LOVES being read to, and, being the daughter of a librarian (and having been read to every day as a child, which cultivated a deep love for books), I am SO pro-reading, and SO excited that every day this week, they asked to be read to. If anyone feels like sending me some educational, interesting, brightly-coloured, REPETITIVE books (Eric Carle's "The Very Hungry Caterpillar"-type book. I read that today, and it's a good type of book), I would be grateful for them!
That's about it on my end! I am seeking your prayers right now for the things that I mentioned I am struggling with. I go back and forth in my belief in being able to stick this year out (though deep down, I know that I can do it!), and I am also praying that another upswing will start sooner rather than later, and that I can view this year with renewed excitement and enthusiasm.
Thanks for reading! Have a great day!
Love,
Ellery
Friday, October 21, 2011
I'm Still Here!
Hi Everyone!!
I have been meaning to write, but have not had a chance! I am still a bit pressed for time to compose a decent post, but I just wanted to let you all know that there IS one coming- don't give up on my blog!
I hope you're all doing well!
Love,
Ellery
I have been meaning to write, but have not had a chance! I am still a bit pressed for time to compose a decent post, but I just wanted to let you all know that there IS one coming- don't give up on my blog!
I hope you're all doing well!
Love,
Ellery
Friday, October 14, 2011
And so It Begins!
Selamat Pagi!
Well, orientation is finished, and this morning I woke up back in my room in Semarang. The last week of orientation and language training was filled with a mix of sadness at the thought of being separated from those I've grown so close to over the last two months, and excitement at the thought of finally beginning our official positions. The other day, Jason brought up the fact that our entire world in Indonesia is the part of this year that no one else really knows about; Everyone at home really only knows about our official placements. It's exciting to be starting that!
This week we went on a couple of class trips, one to a peanut factory (After the boat factory, I was more prepared when Putut used the word "factory" this time), and one to "Frame", a really awesome coffee shop/open mic place. The peanut factory makes all sorts of peanut/sesame treats, and we got to try out the different tasks involved in creating them, which gave us a new appreciation for them (each treat is hand-measured, hand-cut, and hand-wrapped!). I love getting opportunities like this, to see the work that goes into something- it always makes you appreciate something so much more. The coffee shop sold coffee made from any bean you wanted. There were beans from so many islands in Indonesia! It was a really awesome way to end our language training.
Much to my shock and awe, I was physically capable of biking again on Thursday, after taking a few days off to recover from that mountain climb. I made sure to really enjoy my last ride down the hill, with the mountain in the background. I came to really really love the bike ride to and from school, and I hope to get opportunities to bike in Semarang, and again when I visit Salatiga.
On Thursday evening, Pak Lilik planned a photo shoot (a colour-coordinated one!) in the rice fields and the convent gardens. It was a really fun evening (though if you asked Peter, he would disagree- his face in many of the pictures is a testament to that), and the pictures turned out just beautifully, thanks to Pak Lilik's awesome photography skills!
Yesterday was quite a busy day! I got up early to pack, and was ready with time to spare (a rare occurrence for me), and accompanied Pak Lilik to the office. We spent a bit of time there before picking up Laura and bringing her to her new home at the school she'll be helping at in Kopeng. She came back with us to drop us off, and Mike, Nicole, Nancy, Laura, and I all got one final opportunity to spend some time together before Mike and Nancy flew to their placements. We went out for sate, and then dropped off Nicole. After dropping off Nicole, we dropped off my luggage and then went to the mall to kill some time before heading to the airport. The mall had a Starbucks in it. I am not a fan of Starbucks in Canada, but it's amazing how one clings to the familiar when a lot of familiarity is gone. I eagerly ordered a drink, but felt absolutely shocked when I saw the price- rp. 30,500! (about $3.50). It may not seem astronomical, but in Indonesia, I can get a big plate of nasi goreng ayam (chicken fried rice) and es jeruk (an orange drink) for rp. 10,000. That drink cost me more than three dinners! I decided that Starbucks is going to be a very rare treat this year- it's so difficult to justify that price when I know how far that money can go.
We headed to the airport from the mall, and sent Mike and Nancy on their way. We won't be seeing them again until our team retreat in March, and it was tough to say good-bye to them! It'll be awesome to hear of their adventures though, and I'm hoping that we'll get to keep in touch throughout the year. Pak Lilik drove me back to my host family after the sendoff, and I spent the evening unpacking and settling back into my place here in Semarang. I was welcomed back warmly, and I found myself to be quite excited to be back here.
This morning at 8AM, I met with people at the church to discuss my schedule for the year. I have not just one, but two desks at the church as I am fulfilling roles in both the school and the church for the year. I received such a friendly welcome there too, and I realized that this year is going to be absolutely AWESOME. I was amazed at how much Bahasa Indonesia I could understand, and was complimented on my language capabilities (not that they're amazing, but it was better than I thought!). My responsibilities this year vary quite a bit- I will be teaching, helping in Sunday school, helping with the Compassion program (which I'm sure I'll know more about once I get started), and a few other things here and there. I know that the year won't be without its challenges, but I think that it's really going to be a lot of fun! It will certainly be busy and diverse, which is exactly what I like.
