Thankfulness

Well, I think it’s time again for the annual “what I’m thankful for” blog post.  Last year everything was timed nicely so that my whole training group got to eat Thanksgiving Dinner at the Peace Corps Country Director’s house the night before our swearing-in ceremony.  This year, I will be enjoying a turkey sandwich in a nearby city, celebrating the fact that I am done teaching for this year, and school’s out ‘til February!  Here we go with the thankfulness:

• ·      I am thankful for my host family.  They make me laugh, make me food, and treat me like another part of the family.  My host siblings like to tell people I’m their sister, and my host mom once said to my host dad when I came home from being away for the weekend, “Your oldest daughter is home.”  I have an excellent living situation, which is something that can really make or break your Peace Corps service. 
• ·      I am thankful for my host niece.  Because you can’t help but smile when you’re hanging out with an adorable 5-month-old.  And when she stays over, she pretty much always sleeps through the night, which is excellent for me because she sleeps in the room next to mine.
• ·      I am incredibly thankful for my Peace Corps friends.  It’s hard for anyone who is not here living this crazy experience to really understand what we’re going through.  The friendships I’ve formed with these people are deeper than most others, and I wouldn’t have made it this far without their funny texts, shoulders to cry on, encouraging words, and the adventures we’ve had together.
• ·      I’m thankful for my family and friends back home.  Though we don’t talk often, I’d like to think they’re thinking about me every once in awhile, and I know they’ve got my back.  And I’m so grateful for the opportunity to come home for Christmas and New Years (thanks mom and dad!)
• ·      Last but not least, this year has not been an easy one for me, and I can tell you that on December 31^st, I am more than happy to say goodbye to 2013 once and for all.  However, I have learned to be grateful for difficult moments.  While we’re going through them, they may seem like the worst thing ever, but in this past year I have learned how strong of a person I actually am, and I know now that I can get through whatever challenge is thrown my way.  For that, I am thankful.

So, enjoy your turkey, stuffing, and pumpkin pie.  I’ll be here in Nicaragua taking a 90-minute bus ride just to enjoy a turkey sandwich and a beer.  And maybe some ice cream for dessert.  I didn’t want to be cliché and write about how living in a developing country has made me thankful for things like always having food on the table, running water, a roof over my head, etc.  But keep in mind those things tomorrow.  We have a lot to be thankful for.

Miraflor and Halloween!

Miraflor

Last weekend I had 3 of my fellow Nica 60 volunteers come visit me at my site.  They live in Rivas (south of Managua), so it was a long trip for them, but I'm so glad they came.  I love having people visit, and we also took an overnight trip to Miraflor Nature Reserve, which was a much needed retreat.

After showing my friends around my site (the 10-15 minute tour, it's a small town), we headed out on the bus to Esteli.  We got a bite to eat, found the UCA Miraflor office where we got a map and paid for our stay, and then headed back to the bus station to get on the noon bus to Miraflor.  It was a 2 hour bumpy ride on the bus, and then we got out of the bus at a fork in the road and had to walk a couple of kilometers to get to the place where we were staying, Finca Fuente de Vida.  Miraflor is basically a huge protected nature reserve which used to have lots of deforestation, but ecotourism has stopped this and given the residents an alternative way to earn money.  You can read more about Miraflor here.  We stayed in the highest zone of the reserve, in the cloud forests.

We arrived at Fuente de Vida after traversing some muddy dirt roads and huge puddles.  After opening the front gate, we followed the path through beautiful gardens.  Lunch was waiting for us, and then we headed out to explore.  Going to Miraflor during the rainy season probably wasn't the best idea, but we brought our umbrellas and went out to walk around, trying to find our way to a waterfall that we had heard about.  We made it to the waterfall, but it started to rain harder and it was going to get dark soon, so we decided to head back.  We made it back just as it got too dark to see, and, once again, our food was waiting for us.  I should mention that the climate in the cloud forest isn't only wet but also COLD (relatively speaking, for Nicaragua).  After changing into warm, dry clothes, eating dinner, and drinking lots of hot tea, we hung out laughing and chatting under blankets in our room.  The next morning we had breakfast and had wanted to go out explore some more, but, once again, it was raining.  We hung out close by, walked down to the bus stop, and caught the bus back to Esteli.  The bus was crowded, and I ended up standing up the whole 2 bumpy hours.  In Esteli, I said goodbye to my amigas and headed back to my site.  It was a great, relaxing trip, and I'm already planning a trip back to see more of the reserve.

In my site, before leaving for Miraflor

path and gardens at Finca Fuente de Vida

exploring the cloud forest

Halloween

On a whim, I decided to try celebrating Halloween here in my site.  Halloween is not typically celebrated in Nicaragua, although it has become more popular in recent years.  Most people call Halloween "Dia de Brujas" (Witches' Day), so it took some explaining to teach the kids (and teachers) that Halloween is really just a day that kids dress up in costumes and get candy, nada mas.  I made the decision a couple of days beforehand and put up a sign at the school that the kids could come to my house on Halloween in costume and I would give them candy.  Needless to say, it caught on, and I ended up with LOTS of kids, mostly in costume.  Kids here get pushy for candy, but I think everyone got some.  I had grabbed an ayote from my garden in my rural school, which looked just like a little green pumpkin, and I carved it and lit a candle inside.  My host family also had a dried out gourd-container that I drew a face on, and my host mom brought me a plastic jack o'lantern from Jinotega.  I bought like 10 bags of candy and made a sign telling the kids that they had to say, "trick or treat," to get their candy.  

