Monday, March 19, 2012

ETAs Visit the Village

We departed at 5:30 Saturday morning for one very bumpy car ride to the village.

Stephanie and Aileen
Nick
Stephanie battled the bumps and tried to sleep.  
Enjoying lunch, Indian style!

 Everyone was keen to sleep on the roof--not something we get to do every day in the US.
The sky was clear and starry, and the mosquitoes didn't hang around for too long.


Good morning, sleepy heads!  We all were pretty exhausted.

Joanna

Kim
Stephanie in the background, Kim, Aileen, Joanna, Abby in the foreground, and Amma (paternal grandmother) in the blue sari
My mother-in-law used cement to mount these broken glass bottles on top of the brick wall surrounding the rooftop to keep away the pigeons and monkeys.  This shot is taken on the roof looking out from the backside of the house.
Another shot of early morning India from the rooftop.

On Sunday, Amma Ji invited us over to her house.  There we enjoyed more sweets and aloo/pyaaj pakora (fried potato and onion).  And got "bindied" by Amma, who seems to be a popular favorite!
 
Kim gets bindied!

So does Jo...
And Stephanie...
Aleen bindies Amma...
...and then gets bindied herself.


Jo's beautiful mehendi/masquerade

Kim gets silly with some of the village boys who stopped by.

Amma wanted us to go on the roof to see all the cow patties she's made so that we have something to remember her by when we go back to the US.  These are special cow patties.  Most are only half this size.  If you look closely, you can see a finger mark pattern in the patties.  These will be burned for fuel.

Now Jo can officially say that she's touched a cow patty!

These four are still in the process of drying.


...more pictures to come soon!


Thursday, February 9, 2012

Five Thousand Views!

Soon after I got my acceptance letter from the Fulbright foundation in India last year, I began perusing past participants' blogs to learn as much as I could about what to expect during the following year.

Of course, anyone who has been to India before knows that the only thing you can really expect in India is the unexpected.

Still, when it came time to create my own blog, I admit that I endeavored to make it a real hit, especially with prospective Fulbright grantees.  Specifically I hoped that it might answer some of the questions that I had around this time last year.

Initially I had the idealistic intentions of blogging regularly about my experiences inside and outside the school walls.

Then India happened.

And the frequency of my posts declined dramatically, much to the dismay of my family back home.

Yet, despite my irregular and sometimes unfinished posts, this blog has managed to receive over five thousand views (whether purposely or accidentally) since July of last year.  During this time I have been delighted to hear from several readers, future travelers or expats to India, and prospective Fulbright applicants.

Now it is less than two months till the completion of my Fulbright grant.  Nowadays in addition to teaching, I am also taking Hindi classes and studying for my Social Studies teaching exam.  Add the regular housework, dishes, and laundry on top of that (we decided not to hire a maid), and you will have some idea as to the cause of my virtual disappearance from the virtual world.

So, thanks for reading, and do keep checking back.  I shall continue developing this blog as time (and India) allows.

All the best,
-ashley

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Transformations

Aside from the internal transformations we are constantly undergoing here in India, it seems we've sustained some external transformations as well.  As one Fulbright researcher we met in Mussoorie predicted, it does appear that we've become a little less "healthy" - and a bit more modest.

Fulbright Pre-Departure Orientation in Washington, D.C.
June 2011

 Fulbright South & Central Asia ETA Conference in Colombo, Sri Lanka
12-17 December 2011

...and I would be wearing the same shirt and scarf in both.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Battling Bureaucracy (this time, in school)

According to the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, my personality type is shared by approximately 1% of the population, making it one of the rarest types.  Myers-Briggs (also called the Jung Typology Test) identifies 16 personality types in total.  I and others like me tend to "regard problems as opportunities to design and implement creative solutions" and are "driven to resolve differences in a cooperative and creative manner."  Perhaps it is these qualities which are manifesting themselves right now in the school where I have been placed.

Since I am the first ETA to be placed in this particular school, I envision myself as pioneering the way for future ETAs.  But even more than this, I really want to do what I was chosen to do--to "assist in teaching conversational English and some composition to middle and high school students."  After all, this was why I wanted to participate in this specific program in the first place.

However, it turns out that, prior to arriving in our schools, our roles may not have been clearly communicated--either to the schools, or to us ETAs, or to both.

One point does seem to have been communicated clearly (at least in my school):  ETAs are to be paired with a regular classroom teacher.  However, the interpretation of this point is where confusion arises.  What does it mean to be "paired with a teacher"?  It seems to me that one thing was especially not understood clearly, and that is the difference between teaching assistant, and teacher's assistant.

