Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Cale' mom makes goat-milk soap. There is a local couple with a small business making coconut-milk soap in Samoa. On Wednesday we went to see their operations. The soap is named Mailelani, which means from heaven. That was news to me. I thought that heaven was lagi, so I thought it would be mailagi to say from heaven. But that shows how poor my language skills have become. Seeing the soap place wasn't too exciting, as no one was actually making any soap at the time. But Annette talked with the owner for a bit about his soaps and she bought a selection.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Cale's mom has been here for a week now and we have managed to drag her around aimlessly without having too much fun. Ah, the true Peace Corps experience.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Who told these asshats they could go home to America and leave me here all alone? And by all alone, I mean with the other 50 or so volunteers still in country and of course, you know, all of the Samoans that happen to live in Samoa. Oh...and Cale too. Cale is still here. So let me rephrase this all alone thing. What I really meant is how could they go home and leave me here without hot showers or couches or remote controls or delivery? Jerks
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
This was weeks ago now, but I was a chaperone on a field trip. You know the one thing that will make you feel like the grownup? Being a field trip chaperone.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
So there was an official Teacher Recognition Day. I don't remember when. Some other schools celebrated it with special events for teachers. After it happened the teachers at my school were questioning why we didn't do anything for it at our school. So a committee was formed. A sports day was organized. And teachers were gifted with lavalava and cleaning detergent.
Sports day started with an assembly where all the students brought forward the gifts they had brought for the teachers and placed them on mats on the stage. The student body was divided into four houses. My house colors were yellow. I don't own anything yellow so I wore a slightly yellow headband and khaki pants and a beige shirt.
Anyway, the other houses were blue, green and red. The students competed against each other in volleyball, boys rugby, girls touch rugby and tug-o-war. Some of the teachers participated. I competed in the all-teacher tug-o-war.
Other highlights included the music that was blared across the school compound for the event. Music, is music, is music in Samoa. So incredibily indecent rap songs are just as appropriate at a school event as is chruch choir music, we got a little of both. Though the music was mostly weighted towards rap meets dance songs.
Also, we rolled up some of the grass into sod so that it could be delivered to the Apia Sports Complex. Apparently, schools had been promised sports equippment in return for their grass.
The most exciting part of the day was the very end when all the points were tallied and my house had won! Go team!
After all the kids went home, there was a lunch for the teachers. It was typical Samoan food. I was also gifted an entire chicken to take home with me. It was handed to me and I was told, "Here, this is for your soup." Ah, the covetted soup chicken. All of the gifts were also divided up and handed out. I got three lavalava, a Celtics vs. Knicks t-shirt and clothes cleaning detergent.
Then I headed home for the day to take pictures of the chicken, because when was the last time you were gifted with an entire chicken? That's what I thought.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
First of all I would like to point out that I am aware that I cannot say "First" Annual Picture Day, as that is not allowed. However, I don't work for newspapers anymore, so I can say whatever I want and I can put my, commas wherever I want and I can add hyphens-whenever I want and I can write run on sentences for as long as I want. So there.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
It is true. School is over, but not over. I teach Year 13. School finals for seniors (Year 12 and 13) were the week of October 6 and all of my marks for the PSSC were due to the SPBEA in Fiji by October 10. So for all intents and purposes, I had to be finished will all teaching the week before October 6. However, the last day of school isn't until November 29th. What is good gracious were we supposed to do with all of October and November?
Well, the senior exams administered by the School C and PSSC did not start until November 3. For the three weeks between the finals and the start of those exams my students and I did revisions (Kiwi for review). Basically it was three weeks of drilling all the theory that is going to be on the test into their heads. Three weeks might seem like a long time for that, but throw in some random days off, a sports day and all-day field trip to the University of the South Pacific and you start to run out of revisions time really fast.
Ok, Sara so you have accounted for three of the seven or so weeks we are talking about. What else are you doing?
Well, on November 3 my students started sitting their PSSC exams. The exams last for two weeks. There are never more than two exams in a day and most exams last for three hours. Computer studies is Wednesday, November 12. But what have I been doing? To be honest? A whole lot of nothing. In addition to having no classes to teach and few-to-no exams to help proctor, the power has been out almost all day all week. I have been attempting to create prescriptions for Years 9, 10 and 11, since they do not currently exist. I have been trying to work on the computer studies textbook I am writing. I have been trying to do a lot of things. But in general I have been doing a lot of nothing. I have been sitting in the hot, windless teachers' room, nibbling on the exam food (anyone care for a piece of toast that was toasted yesterday or a cold sausage covered in some ramen?) and helping the junior teachers mark their final exams. The juniors were having their exams this week.
So what happens next week? The juniors will be done with their exams, but the seniors will still be taking theirs. And what if there is still no power? If my understanding is correct, the juniors will spend next week practicing for Prize-Giving and I will sit in the same hot, windless room bored out of my brains.
