The first term of the school year has already gone by and I haven't
even updated you on my summer!
Since the summer break is during the hottest time of the year and I
literally have nothing to do during those weeks, this year I got out
of dodge! Well, after three weeks of summer classes, that is. In
Jamaica, the teachers at any given primary school can volunteer to
hold summer classes at their convenience, but as you can imagine not
many do. So I teamed up with a couple of other Peace Corps Volunteers
to do a little extra for the kids and do it our way! Kate came to my
school the first week of summer and we held enrichment sessions from
9-12pm for the grades 4-6, focusing on graphs (for the maths hour)
and poetry (for the literacy hour) with a craft component each day.
The next week, I joined Courtney at her school to assist with the 20
plus students who showed up bright eyed and bushy tailed everyday.
Finally, I stayed in Kate's community and did the same graphing and
poetry lesson plans that we taught at my school the first week.
After a year of educating myself in how to teach literacy at a
primary level, I finally figured out that being prepared and having
very structured lessons not only takes stress off of me, but also
forces the children to learn more. Who knew? Below are some pics
highlighting these adventures. For the same reason, I feel really on
my game this year and was ready to hit the ground running when
September rolled around.
Kate helping a student count candies for a bar graph
Making friendship bracelets
For the next three glorious weeks I took my only vacation back to the
states during my service. I got to catch up on my American media as
well as learn all about the novelties I've missed being isolated for
the previous year and a half. I felt like a Neanderthal when I had a
million questions about the e-cigarettes that everyone I know seems
to be smoking now as well as how to use a tablet to pay at local
stores. Although these were things when I was last in the land of
plenty, I had forgotten all about HD tv, crazy fast internet, froyo,
bubble tea, MEAT and all the other foods and IPA’s I’ve missed.
During the 20 day trip I visited 4 states, enjoyed the cool weather,
A/C, hot showers, cheap shopping, visited an amusement park, played
board games with my besties, caught up with old friends and sharing
in their life events, watched the entire first season of “orange is
the new black”, explored the latest innovations in the nail art
industry, recycled, discovered imgur, took a break from constantly
frizzy hair and obligatory pony tails as well as public
transportation, saw a brand new movie in the theatre, and figured out
my next steps after Peace Corps. But I must admit I had little
interest in making a trip to the beach in Connecticut or Lake Erie
because I know it simply can’t compare to the Caribbean experience.
I guess the grass is always greener on the other side, because after
just a few days in the land of plenty, I started to realize all of
the things I love and missed about Jamaica.
To counter my last post which focused
on some of the deeply ingrained problems of this country, here I have
for you a list of things I personally believe are better in Jamaica
than in America. Also, I included a bit of Patwa, as a cultural
interest.
Plain like paki: Here we call people
who tell it like it is “plain like paki” after the paki
vegetable, which has a very smooth plain exterior. It was
traditionally dried and hollowed out for a bowl. I have always been
one of those brutally honest people, which doesn't go over well with
many Americans but here is simply a way of life. It is possible to
take things too far with this, like when someone notices my weight
gain by saying, “Yuh get broad/fat!”
The Prime Minister is a woman: ok,
Portia Simpson-Miller isn’t the Governor General (the highest
ranking official in Jamaica), but it’s still super cool for a
developing country to have a female as second in command. Am I
right??
Tek it easy/Hush: The stereotype that
most Jamaicans are super laid back is quite right in my experience. I
think patience is in abundance among Jamaica's people because things
really do move a lot slower here when it comes to getting things
done, and people get used to it at an early age. Jamaican babies are
definitely the quietest infants I've ever heard, even when a mother
is holding a newborn in the back of a very full taxi (I have
literally never seen a child car seat in this country) careening
around mountainous pot-holey roads. It makes me wonder if there's
something genetic going on since it's such a contrast to the dread I
would feel when trapped with a baby on a long car ride or flight
under any other circumstances. Another Patwa word that exemplifies
this way of life is 'hush'. They don't mean 'shut up', but rather
'don't worry yourself' or 'you're alright, calm down'. Hush may be
the most common words I hear parents say to their children, so maybe
that factors in to the relaxed adults this country produces.
Pssst: This cat call (among many
others) is the sound I hear anytime I leave my community and have to
encounter males who don't know me. Even though unwanted attention is
the bane of my existence, I’m counting over confidence as a
positive because on many levels Jamaicans (and impoverished people
all over the world) struggle with a lack of confidence. Most people
here don’t lack confidence in anything, even when they probably
should. It is evident to me that there is no fear of rejection when
an 80 year- old married man hits on me and is genuinely surprised
when I don't snap him up on the hot offer. But I digress... the point
is that in general, Jamaicans believe in themselves no matter what
the task and that's pretty awesome.
Maanin: here in the bush, everyone
greets everyone all the time. If I'm walking to school in the morning
and pass by a group of 5 adults, I had better say 'maanin' 5 times or
else I will have one of them yelling at me down the street about how
I never greet them. While I saw it as a chore at first, sometimes
trying desperately to make eye contact or yelling greetings at
someone when they're just far enough away that the social custom
obligation is iffy, I now look forward to this ritual. It keeps me
in contact with most of the community members and solidifies my
relationships with them which comes in handy later when I'm trying
to get community projects off the ground. I am truly going to miss my
morning greetings.
Nutin a gwaan fi mi (Homlessness, or
the lack thereof): The previous phrase directly translated means
'nothing is going on for me', but implies that one cannot find work
or other life ambition. Although there are plenty of homeless people
in the capital city, Kingston, in my tiny community of 400 there
never will be. Don't get me wrong- we have mad men (and no I don't
mean like Don Draper) but if the needy and mentally challenged people
don't have any family to speak of someone else from the community
takes them in, feeds them, makes sure they bathe and wear at least
semi-clean clothes. This even happens with abandoned children. Can
you imagine someone in America taking in a total stranger simply
because they have no family or friends left? Although it speaks
volumes to a system that is much less regimented than what we're
accustomed to in the good ol' U. S. of A., Jamaicans have found a way
that works to care for their needy.
Wi likkle but wi tallawah: This phrase means 'we're little, but we're
strong'. Jamaicans are raised from a very young age to be proud of
their heritage. While certainly there is a good deal of national
pride in particular pockets of America, I think it's safe to say that
one would never see a Jamaican child exercise his or her right to
abstain from saying the national pledge like so many of my classmates
did in rebellion. And my favorite part about this is that Jamaicans
don't use patriotism to excuse their bigotry.
Formal manners: I couldn't think of a Patwa word for this, but
manners are of paramount importance here to the point that I have had
to change a good deal of my behaviors to avoid quarreling with
people. From excusing yourself from a room and eating properly with
fork and knife to ridiculously long ceremony formalities, Jamaicans
do things by the book and I love it for the most part.
Well that's it for the months-old update. I'll work on telling you
all about the last couple of months happenings as well as my prep for
leaving Jamaica. Unbelievably, my probable close of service date is
only about 4 months away! See you all soon!!