Also included in this confusion is whether or not ETAs are supposed to be teaching curriculum.  We ETAs were explicitly told at the beginning of the program that our purpose is to teach spoken English.  But we were recently told by someone else that our schools were told that we should be teaching curriculum, since the students last year didn't take non-curriculum classes seriously enough.  (Ironically, I have found the exact opposite to be true.)  It is obvious that something has been miscommunicated.  It's just not clear what.


It is a sad fact that most students can make it through a full 12 years of government school without ever creating a sentence of their own in English.  All of the ETAs have noticed that their respective government schools rely heavily on memorization as opposed to actual learning.  So the whole purpose of offering spoken English classes is to give students exposure to the English language as it sounds in everyday conversation, as well as to allow them to try their hand at creating meaning in the language for themselves.  And for many of them, this would be the first opportunity they would have to do so.

Till now I have been working with three different English teachers--one each from Class (Grade) 6, 7, and 8.  In the beginning I was having the opposite problem as the other ETAs, many of whom had been given their own classes, in that I was hardly getting any teaching time.  And the time I was given was given only at the last minute:  Ashley, you would like to take some activity?  Well, no, not really.  Not when there are only five minutes remaining and the students' brains have already checked out.

So I proposed the idea of taking separate classes for Spoken English.  I began with a trial run of two small groups from Class 8.  One group of girls, and one group of boys.  We met once a week for about one month before I recently proposed doing this on a much larger scale.  I had seen huge strides in both small groups from Class 8.  The kids were interested, excited about our class, and the girls especially started participating more during the regular class periods.  So I proposed--politely, albeit with conviction--to my three cooperating teachers that I discontinue my regularly assigned curriculum classes and take small groups of approximately 10 students each for Spoken English during the students' free periods instead.

Now.  Such radical ideas as this one are not easily received or accepted in a country and/or school system which function largely on a system of hierarchy and bureaucracy.  Especially when the one proposing such a radical change is just a foreign peon like me.

Still, I took the pains of drafting a schedule that would make the implementation of my radicalism possible.  Two of my three teachers agreed to release me from their curriculum classes so that I could be available for Spoken English.  The third teacher is the wife of a government official of Delhi, so no one dared challenge her refusal to release me from her evil grip.  (She's really a lovely lady, but this just drives me up a wall.)  When I took it upon myself to appeal my position to her, she politely informed me that, as she was currently tied up with teaching Class 10 and other activities, she could not let me go on account of those occasions when she would be unable to make it to class.  In other words, she wanted to keep me as her own personal on-call substitute (aka arrangement).

She neglected to mention her fondness of having me write questions and answers on the board after the completion of each chapter, which the students then copy directly into their appropriately named copies (notebooks).  Which, I need not mention, involves absolutely zero interaction or spoken English whatsoever.

Anyway, now I'm just barfing up my frustrations.  But this is a large part of my wanting to take Spoken English classes on my own.  Not to mention that it would be completely feasible:  Since my school is currently without a librarian, all Library periods are free.  And since the Work Experience teacher also works in the school office, he is too busy to actually teach WEx, so those are free periods too.

So I completed  draft schedule, which still included all of my regularly scheduled classes with the third teacher.  After all, you have to pick and choose your battles, especially when the battlefield is in a foreign country.  I showed the schedule to my coordinating teacher who, though not without some hesitation, agreed to approach the principal with with me.  Surprisingly, despite her initial refusal to make any changes to the time table, the principal had little problem approving my proposed schedule the second time around.  Maybe it was because I had given her some candies and a small American flag in celebration of International Education Week earlier that day.  Nevertheless, it was a victory!

But that was on Friday.

On Monday I tried to present a copy of the newly approved schedule to my coordinating teacher, who now refused to accept it, and will not accept it until I check with the computer teacher that my proposed (and recently approved) schedule does not clash with the periods assigned to the training teachers (student teachers) who are in our schools till December.

When computer ma'am requested my new schedule from my coordinating teacher, she refused to give it to her--three times!  Of course she did.  How could she give a copy of the schedule when she would not accept it from me?!  This is one of the many examples of bureaucracy and hierarchy in India.  When I relayed the situation to computer ma'am, I suggested that I could just give the schedule to her directly.  But, remaining true to the tradition of jumping through unnecessary hoops, she said she would try to get it from my coordinating teacher first.  By the end of the day she took the schedule straight from me anyway.

Well, folks, here's how this part of the story ends.  For now I shall continue going to all of my regularly scheduled classes, sitting quietly or writing on the board as I am required to do so.  But, as long as students keep coming to me and asking for Spoken English classes, you can bet I'm not going to turn them away.  If you build a good rapport with students, those who genuinely want to learn English will come--despite what any official schedule or institution says.  After all, aren't these the students we aim to be teaching in the first place?

Some may say that I am wasting my time and energy in this battle against the system.  And maybe there is some truth to this.  But one thing is for certain:  I'm not giving up easily.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Reminders of Home

It's random things, like these bumper stickers, that remind me of home.