At least Monday is a reprieve. Cale and I have organized a picture day at his school. We are taking all the kids and teachers and classes' pictures. We created order forms for the packages so the kids can order their pictures. You know, just like they do ever school year in the States, but it is a novelty here. Monday is the day for all the picture taking. So that will be fun.
Um, Sara. After this up coming week of Prize-Giving practice, you still have two more weeks of school? What will you be doing?
Well, I can only imagine another week of Prize-Giving practice with the seniors who will finally be done with their exams. Then my school has its Prize-Giving (think graduation, but all the students are ranked and given strange, donated gifts based on their rank) on Wednesday, November 26. The next day is supposed to be an event organized by the outgoing Year 13. In the past it has been a dance or social. I have no idea what my school will be doing on Friday, but Cale's school will be having his Prize-Giving, so hopefully I will go to that.
And there you have it, what I have been up to.
v. 1. Hear 2. Listen 3. Pay Attention 4. Obey 5. Feel
Can you use it in a sentence?
Fa'alogo. Was that the bell?
Until I sat down with the dictionary to write this entry, I knew that fa'alogo meant listen, but I also thought it meant bell. According to the dictionary, logo means a bell used to call people to church (or I suppose to signal the beginning and end of classes). And I sort of knew that. However, when ever the bell would go at school and I would not hear it, I would have students in my class saying, "Fa'alogo." I assumed they were saying, "That's the bell." However, now I am pretty sure they were just saying, "Listen" or "Pay attention." Anyway, the idea came across either way.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
"By that, do you mean everyday?"
"Oh, you know what it is? We haven't been here for prayer screaming time in a while."
P.S. Remember when I wrote that romantic post in training about how Samoa is made of music because all the families in the village sang prayer before eating at the same time. Well, we've been here a year now. Can you tell?
Friday, November 7, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I am on the International Volunteer Day Committee. It is a day recognized by the UN, so the UN in Samoa is sort of hosting the organization of it. As part of putting together the events for actual IVD in December, we also organized an All Volunteers in Samoa get together. I was the one who suggested a Halloween party after the end of October was recommended as a good time to have it.
All volunteers in Samoa were invited, so not just Peace Corps, but Australian volunteers (there are several different kinds in country including the Youth Ambassadors and the VIDA), the Japanese volunteers (there are also at least two groups of them, the JICA and the JOVC), the UN volunteers and Samoan volunteers through an organization called SUNGO.
Of course, being the party animals that we are and being one of the largest volunteer groups in country, the Peace Corps totally out numbered everyone else.
The event was held at the Zodiac, a club up the hill on the cross island road. It is owned by the leader of the Australian volunteers. It was wonderful of Karin to volunteer her establishment for the event. And she had specials on drink prices.
Cale, Casey, Spencer and I showed up early (but still late) to help decorate. Jamie, an Australian volunteer, and Henrik, a UN volunteer, were already there. We carved pumpkins, hung crepe paper and Cale cut some bats and cats and whatnot out of cardboard that we painted black.
The party itself started around 6 pm and was a huge success.
As you can see from the pictures, Cale went as a zombie robot (he had an old Pentium chip he would stick in his mouth and say "UUUUHHHHH, processors"). I was pregnant Angelina Jolie. We walked all over Apia earlier in the day trying to find a wig. There are several stores with mannequins in the windows that are wearing wigs. We asked all the stores if I could hire one for the night or buy one. Only one store was willing to sell and they wanted $80, so that was a no go.
It was something around this point that Cale realized he had left his costume at home. So he caught a cab back to the village to pick up his costume. On the way there, he happened upon a short dark wig at a store in the NIa Mall and they lent it to him for $20. I wanted a long wig, but you cannot be picky in Samoa.
Cale and Shane had also put themselves in charge of the games for the night. Cale had made a paper mache pinata of Slimer from Ghostbusters that totally rocked and was totally indistructible. The attention to detail was awesome, even the eyes were attached with red strings so they would pop out and flop around. There was also apple bobbing and something that involved a rubber centipede. Good times were had by all.
Typically Sara can drink two beers and then she gets tired and goes to sleep. However, I somehow managed to drink like four or five that night. At some point the party was too loud and I felt too gross, so I went out and sat in the parking lot. After drinking a mess of water, we got in to a taxi to go home. I have never hated a taxi ride more in my life. But by 11:30 or so, I was safely in bed.
When I woke up the next morning I realized that I had left my glasses in my backpack in the Peace Corps office and I had thrown my contacts away when I got home from the party. Cale and I took the bus into the office for the VAC (Volunteer Action Committee) meeting. The entire bus ride and walk to the office, I felt totally fine. However, when I got to the office and put on my glasses, I discovered that I might feel a little gross. I fixed it with water and Cheese Mania cheese balls from the shop next door.
And that was my Halloween.