Kids came in little by little, and I gave out candy, took pictures, and everyone hung out in the street outside of my house.  We decided to do a little halloween parade, and we walked down to the park and around back up to my house.  Despite kids getting pushy for the candy, I think everyone enjoyed it, and now has a better understanding of what Halloween is.  Afterwards, I watched a report about Halloween on the news in which multiple religious figures talked about how awful and diabolical it is.  Hopefully I was able to teach those in my town that it's actually a harmless, fun holiday.  Everyone had a great time! (see Facebook for more Halloween pictures!)

Hmmm....

Hmmm.... what have I been doing?

I need to start blogging more often.  My last post was from September 5th, our one-year anniversary of being in Nicaragua.  And now, we're coming up on our one year in-site anniversary in a little over a month.  Crazy stuff.

General consensus from my fellow Nica 60 environment volunteers is that we are ready for the school year to be over.  We've learned a lot this school year, and at this point are tired and ready for a nice long school vacation.  Almost all of the other volunteers from my group are heading home to the states for Christmas/New Years, so they have begun their countdown.  Some claim to be making lists already of things to do/buy/eat while they're home.  Because I went home in May, I'm going to be spending another Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years away from home.  However, I'm going to be having some visitors in December and January, so I'll be taking vacation, just not in the states.  I haven't begun the countdown yet, but I'm sure I will soon.

Work has been nothing special.  My gardens have all kind of stopped producing or become overrun by weeds or had all of the vegetables stolen by neighbors or plants ripped out by kids.  In the schools I've been focusing on science classes, co-planning and co-teaching.  I've got a good rhythm going with a few of my profes, and the kids look forward to the days that I come in.

In September, because of Independence Day and giving some training sessions in Managua for the new group, I feel like I barely spent any time in the school.

Here are some highlights since my last post:

Celebrating one year in-country with some Nica 60 friends in Leon.  Ate some yummy, non-Nicaraguan food and went to the beach.  Also got to celebrate my birthday a few days late with some good friends

I opted out of this year's Independence Day celebrations and took a weekend trip to the Laguna de Apoyo- a huge, beautiful lake near Masaya and Granada.  I used my birthday money (thanks mom and dad!) to spend a few days there.  Relaxed, went swimming, and had a great time.


2 of the trainees from the new group came up to visit me for a few days.  Trainees do a visit to current volunteers in order to see a new place and learn more about what the daily life of a volunteer is like.  They came right after Independence Day, so there were a couple of days without class.  We spent one day off climbing up to the cross in Jinotega and they helped me co-plan and observed my classes in my rural school.  It was kind of funny answering all of their questions and seeing how fascinated they were by small things like the wood stove my host mom cooks on and some big avocados that we bought across the street.

I gave a training session to the new volunteers at the end of September.  Got to hang out  with some other volunteers from my group.  We had a lot of laughs hanging around the Peace Corps office, ate Papa Johns pizza and saw a movie (pizza is a big deal).

On October 4th there was a big celebration here.  Why do we celebrate October 4th?  Well, La Concordia celebrates the birth and death of General Benjamin Zeledon (strangely, he was born and died on the 4th of October).  The day before, there was a "carnaval" at the school where I work, which is named after General Zeledon.  The kids showed up in crazy costumes and we paraded around town.  On the 4th, there was a parade with the bands from here in La Concordia and some from neighboring towns.  In the park, each band performed with their scantily-clad dancers and there were also musical groups and impersonators.  There were tons of people, even more than the fiestas patronales back in February.  I was glad that I got to see the band presentations because I had missed them on Independence Day.  At night, there was a party in the recraeativo, and those are always interesting.

carnaval costumes

gross carnival costumes- apparently made with paint, flour, water, and rice. 

dancers from the primary school where I work, marching in the parade on October 4th

Next up...4 friends from my group are coming to visit me in a couple of weeks.  We are hopefully taking an overnight trip into the Miraflor Nature Reserve in Esteli.

That's all for now!  Thanks for reading!

It’s Not All Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

It’s my birthday, I can cry if I want to

Someone from Peace Corps once told me, “If you have a great day, write about it on your blog.  If you have a bad day, write about it in your journal.”  That’s a nice rule, but then my blog will be misrepresenting my experience here.  Does every class go great?  Am I happy every day?  Do projects always go smoothly?  Does the garden always grow?  No, no, no.

Today marks one year since we arrived in Nicaragua.  No matter what we’ve done in this first year, it’s an accomplishment in itself that we’ve made it this far.  Some others who started out in our training group with us a year ago today didn’t make it to the one year mark; whether for personal, medical, or family reasons they had to make the difficult decision to head back home and not finish their service.  Just making it one year is an accomplishment.

Yesterday was my birthday.  I had a great morning at work at my rural school.  The students sang me songs and we had a little dance party.  It was impromptu and heartfelt, and the kids and I really enjoyed it.  Then I came home from class.

I’ve found that when I have too much time alone, to much time to think, that’s when it’s the toughest.  I start to think about the fact that I’m 25 and still haven’t started my career, I think about my friends at home and all of the things I’m missing out on, I think about how I would be celebrating my birthday if I was there instead of here.  You don’t know boredom until you’ve been in the Peace Corps.  In the last year, and in my time in Honduras, that’s one thing I’ve definitely learned—how to be bored and be okay with it, to embrace it and not let it overwhelm me.  Yesterday afternoon I was bored.  And it was my birthday.  And I was sad.  And pretty homesick.

