Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Compassion is Progress
Friday, December 26, 2014
Christmas in Nepal
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| Lisa made a paper Christmas tree, and for our Christmas breakfast, we turned an ordinary tree into a magical one. |
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| The Christmas tree queen and her masterpiece |
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| A new friend is a good present! |
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| YUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!! |
| We live in a beautiful world! The lake on Christmas morning. |
| Although I have not seen any real shih-tzus in Nepal, this cute fuzzy friend was a gift to stare at for a few minutes. |
| Bridges bring the world together. |
| Nameste! |
| A Nepali family asked to take a photo with us! We made so many new friends! |
| Nature knows it's Christmas! |
| Chocolate with a beautiful view = HEAVEN! |
| The sunrise over the mountains |
| Nepali milk tea, a beautiful view, and great company |
| Yummmmmm!!!! |
| This is the definition of a "good" morning. |
| Wee!! |
| Yay! |
| One...two |
| three! |
| Jump! |
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| On top of the world, jumping for joy! |
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Hands and Words for Helping: Friendship Bracelets with a Cause
Friday, December 19, 2014
Take me to America
I see the longing desperation in each mother's eyes when she asks me, "will you take my child with you to America." I fumble to form coherent sentences in Nepali. "I am a simple teacher," I say. "I cannot get your child a visa; that is the job of the American Embassy." I see their eyes turn glassy before they look down at the ground. "What about my husband?" They sometimes ask. I give the same reply. The mothers walk away, but still smile at me when I walk to school, only to ask me the same question a week later.
"Where are you from?" friendly strangers ask on buses, dirt paths, in shops and restaurants. "I am from America," I say knowing what will follow. "Oh! The United States! Will you take me to America?" (silence) "Nepal is beautiful isn't it?"
My host mother tells me stories of what it was like to be married at the age of 13, leave her parent's home, and drop out of school to work in the fields. She too dreams of America. "We will start a farm," she says. "I will cook and clean for your parents as they go old. We will sell vegetables grown without chemicals. Buba will teach math, Sabita will be a doctor, Sirjana and Samjana will be business women while Sankalpa and Saugat finish college."
I think back to the village where my host father and host mother grew up, a three hour walk from the nearest bus stop. I see families living peacefully side-by-side in the houses their grandparents built by hand from mud and cow dung. I see fields and fields of rice, corn, potatoes, cabbage, spinach, apple trees, orange trees, and guava trees as far as the eye can stretch. "This is the way my grandmother lived and her grandmother lived and her grandmother's grandmother lived," my 94-year-old hajuraamaa says with a toothless smile. There was something so beautiful and organic about the village, given that every meal was a result of a relatives' hard work—anything needed to live either came from the earth or the diligence of the villagers' hands. "When the school came, it changed everything," my grandmother explains. "Our children were no longer here to help in the fields, and they began to dream of leaving our village for the city to find work."
I listen in silence, afraid that I will witness "what happens to a dream differed," the innocent notion that simply by coming to America all dreams will come true. I think back to my family's history, their sacrifices, and how such deep tragedy and desperation brought my grandparents to this country. I re-read the words of Henry David Thoreau, Rachel Carson, and Bill McKibbin, questioning the price of industrialization and consumerism. I watch the world news on a ten-inch TV screen in Nepal and start to cry when I see that people are still murdered because of their skin color. I am haunted by Harper Lee when I sleep—along with a thousand Americans asking themselves "where do I belong? America is the land of the free for who? And at what cost?"
My experiences abroad make me question everything—what the presences of schools have done to communities around the world, what will happen if humans continue to turn their back on their relationship with the natural world, and how the price of freedom seems to equate to a t-shirt on the clearance rack at Walmart that no one will ever buy, sewn by the hands of a 13-year-old girl in a developing country longing for a better life.
So sometimes I ask myself, would I trade my life of education and shopping malls for a simple yet arduous existence, planting and harvesting rice, living in a hand-made house, at one with the landscape that generation upon generation of my ancestors had called home? If I had been born in Nepal, would I too beg to ask, "Take me to America?"
Thursday, December 18, 2014
A Trip to “Choice Radio Station”
It was the last day of second term government exams, so students and teachers returned home around 1pm. I was excited to go home and read books on Waldorf Education so I could prep for my job interview later that night. I had planned everything out, Mr. "TBU" sir, the English teacher at my host father's school and NELTA focal person for the Gorkha ETAs had agreed to take me to the bazaar on his motorbike and use the Wi-Fi at his language learning institute, where I teach adult English classes three times a week. "We are going to stop at the radio station and do some recording first," he said. Being Nepal, I did not understand what that meant until we showed up at the radio station…
First there was the commercial, Mr. TBU wanted me to record a sentence saying "Hi I'm Emily, welcome to our English language class!" Then there was the "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!" announcement. I was totally fine with recording these two things, they were in English….but then, I was told I was going to be interviewed ON THE AIR in Nepali. "You want me to do WHAT!?!?!?!?!?" was my initial reaction. Before I got an answer, I was escorted back into the recording booth. I heard the cheery Nepali music in the background, and then the Radio personality man Mr. "K" began talking like a car going a million miles per hour. I understood the Namaskar part, but that was about it. I felt my heart beating quickly, as my hands began to tremble. "Just breathe, just breathe" I told myself, "what's the worst thing that can happen?" So, I just started talking about how much I love my students, school, co-teachers, and host family. I have no idea if I actually answered any of the questions he asked me, but I talked. At the end of the fifteen minute interview, I wanted to run under a desk and hide, but before I could do that, I heard the Radio personality re-recording the questions he asked so that they matched the answers I gave.
