It seems every time I update there’s some new milestone to
celebrate. Last time it was being in
Indonesia for one year. This time, it’s
passing the halfway mark. More than 50%
of my time here is behind me. All of a
sudden, things are swirling.
**
The Class Front
My counterparts and I have attempted to be disciplined these
last four to six weeks. Teaching stops
at the end of May, so we have until the 31st to finish our final
unit of the year. This has been an
alternately excellent and frustrating semester.
We’ve put together some top-notch lessons and activities, but since
March it’s been impossible to keep any sense of flow in the class because of
the myriad interruptions.
Time during spring semester is like cotton candy. It seems plentiful, but as you make your way
through the calendar, all that apparent substance melts away alarmingly
fast. There were “tryouts” (practice
National Exams), the school’s three-day anniversary celebration, national exams
for Islamic subjects, actual National Exams, and an assortment of national
holidays. There’s still a three-day
school trip around East Java coming up, and then semester exams will require
three weeks. I’ve been tracking
diligently, and I expect that when it’s all over, the rate of cancellation will
top 35% for this semester. The
stop-and-go takes a toll on creativity and enthusiasm. This is really the front on which I feel most
stressed, and most of that stress is self-generated. I love when class runs smoothly, and it just hasn’t
been able to do that recently.
I’m also unsatisfied with the progress I’ve made with regard
to sustainability. I feel too important
to the teaching process in my classes.
I’m too much in the center, in planning, teaching, and grading. Would all our progress disappear if I were no
longer here? I think not all of it would, but I’m uneasy about this. There’s a lot of time yet to correct this, and
it’s become a top priority for the next year.
On the bright side, my plan of having individual
conversations with all the students has worked out well. At the time of this writing, 119 out of 125
students have had their 30-minute talk with me or a counterpart. Of those 119, 87 chose to speak with me
rather than the counterpart. I’ve been
taking notes on each conversation and typing them up. That’s turned into a 45-page Word
document.
**
The Extracurricular
Front
As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, my English Club died,
as did the English Development extracurricular.
In their place, however, has arisen the (far superior) Speaking Club. I don’t think it’ll grow any more because
we’re so close to the end of the semester, but it’s reached seven groups, each
comprising five students. Each group
meets three times a week for 20 minutes—often longer—to practice speaking and
conversation in English with the supervision of an English teacher. Because each group requires personal
attention and must meet thrice/week, it needs a lot of time and effort on the
part of the supervisor(s). For most of
the semester, I went to every meeting of every group, steadily increasing my
time investment as more groups formed. I
had extracurricular conversations six days a week and spent at least seven or
eight hours per week for this club.
I think it’s made a difference. The speaking club students are better and
more confident than they were before.
They’re learning some things they can’t learn in the classroom. Some students are actually getting a
practical handle on tenses. Many of them
have opened up about personal issues and let me in on secrets that teachers
aren’t supposed to know. The speaking
club has been one of the great joys of my time in Indonesia.
The way it was running before, sustainability was a real
issue for speaking club, but I think I may have solved it. After building it up to a pretty large number
of groups requiring a huge individual effort, I and my CPs devised a schedule
whereby every English teacher helps with the club, trading off supervision
duties so that no one has to do too much and many more groups can be
accommodated. Two teachers oversee the
club each day, which allows for a minimum of six groups per day. We could eventually get up to 12 or 13 groups
of students, I think, without placing
too much of a burden on the English teachers.
Anyway, the sustainability portion is still being tested. It has worked since we started it a week and
a half ago, but many trials await.
Obviously, I'm excited about this. Sharing the burden with five other teachers
could also free me up to take on other projects or extracurriculars. I’d really like to put together a basketball
team.
**
Peace Corps Front
There’s so much happening here right now, it’s tough to keep
up. To be honest, it’s a rather
bewildering moment. ID-4, the group that
reopened the Indonesia program, served as mentors for me and my mates, and
became some of my closest friends, are going home in a couple weeks (with the
exception of Noel, Luke, and Bart, who are staying for another year). I haven’t been getting hung up on this
emotionally because it simply doesn’t feel real. Yet.
It’ll get real when they’re gone, and I’m anxious about that. I’m going to miss them—a few in particular. Even the ones who stay in Indonesia will be
far away in West Java.