What was I expecting?  I don’t really know.  My host family here hasn’t ever done anything big to celebrate people’s birthdays.  It was just a regular afternoon.  I washed all my clothes, stopped by the school to plan with one of my teachers, watched some Netflix, and spent some time feeling sorry for myself.

If there’s anything that has made me grow over the past year, it’s my ability to pick myself up after days like yesterday.  To acknowledge “yeah, that was rough.”  And then remind myself, “and now it’s over.”  Peace Corps service is a rollercoaster. 

My parents sent me a calendar in the mail, and I use it to write down important things that I have going on, but even more importantly, at the end of each day, I take a Sharpie and put a big X through the day that is ending.  At first I thought that this was a bad tradition for me to have, that it seemed too much like I was counting down the days until my service is over.  But then I realized how therapeutic it is sometimes, after a hard day, to put that big X through the date and remember that I’m moving forward and that it’s time to put that day behind me and look ahead to the next one.  Maybe the kids were wild in class and I got frustrated, maybe I felt unproductive and sat and watched movies all day, maybe I worked hard on a lesson and then ended up not having class, maybe it’s rained all day and my clothes didn’t dry…but no matter what happened, I still get to put that big X through the date and it’s done, over, finished.

Happy 1 year in country, Nica 60.  We’ve made it this far, and we’ll make it the next year and three months too.  Birthdays and anniversaries are a great opportunity to look back at the good and the bad of the past year.  To remember how we’ve grown and changed and think about the year to come.  I’ve learned, experienced, and grown so much, and things are always looking up!  Like I said, Peace Corps service is a rollercoaster, and even after the lowest moments, there's always something to look forward to...things always start getting better.  My birthday wasn't the best of days, but I'm leaving tomorrow to Leon with my Nica 60 friends to celebrate 1 year in-country.  And then Luis finishes his volunteer program and I'm going away with him next weekend.  It always gets better!

In Managua.

Before you read this post, please watch this absolutely ridiculous music video...

I've been spending a lot of time in Managua over the past three weeks, which also means that I've been spending very little time in my site/at my schools. 

A couple of weeks ago, I got a phone call from Felix, the new tech trainer for the environment project (although new to our project, Felix is not new to Peace Corps, he used to work for the agriculture project) asking me if I'd be willing to give a charla (training session) to the newest group of volunteers, Nica 62, who arrived in mid-August.  I had been chosen by my supervisors to give the charlas about school gardens, along with Patrick, another volunteer from my group.  It was cool to be chosen, because that means that they were impressed by the gardens that I've done in my site (which, by the way, were my first-ever gardens that I've ever made).  Most volunteers who give charlas to trainees just do one session, however the garden charlas have multiple sessions.  First, a training session on the basic theory behind school gardens (find a flat place, make a fence, make sure to water and weed---we're talking really basic), then a practicum where we make a little sample garden to practice the techniques, and lastly the trainees set up gardens in the schools in their training towns to maintain for their 11 week-long training period.  Add to that list a meeting in Managua beforehand to plan everything and we're looking at a LOT of time spent in Managua.

After a 1 day/1 night trip in to plan everything, Patrick and I returned a week later to give the garden theory charla.  The new group of trainees is much bigger than our group was (20 compared to 13), and they were only a week into their training.  That means that they are still attentive, enthusiastic, excited, nervous, and have a MILLION questions about EVERYTHING.  After giving our charla, Patrick and I answered lots of questions about gardens but also about our work schedules, co-teaching, language learning, and other projects.

Two days later, we helped with the garden practicum.  We divided the trainees into 5 groups of 4 and each group was led by a facilitator.  During the practicum, I let the trainees do most of the work, but helped guide them and explain why we were doing things the way we were.  My group worked hard and we got everything finished before the other groups.  We built a small seedbed, complete with roof for sun and wind protection, planted rows of cucumber and radish, and planted 4 squash plants.

The charla was on a Thursday and the practicum was on a Saturday, so on Sunday I headed back to my site.  However, all of these training sessions also coincided with the time period in which we all have to do our mid-service medical visit (a short talk with the Peace Corps doctors, and a trip to the dentist).  I had scheduled mine for Wednesday, so really I was only in my site from Sunday until Wednesday morning, when I headed back to Managua once again at 5:30 a.m. to be in the office around 9:30. 

Healthy and with no cavities, I spent a few days in Managua before going on Saturday to help the trainees set up gardens in their training town schools.  I was in El Rosario, Carazo helping a group of 4 trainees, Tom, Geri, Claire, and Claire, to set up their garden.  I was extremely impressed with the preparation and planning that they had put in.  They did a name game with the students who came to help, talked about the different tools, and did a good job organizing the students.  I did my best to help them with whatever they needed (which many times was Spanish vocabulary, or helping explain something to a student) but they did an excellent job.  I think every new group has it's own dynamics and personality, and to me this group seems very focused and serious.  Hopefully they'll lighten up a little bit over the next few weeks, because they're definitely going to have to learn to be flexible and roll with the punches-- one of the most important things when being a PCV.

After working the whole morning in the gardens, we headed back to Managua and Felix dropped Patrick and I off at the Holiday Inn to check into the hotel for the Small Business Gala that was happening Saturday night.  It's a fundraising event put on by the small business volunteers in order to raise money for their entrepreneurship competition that they do with high school students every year.  I checked into the hotel, caught up with friends, took a nice hot shower, hung out by the pool, and then in the evening we headed to the gala.  It was a great event with good food, lots of dancing and drinking, and a chance to see lots of volunteers all in the same place. 

