Thursday, October 11, 2007

October 2-11
I’ve been a month at site and what do I have to show for it? Quite a lot, I think. I’ve met many people over the past month and I now have two conversation clubs in full swing. Each club meets twice a week for one hour. I also decided to create a third club for “everyone else” which will meet once a week. This means that 5 days a week I have conversation clubs. The third club solves my previous problem of having to say no to so many. However, people still insist they should be in the other clubs (which are for people who already know English and theoretically should be 15-24 year olds, though somehow older ones snuck in). I don’t have a plan for the third club yet, I don’t plan the way I used to, but I’m not too worried about it.

I’m now spending time in two centers and am going to try to add a third in the near future. The more exposure the better. Right now is all about making myself seen. This is not really a problem as I am pretty conspicuous (though my father told me the other day I looked Russian). Interesting.

I’m still waiting to feel the “Azeri timeframe” Supposedly Azeri’s move slower and spend most of their time taking it easy. Like many things I’ve “heard” I am waiting to see it. My counterpart works longer and harder than anyone I’ve met. And I’m always running from one place to another. Though I don’t have a typical “job” I’m always busy.

I’ve barely had a chance to study my Azeri and I’ve had some complications with my tutor. She’s an Azerbaijani language teacher who speaks no English. It makes clarification nearly impossible. After the first lesson I went home and looked up all the words and realized that she was teaching me about first person, second person, etc. I actually know all of these things, so I was pretty disappointed. The same thing happened again with tenses. I showed my counterpart the lessons she was giving me and she said that the stuff she was teaching me was hard for Azeri’s to understand. At least then I didn’t feel so stupid (did I mention that she laughs at me when I don’t understand something???) It’s pretty horrifying, but hopefully soon it will be fixed.

There have been some interesting political issues with the town as well. As no foreigners, especially American’s, live here the powers that be don’t quite know what to do with us. I met the police chief and he was like, “what am I supposed to do?” so he gave me his phone number and then had to call someone to see what I needed to do next. The same thing happened with the town executive body (excom). He called a meeting with my sitemate and I to tell us that his door was open and how much he loved America and the work we were doing, etc. etc. Good news for me, I suppose.

This morning my counterpart told me that the excom came to the library to say that perhaps I didn’t like the toilet (I’ve never actually seen this toilet, I didn’t know the library had one – I’ve been using the one next door – which is pretty bad. My counterpart said that ours was too bad to show me - yikes!) He is now issuing a repair. My counterpart shook my hand and thanked me for coming to her center. Now to me, this is truly outrageous and illustrates…I don’t even know what it illustrates. I don’t know whether to be elated or outraged. Later that day she said he issued repairs for all of the local libraries (I don’t think this had anything to do with me). My status here is so confusing…

The good news is that perhaps in the future I won’t have to deal with (this particular) humiliation every day; using someone else’s bathroom listening to their laughter because it serves me right to drink so much water (and I don’t drink nearly enough water).
And of course everyone else will have the opportunity to appreciate this as well.

Well, they do say that they want the Peace Corps Volunteers to leave behind something sustainable

3 comments:

Stephen said...

Hey, my name is Stephen Brown, and I was in the French class of Ms. Horn's that you spoke to last year before leaving. Ms. Horn recently gave me this address since I'm interested in joining the Peace Corps after college.

I just wanted to say hi and let you know that I'll be reading this.

Thanks for sharing your experience!

Michelle said...

Dearest Jenni,

I sigh and feel your language and cultural frustrations. While mine were on a much smaller scale with the ex and his family......I was laughed at when my farsi was bad, but I kept trying....even being in the U.S., but in their home, things were hidden from me....like you toilet scenario (they had a watering can for the bathroom to rinse with as an example. I did not know this for 7 years!!! They always managed to keep it put away when I was there).

Why? I am not sure, but I speculate that many parts of the world have been told that Americans live like Kings and Queens. ALL of us live lavishly. The ex relayed stories to me that he was told during his childhood about America and I was in total disbelief. Kind of like us as kids picturing Disneyland. But Disneyland everyday. I'm not kidding.

Adding to that idea, and of course this is all from the ex and his family; Americans are known to wash excessively; more than clean; wasteful; prissy; shower daily, etc.

Putting it all together-Your town probably does not have much to offer you in the ways of the extreme modernism that they ASSUME you are used to. So re-doing the toilets is a very nice gesture, which I am sure you know. This is funny in a sweet way because you are such a humble, easy going, accepting person!

Show your tutor up! Practice things she has not done with you and let the Azeri flow!!!! ahhahah Nothing felt better than the day during another (years of) non-English speaking dinner, even though his family could speak English just fine, then to jump in on the conversation. The look on his mother's face was priceless. :)

I would absolutely LOVE to be with you and those children/clubs. What an amazing teaching and learning experience for both.

TAKE MORE PICTURES!!!!

Love you!!!!
-Michelle

Mom said...

Hi Jen,

I guess you can't get your feelings hurt too much if you have no idea what people are really thinking about you:)

Love,
Mom