Sunday, September 16, 2012

"Are These Divorce Papers?"


A few fun stories from the last two weeks…

Last week I was in the middle of teaching 3rd period about adverbs.  It is about ten minutes before the bell is suppose to ring.  They are ready to leave and I’m ready for them to leave.  We are struggling through examples when a loud noise starts and Samoan comes over the PA system.  I stop and ask the kids what the speaker is saying and what that noise is.  In unison they yell “It’s the tsunami siren!  We have to leave now!”  Some of my more outgoing students continue with “We are all going to die!  Miss, we must get to high ground!”  I took outside and no one is leaving.  I tell them this and they say “No, we must leave” and a few head towards the door.  Eventually, one of my guys starts laughing and tells me that the sirens are just being tested.

I few of my students, mostly guys, have started teasing me and joking around with me.  One of my football players, Matthew, is the biggest flirt in my class.  He has tried his hardest to convince me that he is 19. (I have his information that says he is 14.)  Well, one day last week as he was leaving he walks up and says. “I will wait and in nine years I will come and find you.”  I was like, “Matthew you know that in nine years I won’t be 23 anymore?”  His response, “Age does not matter in love.”  The next day he came in and said, “How’s my wife today”  I laughed and him and told him to have a seat.  Later in the class I handed him a paper to give to the guy next to him.  Without missing a beat he goes, “What’s this?  Are these our divorce papers?  I can’t believe it and who is this guy?  Are you cheating on me?  I will find him”  I know I shouldn’t encourage this behavior, but I couldn’t help but laugh and play along.  I was like, “They are. I’m sorry” So every day since he has been trying to win me back.  I get sung to when I walk by his desk, winked at, and little funny comments made.  I class has joined in and play along with it too. 

Last Sunday Sara and I went to a special youth service at one of the LMS churches near by.  One of my students had invited me and said that the teens would be singing and dancing.  I want to support my students, plus she is one of my favorites so Sara and I put on our white skirts and made the 30 minute walk to church.  The service was amazing.  Of course I have no clue what the pastor said or what the words of the songs said, but the teens voices and dances were great.  Three of the villages near by get together every other month and the youth perform.  I had students in 2 of the 3 groups.  One of the groups did a skit and although I didn’t understand what was being said I could tell by the actions that it was the story of Jesus forgiving the adulterous woman.  One of my boys had a solo.  I didn’t get a recording of it, so you will have to believe me when I say his voice truly is angelic.  All the groups used the music from modern songs (Azunto, Taylor Swift, Michael Jackson, Grease), but changed the words to have a Christian meaning. 






I have realized that Samoans have a way of making you realize you are incompetent without telling you that you are.  For example, last night Sara and I decide we want a coconut.  We go walking around the yard looking for a coconut tree that is short enough for us to reach.  We find one and knock a coconut down.  It is a rotten one.  We are starring up at the tree when Tau (the neighbor behind us) walks up and asked what we are trying to do.  We tell him we are trying to get a coconut down.  He asked, “if you get a coconut down how are you going to get the shell off?”  Sara and I look at each other and I say, “a hammer” (then remember we don’t have one).  His response with a little laughter in it “that will take a while” and then explains how you husk a coconut.  Sara and I are still standing there looking up at the lovely green coconuts just waiting for us to eat them and now knowing that cannot get them husked.  He must have seen our looks of disappointment because he goes “let me go put my stuff up (he was getting breadfruit off a tree) and I’ll bring you two.”  About 10 minutes later he brought us two husked coconuts.  We put them in the freezer to get cold and then took out the open.  We wanted to keep the water from inside to drink which meant hitting them against the ground to open would not do.  Neither of us have a machete to cut it open with, the four knives and three chop sticks we were trying to chop it with wasn’t working.  So what do we do…Google!  We do as Google says and start hitting it with the blunt side of a cleaver.  After a good 5 minutes of this it opens!  Had our coconut adventure been record it would be the top watched video on YouTube right now.