Me, Tara, Robi, and Amanda at the gala

Now, I'm back at site and about to have my first full week of work in a long time.  The trips to Managua were a nice break, but I was ready for it to be done.  I got to see almost everyone from my training group, as well as other PCV friends over the past few weeks, and met some volunteers that I didn't know before.  Now it's time to buckle back down and finish out the school year.

Next up on the radar are some more traveling...a trip to Leon next weekend to celebrate 1 year in-country; a trip to the Laguna de Apoyo with Luis, who is finishing up a volunteer program that he's been working with for the past 2 months; and oh yeah....my birthday.

What's Going On?

Wanted to fill you in on what's going on.  But this blog post title has a double meaning, because I've been asking myself that same question a lot the past few weeks.  Why?  Well, last time I posted we had a week off of school for inter-semester break.  Then, the following week, teachers were having meetings and wrapping stuff up for the first semester, so there was basically no class.  Then the week after that there were more days off and....What's going on?  There's almost no class EVER!  I haven't been to my smaller school since before vacation because there are so many "concursos" (competitions) that students are competing in, and teachers have to attend with their student so they cancel class.  This has affected my 6th grade classes at my bigger school as well because there are always students competing in municipality-wide and departmental-wide competitions (but one of the girls from one of my classes won the department-wide best student competition, which is super exciting!).

I've been doing my best to co-plan and co-teach as much as I can, but if there's no class there's not really much I can do.  The national government has also decided that each municipality should hold parades every Saturday to celebrate independence day.  This started last Saturday and goes until the end of September.  I should mention that independence day ISN'T UNTIL SEPTEMBER 15th!  And obviously, because there are parades every Saturday, the band has to practice every single afternoon...which means pulling half of the students out of class and not being able to do anything with the other half because they're distracted by the band/pom-pom-girl/baton-dancer rehearsal that's going on right outside their classroom.  What's going on?

At least I'm getting a lot of reading done...and spending lots of quality time with my dog. 

A Little Bit of Traveling...near and far

Peace Corps gives us 2 vacation days each month of service, that we can save up and use whenever we would like (except in the first 3 or last 3 months of service).  That gives us a total of 48 days.  In addition, every month we are allowed 3 nights "out of site."  That means that we can spend 3 nights seeing other parts of the country, meeting up with friends, or visiting other volunteers in their sites.  I've used my June and July days to do a little bit of traveling around the country.

The last weekend of June, I headed down to San Juan del Sur with Luis.  It's a pretty small beach town in the department of Rivas that is absolutely FULL of tourists.  There's a small beach lined with restaurants and the rest of the town seems like any typical Nicaraguan pueblo...park, Catholic church...except tons of hotels, hostels, and restaurants.  I should mention that for my fellow PCVs and I, trips outside of our sites to other towns or larger cities usually mean, above all else, a chance to eat non-Nicaraguan food for a few days.  Some volunteers cook for themselves, but I don't, so my diet is pretty much the same everyday (bread and coffee or cuajada and tortillas for breakfast; meat, rice and maybe some veggies for lunch; and beans or gallo pinto for dinner).  I booked the place we were staying online a couple of weeks before the trip, and because I was on a budget and we were only spending one night, I booked the cheapest 2-person private room I could find, for $11.  The room was basically like spending a night with a host family.  A family home with some rooms they rented out in the back, sharing the bathroom and shower with the family.  But it was perfect for just one night, and, in such a touristy location, you can't beat the price.  We hung out by the beach, enjoyed some American food, and spent the evening hopping around to different restaurants, watching the sunset, and eating some yummy pizza.  The next day we walked around some more and paid a $5 entry fee to hang out in the pool at a fancy hotel.  The tricky part about going to the beach with only 1 other person is that you can't go swimming together because someone has to stay and watch your stuff.  In the pool we were able to leave our stuff and hang out for a few hours (with a beer in hand, of course).  It was a very relaxing trip.  Because it was so far away, I stayed the night before and night after in Niquinohomo (it would have been a total of about 8 hours on a bus, which is a lot to do in one day).  Next time I go to San Juan del Sur, I'm going to take a shuttle to one of the other beaches that are close by, which I've heard are gorgeous and more secluded.