This morning when I entered the school, I was greeted by our school's youngest student, a two year old who has been known to get up from her desk and start dancing in the middle of class.
"Miss, miss!!!! You were on the radio! My mother understood your Nepali!" she said with a smile in her high-pitched two-year-old voice. Some of the older students soon gathered around and said things along the lines of "yeah, you spoke such good Nepali and you said you love us on the radio!" My day was officially made when one of the more quiet children came up to me and his peers and said, "Emily miss can speak Nepali and we can speak English now" in a serious, calm, and confident manor.
Some of the once in a lifetime experiences I have had in Nepal, like being interviewed in Nepali on Choice Radio, jumping out of the window of a Nepali bus, and dancing on stage in front of hundreds of people, have helped me gain the confidence to just "go for it." I've been pushed quite far out of my comfort zone, but things have always turned out okay in the end. You never know what you will learn or teach others by trying something new. Although it was a bit scary being interviewed in Nepali, it was worth it because it helped affirm to my students that I really do love them.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Question Everything!!!
The ability to ask and answer questions both orally and on paper are fundamental skills for English language learners. One day, a student asked me "who old is you?" Instead of simply dismissing the student as being wrong, I decided it was time for them to practice learning how to ask questions. Thus, I designed a unit to help students learn how to answer questions by first practicing how to ask them.
Who? What? When? Where? Why? How? Nepali and English Matching Cards
We started the unit by exploring the meanings of each of the six question words. I made self-correcting flash card puzzles for each word in English and Nepali, and the students played a matching game finding the correct Nepali word for the English word. (yes, this activity also helped me learn some important Nepali words.)
The way the game works is, you divide the class into two equal teams. Then, put the English cards on one side of the front of the classroom, and put the Nepali words on the other side of the classroom. Have the students stand in two lines, putting students with equal ability levels opposite one another. On the count of "1,2,3 go!" the two students on opposite teams run to match an English question word to the Nepali question word. The first student back with a correct match gets a point for his/her team.
Question Word Comics
I have found comics to be a great way to reinforce concepts with my 2-5th grade students. They call for a degree of creativity, but also show whether or not the students understand the topic being studied. In the comic below, a fifth grade student is drawing pictures to match self-selected questions using the "who, what, when, where, why, and how" words.
Question Word Post-It Game
I LOVE post-it notes. They are also very useful in the classroom for teaching anything that involves categorizations. I started this activity off by writing a series of ten questions on the board. I gave each child a different colored pack of 10 post-it notes. (There are only six students in my 4th grade class, so this was not too much work. I would not, however, recommend this activity for large class sizes). Anyways, I had the students copy ten questions from the board. But, the questions were missing their question words! Throughout the classroom, I taped up pieces of paper with the words "who, what, when, where, why, and how." Students had to individually put their post-it notes, on the correct question word.
When all the students were finished, we practiced correct pronunciation and intonation when asking the questions. Once the students understood how to ask questions, it was time to begin answering them!
Finding the Answers
I did a few different activities to help the students begin answering the questions. I started doing this orally. I simply put the students into two lines, one with "questioners" and the other with "answerers" and I had them practice asking and answering questions with one another. After practicing asking and answering the questions orally, I had the students practice writing and answering the questions in a self-created and illustrated mini-book called "My Question Diary." The question diary contained a number of questions such as "what is your name? where do you live? what sports do you enjoy?" I made a list of questions on the board that students could choose from. For their question diary, they had to choose five questions, and write the question and answer in a small mini book that they made from computer paper. Along with writing and answering the questions, they had to provide illustrations. I was amazed by how beautiful their books turned out! Unfortunately, they took the books home to show their parents and siblings before I could snap a picture, but I guess its a good thing because it shows that they are proud of their work.
I used the "My Questions Diary" as a means of assessing the students written ability to write and answer questions, but I wanted to find a way to also assess the students' oral ability to ask and answer questions...on the final day of the unit, it was game time! I found a really cool game which uses a deck of cards to ask and answer questions.
If you haven't already inferred this from my posts and pictures, I absolutely love my students. I am amazed by how hardworking they are and am blessed with the opportunity to feed their hunger for learning. Since teaching this unit, my students have been more vocal speaking English outside the classroom, and the skills they learned from it helped bump up their government exam scores. I am very proud of the progress that has been made over the past three months.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
We are Queens and We are Kings!
| Circle Time (the first 10-15 minutes of class each day) |
| The Royal Portrait |
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| Q for "Queen" |