A few good things from the week that aren’t funny, but you probably want to know about….

I am teaching the majority of the freshman students with IEPs.  There are 11 and I teach 8 of them.  The school assigned me a special ed teacher, Tammy, to help with my two periods that have the most students with IEPs.  She started this week and it has been a life saver.  She comes into my 3rd and 4th period everyday.  I still teach (although she has volunteered to teach as well) and she jumps in to better explain things or to translate things.  She is able to devote the one-on-one attention that some of the kids need and that I was unable to give in a class of 30.  The behavior in these two classes has also improved tremendously.  She is Samoan, which means she will hit them.  As first I wasn’t sure how this would fit into the anti-violence classroom I am trying to make, but I suppose her doing it.  I’ve seen her get two kids, both for not respecting me.  She didn’t hit them hard, but it was enough to get their attention.   She also helped me get a whiteboard into my room!  On Friday when she left after 4th period she saw teaching getting whiteboards (you have to know someone to get things around here and it’s first come first serve) she ran back up to my room and told me to send you guys down with a note to pick one up.  I sent two guys down and 20 minutes later they came back with a full size whiteboard. (Now I just have to find someone to put it up).

My second period class is my other mainstream class.  This was probably my worst behaved class.  Last week I got an email from my department heading telling me to pick the seven worst performing students because she would take over teaching them.  I picked the students how had D’s and F’s and a behavior problem.  If a student was failing, but trying then I kept that student.  That class now has 17 students and is like a totally different class.  I’m not getting as many attitudes from students, they are doing their work, and they are talking during class less.  By no means are they perfect, but it has improved.

My last piece of good information:  I think I have had a break through with one of my trouble making students (the student who set the fire, see previous post).  On Tuesday had been another challenging day with him.  He was refusing to do his work.  He was the last one in the class to leave that day so I took the opportunity to talk to him.  I locked the door (only way to keep students in and others out) and was stern, but caring.  I said, “Jeff you are not stupid.  You’re not stupid right?”  He shook his head no. I said, “You want to play football in college right?  You have to do well in school and in English.  You can’t go to the States and not be able to read, write, and speak correctly.  I want you to go to college” and I let him go.  The next day he came in and sat in his seat (first time all year I haven’t had to tell him to sit in the correct seat).  We were drawing to show how to use prepositions.  I found out he enjoys drawing.  He worked the entire class period and voluntarily stayed after to finish.  He was absent on Thursday and on Friday he was so quiet that I almost counted him absent.  I looked up and he was in his desk quietly working. 

I’ll end with a prayer request.  Due to the recent attacks on US Embassies in the Middle East and Africa WorldTeach has forwarded all volunteers a travel caution issued by State Department.  There is basically no threat of violence in American Samoa, but WorldTeach does have volunteers in Bangladesh (it was my second choice for my placement).  That is the most likely of the countries that WorldTeach is in to be affected.  Please pray for the safety of the volunteers and field personnel there.  

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Odds and Ends (lots of photos)

(I put the smoke alarm up.  Surprisingly I've been cooking every night and it hasn't gone off yet!  That is a record for me)


I decided my bedroom walls needed some decorating and tape wasn't holding anything up.  The solution?  String and paperclips.  I realized I only brought a few family pictures and I can't get any printed off of Facebook here.  So, if any of my friends would like to drop a few in the mail that would be great.

Thank you to everyone who has given school supplies!  I have now received three boxes this sized packed to the top!  I think I am good on supplies for now.  I will post if there are any other needs in my classroom.

Also in my boxes were some "Kristina Supplies"  Thank you mom!

The coveted grade book.  I still feel like I shouldn't be touching it.  I guess it is going to take a while to get use to not being the student.


This is how I spend my evenings and Sundays.  Grading, lesson planning, and now watching Boy Meets World.  It's the American part of me that allows me to multi-task effectively.