Sunset in San Juan del Sur

The next weekend marked the beginning of inter-semester break for Nicaraguan schools.  One semester down, one to go!  (well, really 3 to go, because I'll be here for most of the next school year too).  I decided to go to Leon, a colonial city near the coast, which is about 4 or so hours away on a bus.  I met up with my friends Chelsea and Robi, and, as per usual, our first stop in Leon was a restaurant with non-Nica food...a yummy French bakery.  It was a super chill vacation, exactly what all of us needed to celebrate the end of a crazy first semester in Nicaraguan schools.  Leon is a university city with lots of young people, and therefore lots of places to go out and party.  Also- quite a few tourists visit the city, especially those interested in adventure type stuff like climbing volcanoes and volcano boarding (basically like sledding down the sandy side of a huge volcano).  Despite this, we did not go out on the town at all.  The first day we walked around, did some sightseeing, and had some awesome pizza.  The next day we organized a "floating" tour of the mangroves in the nearby beach town las Penitas.  Due to confusion with the tides, we did a lot of waiting around before starting the tour and then ended up swimming the whole way, because there really wasn't any current.  Though it wasn't what we expected, we had a great time.  We went back to the hostel, hung out for awhile, ate, walked around some more, met some PCVs from Costa Rica, and then went to a movie (Monsters University- super cute).  Robi left the next day, and that afternoon Chelsea and I checked out the Museum of Myths and Legends.  The museum is housed in an old prison where they tortured prisoners during the war, so it was a combination of information about the prison and the war with paper mache figures representing common myths and legends of Nicaragua.  We walked around with a tour guide who taught us about the prison and described each one of the myths and legends as we walked through.  After another stop at the French bakery for wine and cheese, we met up with our friend Tara who was staying in a nice hotel for the night with her parents who were in town visiting from California.  They took us all out to dinner, where we also met up with Chelsea A., Patrick, and Chelsea's dad.  It's always nice to catch up with other volunteers, especially for those of us (like me) that don't really have any fellow Nica 60 volunteers living anywhere near us.  After dinner, the other volunteers headed off with their parents to their fancy hotels and Chelsea and I headed back to the hostel.  The next morning after breakfast we headed back to our sites.  Leon was a really cool city, with tons of old churches and lots of opportunity for going on tours of the nearby volcanoes.  On my list of things to do in Leon before my service is done: climb a volcano, volcano boarding, take a tour of the cathedral and climb up to the top, and maybe some more wine and cheese at the French bakery ;-)

In front of the cathedral in Leon one of the many pretty colonial churches there

at the Museum of Myths and Legends, which also showcases the history of the location....a prison where prisoners were tortured- some paintings of ways they were tortured

A room depicting typical dances done in Nicaragua, most of them are historically based on mocking the Spaniards

And then in each jail cell there were creepy figures depicting different myths and legends. "Toma tu teta" is a woman who was ugly but had beautiful breasts, but when men got too close she smothered them and killed them.  haha

After the tour, we climbed up and walked around the edge of the walls around the museum- where the guards probably stood, protecting the prison.

Another little day trip that I did over our week-long school break was to climb up to the cross that is up above the city of Jinotega.  I got my host sister and brother to come with me, and we met up with someone from Jinotega who knew how to get there.  Apparently it used to be a treacherous hike, but fairly recently they put in stairs to climb up...a LOT of stairs (about 900, I've been told).  It wasn't easy, but wasn't impossible, and we climbed up in just about 40 minutes, took some pictures at the top, and then climbed back down again.  It's definitely something I'd recommend to other volunteers or visitors who want to check out Jinotega because it gives you a great view overlooking the city!

View of Jinotega at the top

the cross at the very top

With my host brother and host sister, Paco and Seydi

And now school vacation is coming to a close.  I'm crossing my fingers that the garden's doing well.  I'm not too worried because it rains at least a little bit everyday, but I know there will be TONS of weeds.  Back to work!

Something cool: I was featured in UConn Honors Alumni News..check it out here

Update Part 3: Work

So, I just realized that I haven't updated in almost 2 months.  Sorry about that.  I've been getting into the swing of things with working in the schools, and had a great trip back to the states to see my family and go to my good friend's wedding.

So, what do I do here?
Well, I am an environmental education volunteer.  I am assigned to work at 2 different schools, where I co-plan and co-teach natural science with Nicaraguan teachers and help make school composts, tree nurseries, and gardens.  I am required to work with 4 teachers, but I actually work with 5.  At Escuela Benjamin Zeledon, here in town, I work with 4 teachers, 2 5th grade teachers and 2 6th grade teachers.  There's a 5th and 6th grade class in the morning as well as in the afternoon, so there are some days of the week where I'm basically at the school from 7:15 a.m. until 5 p.m. (with a short break to run home for lunch).  At my other school, in Valerio, a community that's less than 10 minutes away on the bus, I work with a teacher who has a multi-grade class of 2nd, 5th, and 6th graders.  I'm there one day a week, and focus on teaching science to the 5th and 6th graders (even though that's only 5 students!).

I'd love to say things are going great, but that's never really the case in the Peace Corps.  Some of my biggest internal struggles and challenges involve my disagreements with the education system here and the beliefs that many teachers have grown up with and therefore adopted.  In the classroom on a regular basis I see mostly students copying what's in the textbook, what's on the chalkboard, or what's being dictated by the teacher, into their notebooks.  When asked a question, the teacher either answers it for them, or the wording of the answer is copied directly from the text.  And then when a test comes, students memorize the "guide" that the teacher has given them and write their memorized answers on the test.  Everyday I struggle with the fact that THIS ISN'T LEARNING!  The students aren't thinking on their own, being challenged, or actually understanding the content.

Part of cultural understanding is taking a step back and thinking about why people are the way that they are.  In doing that, I can usually calm myself down when frustrated by the way things are in the schools.

• The teachers that I work with have a lot less formal training than I do, and are not trained in current, interactive, participative methodologies--how can we expect them to do what they don't know?
• The teachers were brought up in the exact same school system, therefore they are teaching based on what they know and experienced
• Lastly, and most importantly, they are severely under-resourced.  As much as I'd love to have them teaching like we do in the states, with not enough textbooks for every student, no classroom or school libraries, no paper or functional copy machine, and very few educational resources, it would be really difficult to teach that way.  The resources that teachers have at their disposal are: chalk, a chalkboard, a few textbooks, their curriculum guide, and the students' supplies that they are required to have (pencil and notebook).  Really they're just doing what they know how to do with the materials that they have.