I'm not sure what the rest of this weekend looks like, but I start my position on Monday, and so I'm just enjoying the down time I have right now. I'm looking forward to getting a better grasp on what my weeks will look like, and once I know that, I'll fill you all in!
I hope you're all enjoying what I've heard has been beautiful weather at home! (And for those of you serving with SALT, I also hope that the weather has been manageable for you!)
Have a wonderful day!
Love,
Ellery
Well, orientation is finished, and this morning I woke up back in my room in Semarang. The last week of orientation and language training was filled with a mix of sadness at the thought of being separated from those I've grown so close to over the last two months, and excitement at the thought of finally beginning our official positions. The other day, Jason brought up the fact that our entire world in Indonesia is the part of this year that no one else really knows about; Everyone at home really only knows about our official placements. It's exciting to be starting that!
This week we went on a couple of class trips, one to a peanut factory (After the boat factory, I was more prepared when Putut used the word "factory" this time), and one to "Frame", a really awesome coffee shop/open mic place. The peanut factory makes all sorts of peanut/sesame treats, and we got to try out the different tasks involved in creating them, which gave us a new appreciation for them (each treat is hand-measured, hand-cut, and hand-wrapped!). I love getting opportunities like this, to see the work that goes into something- it always makes you appreciate something so much more. The coffee shop sold coffee made from any bean you wanted. There were beans from so many islands in Indonesia! It was a really awesome way to end our language training.
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| Learning how to package peanut snacks! I did one in the time that lady did 6... and she still had to help me. |
Much to my shock and awe, I was physically capable of biking again on Thursday, after taking a few days off to recover from that mountain climb. I made sure to really enjoy my last ride down the hill, with the mountain in the background. I came to really really love the bike ride to and from school, and I hope to get opportunities to bike in Semarang, and again when I visit Salatiga.
On Thursday evening, Pak Lilik planned a photo shoot (a colour-coordinated one!) in the rice fields and the convent gardens. It was a really fun evening (though if you asked Peter, he would disagree- his face in many of the pictures is a testament to that), and the pictures turned out just beautifully, thanks to Pak Lilik's awesome photography skills!
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| I felt SO loved. |
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| Host family in Salatiga! Steven, Pak Lilik, Peter, and Ibu Christin |
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| I cannot take credit for the photo, but I was lucky enough to take in this view in person. The picture doesn't do it justice |
Yesterday was quite a busy day! I got up early to pack, and was ready with time to spare (a rare occurrence for me), and accompanied Pak Lilik to the office. We spent a bit of time there before picking up Laura and bringing her to her new home at the school she'll be helping at in Kopeng. She came back with us to drop us off, and Mike, Nicole, Nancy, Laura, and I all got one final opportunity to spend some time together before Mike and Nancy flew to their placements. We went out for sate, and then dropped off Nicole. After dropping off Nicole, we dropped off my luggage and then went to the mall to kill some time before heading to the airport. The mall had a Starbucks in it. I am not a fan of Starbucks in Canada, but it's amazing how one clings to the familiar when a lot of familiarity is gone. I eagerly ordered a drink, but felt absolutely shocked when I saw the price- rp. 30,500! (about $3.50). It may not seem astronomical, but in Indonesia, I can get a big plate of nasi goreng ayam (chicken fried rice) and es jeruk (an orange drink) for rp. 10,000. That drink cost me more than three dinners! I decided that Starbucks is going to be a very rare treat this year- it's so difficult to justify that price when I know how far that money can go.
We headed to the airport from the mall, and sent Mike and Nancy on their way. We won't be seeing them again until our team retreat in March, and it was tough to say good-bye to them! It'll be awesome to hear of their adventures though, and I'm hoping that we'll get to keep in touch throughout the year. Pak Lilik drove me back to my host family after the sendoff, and I spent the evening unpacking and settling back into my place here in Semarang. I was welcomed back warmly, and I found myself to be quite excited to be back here.
This morning at 8AM, I met with people at the church to discuss my schedule for the year. I have not just one, but two desks at the church as I am fulfilling roles in both the school and the church for the year. I received such a friendly welcome there too, and I realized that this year is going to be absolutely AWESOME. I was amazed at how much Bahasa Indonesia I could understand, and was complimented on my language capabilities (not that they're amazing, but it was better than I thought!). My responsibilities this year vary quite a bit- I will be teaching, helping in Sunday school, helping with the Compassion program (which I'm sure I'll know more about once I get started), and a few other things here and there. I know that the year won't be without its challenges, but I think that it's really going to be a lot of fun! It will certainly be busy and diverse, which is exactly what I like.
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| One of my desks! I got a nice little welcome note! |
I'm not sure what the rest of this weekend looks like, but I start my position on Monday, and so I'm just enjoying the down time I have right now. I'm looking forward to getting a better grasp on what my weeks will look like, and once I know that, I'll fill you all in!
I hope you're all enjoying what I've heard has been beautiful weather at home! (And for those of you serving with SALT, I also hope that the weather has been manageable for you!)
Have a wonderful day!
Love,
Ellery
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