The next picture of the ocean near our house.  The area is called Sliding Rock.  Sara and I found out why.  Those rocks are slick when they are wet.  We did not manage to find the area there that is swimmable.  I'm going with one of my students this week to find out where the swimming hole is.











A few of my "tough" boys that came along to protect Sara and I.










Sara






Please look at the gear shift of this super cool bus.


The mural- Passing this means the mall is right about the curve

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Fire in H6


Fires are common in English classrooms right?  Yea, I didn’t think so.  Well, anything is possible in Samoa.  I have a smoke alarm for my apartment, but didn’t know that I needed one in my classroom too.

Yesterday the class was taking a quiz on verbs, nouns, and pronouns.  Students were starting to finish the quiz and I told them when they were done to draw, read, and sit quietly.  One student I kept having to remind to be quiet.  He had turned his quiz in already and was talking to a friend who was also finished.  I turned my back away from him for 30 seconds to answer another students question.  When I turned back around flames are shooting off the floor as high as the desk! (umm, how to handle fires was not in the training I got) So I stand in shock for a second and go to get my water bottle while the student who started it is trying to stomp the flames out (while wearing rubber flip flops).  The fire was put out and all that remains is a black mark on my floor.

The switch on the kid’s lighter (yes, he is only 14 years old and smokes) became stuck in the on position and so he dropped it on the floor to kept from burning his hand. 

I send him to the office with a referral slip about what happened and also requested the counselor check his foot and legs for burns.  I call down to make sure that they know he is coming.

I start today thinking he was probably suspended.  The office threatened to suspend one girl for back talking me.  So I though fire setting would be suspending worthy.  His class starts and he is sitting in his sit.  WHAT IN THE WORLD.  I’m waiting until after school or lunch to go and find out why in the world he is in my class today.

At least I can now add firefighter to my resume!

A typical day in AS


Are you wondering what I do all day every day?  Here is a little peak into my average school day schedule.

5:45- Alarm goes off.  I may get up now or lay in bed for another five minutes.
           Get ready for school. (make breakfast, pack a pbj, get dressed, pack my bag)
7:00- Leave and walk with Sara to school
7:20/25- Get to school.  We are usually one of the first teachers on campus.
Lock ourselves in our rooms so we can prepare for the day without having     students come in.  Write the lesson on the chalkboard, grade papers, check email.
8:15- Go down to the office (remember no one was there when we arrived), say     good morning to a dozen students on the way, and pick up the day’s announcements.
8:25- Warning bell rings.  I unlock my door and let students come in.
8:30- 9:20 The first class of the day.  The schedule changes each day so I never have the same class two mornings in a row.  The students sing a hymn and say a prayer to start the day.
9:25-10:15 The second class (If this is a Tuesday or Friday this is my planning period)
10:15-10:35 The students get a break
10:40-11:30 The third class of the day (If it is Wednesday this is my planning period)
11:35-12:25 The forth class of the day
12:25-1:10 Lunch
1:15-2:05 The fifth class of the day.  (If this is a Monday or Thursday this is my planning period)
2:10-3:00 The last class of the day.
3:00-4:00/ 5:00/ 6:00 or whenever Sara and I are done.  After school I stay and get the room cleaned up and ready for the next day.  I enter attendance for the day and try to get grading done.  Students also come in after school for help or to use my laptop “for educational purposes.”  Once Sara and I have finished everything we start our walk 20 minute walk home.
5:00/6:00 Once I get home I shower (because it is the time when the water is the warmest), and fix dinner.  
8:00/9:00 Bed.  From the time I finish dinner I start counting down until it is late enough to go to bed.  I usually I make it until 8:00 then go read a few pages in bed before falling asleep.

That's it.  I wish it were more exciting and I could say that after school I go and lay on the beach in a bikini and watch the sunset.  However, I may be living in paradise, but life is not always paradise.  I have gotten into a schedule though and I am enjoying have that part of my day pretty stable.