That being said, I've made some headway with some of my teachers, and the kids love it when I'm teaching.  We've been using interactive techniques, getting the kids up and moving, and having them work in groups more instead of just copying from the text or chalkboard.

One major success that I've had has been with the KWL technique and some of the dinamicas (active-type learning activities or icebreakers) that I've used.  In case you're not a teacher or never had a teacher who used KWL, it stands for Know/Want to Learn/Learned.  You basically just make a chart and before teaching a lesson on a new topic, you ask the students what they already know about the topic and write it on the chart (activating their prior knowledge).  Then you ask them what they want to know, and write questions in the "W" part of the chart.  After the lesson, you fill in the "L" with what they learned.  It's an extremely simple strategy that I used a couple times with my teachers.  And guess what....THEY STARTED USING IT IN OTHER SUBJECTS WHEN I WASN'T THERE!  That's right...making strides.  Another simple strategy that I used to ask students questions (a dinamica) is called "repollo caliente" or "hot cabbage."  Basically it's like hot potato except the students are passing a ball made up of a bunch of pieces of paper crumpled up together.  The student that ends up with the "repollo" has to take off a piece of paper and answer the question.  AND I ALSO SAW A TEACHER USING THIS WITHOUT ME! Success!  And the teacher at my smaller school asked me for suggestions on how she could be a better teacher!  (It's nice to have these successes in writing, to remember on those not-so-successful days)

So, we've covered some interesting and not so interesting topics in science.  Various systems of the human body (btw the endocrine system is BORING!), reproduction, the menstrual cycle, production of sperm, STIs, and HIV/AIDS to name a few.

Some of my most awesome lessons have included acting out the excretory system, kids walking the path that the sperm take when they leave the body, drawing an outline of a student on the floor and labeling the muscles, and making a model of the menstrual cycle out of plastic bottle caps.  I've definitely learned to be resourceful and do whatever I can to get the kids actively participating and learning (as opposed to just copying and memorizing).

And then there's the gardens, and compost, and tree nursery.

• Compost-- success.  Did it a few months ago and now we're using it in the garden.
• Tree nursery---sort of success.  Some trees grew, some trees didn't.
• Garden---we shall see.  Everything has been planted.  I was pleasantly surprised when I got back from my trip home and the students had almost finished getting the garden ready for planting.  I took the big area that we had and divided it into 4 parts for the 4 classes that I work with (this is all in my school in town, the smaller one is way behind, but we should be planting this week).  This ended up being a genius strategy because it created a competition to see which class could get the most work done.  We have planted tomatoes and peppers in plastic bottles and have planted rows of sugar snap peas, spinach, kale, carrots, beets, cucumbers, lettuce, cabbage, and radishes.  Now we wait to see if they grow.  The radishes have already sprouted, so that at least gives me some hope.

 So, that's what I've been doing for work.  Another part of the environmental education project is working with community groups to do environmental projects.  I have plans to start up a youth group with kids from the secondary school to do community service and environmental projects.  I'll let you know how that goes once I have my first meeting.

In other news--

• It's the rainy season.  This is great for the plants because we never have to water them because it rains EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.  I bought myself some rain boots, so now I'm officially prepared.  I asked my host brother how long it's going to be like this (as in, raining everyday)....his answer...6 months.  ahhhhh!!!
• I got a puppy.  Her name is Toña (which is the nickname used for Antonia, but also one of the two beer brands here in Nicaragua).  I have no idea what "raza" (isn't it funny that they call them races of dogs instead of breeds?) she is, but the vet in town thinks she's got doberman in her.  She's adorable and mischevious.  She's definitely a Nicaraguan dog.  She pretty much does whatever she wants, hangs out with the other dogs in the street, visits the neighbors on a regular basis, and eats anything.  I was buying her dog food, but my host family told me I should just stop buying it and start giving her leftover people food because it's cheaper...can't argue with that.  She also may have killed 2 of our baby chicks, but I'm going to go with "innocent until proven guilty" on that one.  My favorite thing is when she just follows me around town and into stores and people's houses, but that's totally normal for dogs around here.  Her nicknames include: chiguina, niña, Pancha (the uncle calls her that because his dog's name is Pancho), and sometimes Tortilla or Lola (because those were the names of the dogs of the other volunteers that have lived here with my family).
•   Toña has now been fixed.  Which is a foreign concept for people around here.  People don't seem to understand why I would make her have a surgery that's not "necessary."  She's been walking around with a cone on her head for the past week, which people are also confused about.  We've been inventing funny explanations for people like "it's so her head doesn't get wet" and calling her "lampara" (lamp).  Although I feel bad because I know she was in pain for a few days, and the wound hasn't exactly been healing very well, I know it's for the best.

That's all for now.  I think that's a pretty thorough update, if I do say so myself.  Hope everyone's having a great beginning to their summer, and when you're enjoying the sunny weather, send some dry thoughts down here.  I have a feeling this rainy season thing's going to get old really fast.

She's way bigger now...I'll post some newer pics soon

We took her to the river once.  She hates swimming.

Menstrual cycle in bottlecaps

 

Our little compost pile at my smaller school

Getting the garden ready at my bigger school

Update Part 2: Semana Santa

A couple weeks ago, I got to spend my first Semana Santa (Holy Week) here in Nicaragua.  Because so many people are Christian (mainly Catholic), Semana Santa, along with Christmas, is one of the biggest holidays.  School was out for the whole week, and the church had different events and processions each day.  As I've mentioned before, I've attempted to go to mass a couple of times because I really enjoyed it when I was in Honduras, but Catholic church in La Concordia is just not for me.