Meanwhile, ID-6 arrived over a month ago. I was eagerly anticipating their coming for a
long time, and I was delighted to get to meet them when they got here. Last week I went to Malang to facilitate some
of their training sessions, and it was a total blast. I love doing training events. I’ve facilitated at my IST, at TOT (a
training for cultural and language facilitators), and now at ID-6’s PST. More than that, I loved being able to talk to
them, learn their names, learn their personalities a bit. It was fascinating to get sucked back into
the training atmosphere, where you are always with other Americans, your heart
filled with laughter and excitement and fatigue. They are a great group. I’m really excited to get to know them more
deeply, to form strong friendships, to go on vacations, and all that other
stuff.
And then on the sadder side, so many people from my group
have left—or been forced to leave. Out
of the 30 who came to Indonesia on my flight, only 20 remain. Six people left out of free choice, two left
because of a family emergency in the US, one was forced to leave due to medical
problems, and one was dismissed. It’s
just weird to be part of a shrinking
group.
Another bit of interesting news: I was elected to serve on the Volunteer Advisory
Committee. VAC (read: vack) is a body that serves as a liaison
between PCVs and staff. It basically
represents PCVs in discussions with the staff about programmatic issues where
Volunteer input is useful or necessary.
It can also advocate for PCVs as a whole if there are issues that need
to be raised with staff. At least that’s
how I understand it. Anyway, there
wasn’t a campaign or anything—people just chose two names from a list. Although it isn’t a huge deal, it did feel
really good to be chosen. People think
I’d be a good advocate for them! I take
it as a vote of trust and confidence, which is decidedly gratifying.
Next week, three trainees are coming to my village for a few
days to get a sense of life as a PCV.
I’ve met them and they’re good guys.
It’ll be nice to have them. Also
next week, it seems a group of people from the Steering Committee (Jakarta
folks from the Indonesian government who deal with Peace Corps) are stopping by
my site for a brief visit. I had one
last semester as well. The visit was
fine and dandy, but it threw me off my groove because it screwed with my class
schedule. Here’s hoping that doesn’t
happen again.
**
The Personal Front
Maybe now you see why I said things are swirling. There’s a lot for me to think about these
days. Truly, before going to Malang last
week for the PST sessions, I was starting to feel some burnout. Being with the trainees really energized me,
but I think I still need a rest. There
are only a few weeks left of real teaching, and after that comes a very long
break, which I both thirst for and dread.
Idleness is torment here. I plan
to go to Sulawesi with DP, Nicole, and Elle for about 10 days in late June and
early July. I’m going to need some other
ways to fill my time. I’ve come up with
various schemes, but there are a lot of empty days on the calendar.
I’ve been emotionally steady since February. Sometimes things are better, sometimes worse,
but overall I feel good. There are times
when I take things too seriously, as my counterpart reminds me. My face is always really easy to read. Last month Ms. Ani said that some of the
students were concerned because I hadn’t been smiling or laughing as much. They thought I might be angry with them. Often when I have a serious face, I’m not
actually angry or annoyed or stressed—I’m just focusing on something that needs
solving. I have to remind myself to
lighten my expression when I’m at school, which is so full of problems to be
addressed.
As the semester closes and I reflect on the year, I see a
lot of areas where I’ve fallen short and need to improve (don’t worry, I’m
aware of my successes as well). As much
time as I’ve spent with my students individually…it’s just not enough. I know I can do a lot more. I want to get involved
with English competitions. I want to
know more of the students personally. I
want to spend more time with them outside of school. I’ve been getting a ton of breadth so far,
but not enough depth.
One tension I’ve found is the one that exists between being
committed to my site—the students, teachers, and community here—and being
committed to the Volunteers and Indonesia program. Both are really important to me, but they
pull me in different directions, especially when it comes to free time. Lately I’ve felt guilty for being often away
from site. I think to myself: What am I supposed to do when classes are
canceled so often and nobody here seems committed to real education? I can justify being away from site, but
something feels off. Maybe that’s
because I love doing program stuff—trainings, site visits, supporting other
PCVs—so it doesn’t feel like work to me.
In contrast, being at site with nothing to do is awful for me. So it feels like “work”. And I’m choosing “not work” over “work”. Maybe that’s the guilt. I want to get this in balance next semester.
As ever, the commitment to service is solid. I got my first-ever care package
yesterday—thanks Mom! I expect things to
speed up now that we’re going downhill.
I’ve started thinking more often about post-Peace Corps. More on that some other time, when it’s no
longer so nebulous.
5/13/12