So, there are the people that spend the week going to mass everyday, waking up at ungodly hours of the morning to go to the church processions, and staying in (as my host grandmother says, "It's holy week, you shouldn't go out.").  However, then there's the rest of the Nicaraguans (I'd say the majority), who take the week of vacation as just that, a vacation.  People flock to the beaches, rivers, and pools, because Semana Santa just happens to coincide with the hottest time of year in Nicaragua.  Sadly, the nightly news was filled each night with footage of crowded beaches and the daily report of how many more people have drowned, accompanied by footage of the bodies of drowned people (ew, gross!).

So, while grandma was staying at home, my host sister and I were joining almost everyone else in town at the local pool...that's right, there is now a pool in La Concordia!  This is big news.  It opened about a week before Semana Santa, and is located in a community called Wiscanal, a couple of kilometers away.  During Semana Santa, I went to the pool 3 times and to the river twice.  The pool has places to sit in the shade and sells food and beer (which I may or may not have enjoyed each time I was there).  The pool itself is big and looked pretty clean to me.  To get there, we'd usually start out on foot and then someone passing by would give us a ride.

The one church event that I did attend was the "Santo Entierro" (Holy Burial) at night on Good Friday.  I wish I had brought my camera, but it was kind of a solemn occasion, so it would have been awkward to be taking pictures (plus I like to avoid looking like a tourist whenever possible).  It was basically the longest, slowest, quietest parade ever.  It started at 9 inside the church, and then we moved outside to start the procession.  Everyone walked in 2 lines on both sides of the road, and in the middle were the people holding the platforms with the religious figures.  One was a life-size Jesus, dead, lying down, covered in white cloth, with blood dripping across his forehead.  The other two I really don't have a clue.  Mary and Joseph maybe?  Although Mary was holding a sword which I thought was a little odd.  The platforms were carried by men and women (men for the male figures, women for the female), dressed in all black and wearing purple sashes.  Each group had a back-up row of people so that they could trade out when they got tired of carrying.  Jesus's platform had a whole bunch of back-ups.  I think he was the biggest and heaviest.  And so we walked.  And the people carrying the platforms swayed back and forth as they walked.  The procession was led by a truck with a generator in the back and speakers playing funeral march-type music.  To say that we walked slow would be a huge understatement.  We barely moved forward at all.  And if we got too far ahead of the people carrying the platforms, we stopped and waited.  Everyone was quiet the whole time, no one wanting to get a dirty look from the priest.  It started sprinkling at one point, and the generators stopped working a couple times, so we were just standing there in complete silence.  We walked a total of a few blocks, walking a normal speed it would maybe take 10 minutes.  The procession was 2 HOURS long.  Us inching our way down the street.  I think next year I'll pass, although it definitely was a cultural experience, and I'm glad I participated in one of the church events, since it is a church holiday (which sometimes we tend to forget in the U.S., thinking it's about jelly beans and chocolate bunnies).

So, there you have it...Semana Santa.  Next update will be about my work in the schools so far.  I've got an exciting week coming up.  I'm going to be headed to the beach at Puerto Corinto with a bunch of people in town, a trip organized by the church (hey- so there's some awesome things about the church here!) on Monday.  And then Tuesday I head to the Selva Negra in Matagalpa for in-service training with the rest of Nica 60.  I'm bringing 2 of the teachers that I work with with me, so hopefully it will be fun and educational.  Then I'll be spending the weekend with my friends hanging out in Matagalpa before coming back to site.  Fun, fun, fun.

Oh, and I'll be in CT in a little over a month!  yay!  

Check out how my garden is doing!  a couple carrots on the right, and sugar snap peas!

Update Part 1, Fiestas Patronales

For many reasons, I haven't updated in a long time.  I figure I'll do some posts this week and next to fill you in on everything.

I think we left off during the week of Fiestas Patronales.  Throughout the whole week, there was a tent set up in the stadium where there were a bunch of tables and people drinking beer.  Apparently everyone's nightly form of "entertainment" was to go to the stadium and just hang out and watch the people inside the tent.  Some of the waiters were cross-dressers, and apparently when some of the men get drunk, they end up dancing together.  And people just stand outside and watch.  Not just teenagers and men, we're talking women with their toddlers and young children.  Weird.  I headed down there almost every night with my host sister or other friends and after about 5 minutes of standing around, I would realize that I still didn't understand the entertainment value of listening to music and watching people drink beer.  There were also food vendors, so I would often take advantage and have a huge cup filled with hot popcorn (yum!).  Some of the nights there were rodeos, which weren't very well-attended.  I went one of the nights with my host sister and our neighbor.  I also went to a rooster fight, thinking it would be an interesting "cultural experience."....never again.

The biggest day of the week of Fiestas Patronales was Sunday, when they had the hipico.  Pretty much every town and city in Nicaragua has a hipico as part of their fiestas patronales.  People from all over bring their horses, dress in cowboy hats, plaid shirts, and boots drink lots of beer and rum and parade their horses down the street.  I'm not much of a horse enthusiast, but at the hipicos that I've been to, I've seen some pretty beautiful horses, mixed in with a bunch of normal-looking horses.  I have been to hipicos in both Masaya (during training) and Esteli (back in December, with a friend of mine from site).  Compared to the hipicos in those cities, the one here was much smaller, but still just as much fun.  Luis had come to visit the day of the hipico.  We sat in the park, drank a couple of cervezas, and watched the horses parade by.  After I pointed out that we were watching the same horses over again for the second or third time (I think they were just riding in circles), we headed up to El Guanacaste, a bar/restaurant a couple blocks away from my house.  At night was the big party that everyone had been gearing up for for weeks.  All of the other parties that I had been to had been inside the "recreativo," but this one was held outside in the park on the basketball/soccer court.  They had fenced off the area and set up the sound system and a stage.  The band that came was called Escandalo (except it had some weird spelling, which I can't remember).  Luis and I went with my host sister Seydi, but ended up not staying out too late because Luis was tired (he had left home at 5 a.m. to travel to my site).  We had a good time though, and it was nice to be outside dancing in the fresh mountain air :-)

The next day, Luis wanted to go visit San Rafael del Norte, a medium-sized town that is about 9 kilometers away from La Concordia and famous for being the home of Padre Odorico D'Andrea, a famous priest who apparently performed miracles and is in the process of being considered to be a saint (probably not the correct terminology, sorry for my lack of knowledge of Catholicism).  Basically, he's a really big deal for Catholics in Nicaragua.  Before heading out to San Rafael, we stopped by to see the church, which was preparing for the mass of Maria de Lourdes, its patron saint.  The church was decorated beautifully, and we also got a chance to see the procession, which was much more solemn than the other processions that I have seen.  The people walked in two lines on either side of the street, with people holding the figure of Maria de Lourdes in the middle.  There was also a band playing and walking along with everyone.

Inside the church in La Concordia, Luis taking a picture too

in the church

The procession as it passed by my house

 In San Rafael, we explored a little, hung out, and made our way to Tepeyac, which is the monastery/retreat center/church of Padre Odorico.  Inside, we caught the end of mass and then checked out the tomb.  It wasn't really my thing, but for Luis it was a big deal, so it was nice that I got a chance to go with him.  I also hadn't really checked out San Rafael before, so it was neat to get to know a new town, especially one that's so close.

The steps to Tepeyac in San Rafael del Norte

The tomb of Padre Odorico

So, that was the fiestas patronales.  Next update I'll tell you about Semana Santa (Holy Week) which I'm spending here in my site.  Then, of course, I'll update about how everything's going in the schools!

Happy Easter!

Friends, Ovens, and Fiestas

This past week, I got a chance to see my NICA60 Environment friends as we received a training on how to make improved ovens.  The oven project is a part of the ECPA (Energy and Climate Partnership of the Americas) Initiative.  In Nicaragua, volunteers work on 3 different types of projects: improved ovens, improved stoves, and biodigestors.  The improved ovens and stoves are "improved" because they use less firewood and produce less smoke than traditional ovens and stoves. Therefore they're better for people's health, as well as the environment.  Biodigestors use animal manure to produce gas that can be used to cook with. 

We arrived in Managua on Thursday, and got a chance to meet together as a group.  We went around and shared 1 success story and 1 funny story each.  It was nice to reconnect with everyone.  Despite the fact that we are all on a phone plan that allows us to call and text each other for free, I haven't been very good at keeping in touch with everyone.  I spent Thursday night in the hotel with some of the other girls, just hanging out and catching up. 

Friday we had breakfast at the hotel and headed out early to a restaurant in Catarina, where we had a charla from our program specialist, Lisette, the PS of the agriculture sector, and 2 volunteers who have worked extensively on ECPA projects.  We learned more details about ECPA, how the funding works, and talked through the process of constructing the ovens step-by-step.  After eating lunch, we headed to Pio XII, one of the towns where some of the other environment volunteers in my group lived during training.  The group was split in two to build ovens in two different houses.  Each group had a PC staff and experienced volunteer to guide us through the process.  Building the ovens was a lot of measuring, leveling, and getting dirty.  The mixture used to hold the bricks together is made of dirt and horse manure mixed together with water and sap from the dragonfruit plant.  We had to mix it all together (kind of like the way we mix cement in Mexico when I work with Simply Smiles) and use it to put the bricks together, all while carefully measuring and leveling to make sure we're building a sturdy oven.  We built a few levels of bricks, installed the barrel (where the stuff you're baking goes), leveled that (so that the cakes won't come out crooked), build up around the sides of the barrell, and then put on the roof.  The whole project took us over 4 hours, but we were able to walk through every step very carefully so that we will be able to replicate it in our sites.  I'm hoping I'll have interest in my site so that I can do an oven project here.  The family has to put in 25% of the money for the oven, and the ECPA grant funds the other 75%.  I'm going to start to see who's interested, and hopefully I'll be building some ovens in La Concordia!

after a long day of work, we finally finished (mas o menos)

After building the ovens, the other mud-covered, tired volunteers and I headed back to the PC office for pizza and then to the hotel, where I spent another night hanging out with my friends in our hotel room and watching TV (in English!!!).  The next morning I headed back to my site, where the Fiestas Patronales are beginning.  It's basically a week-long celebration with parties, rodeos, drinking, and lots of people.  Unfortunately, the party Saturday night was empty, so I didn't end up going, but the 10th is the hipico (drunk cowboy and horse parade) and another party, with a band that's coming to perform.  Yesterday I checked out the rooster fights and the rodeo.  I will never go to a rooster fight again.  That's all I'll say about that.

I'll post again once the fiestas are done to tell you more about it!  I also started working today.  There's still no kids in the school, but the teachers will be going around this week and registering kids, as well as doing some professional development.  Classes start the 12th!