Myat Myat Soe is a girl I have been sharing my hotel room with for about three weeks. She is 31 and from Burma (now called Myanmar). She is the sweetest, kindest thing, but is she ever naive. I think that is the way that Burma wants it to be. She got married three months before she came here to study with Language Corps. She has never lived with her husband. She lives with her mother and he lives with his parents. Her mother does not want to live alone, so Myat stays with her. Get this - Myat's husband pays her mother's rent and gives her money for food and clothes and the mother will not let him live with her and Myat. I told her that would NEVER happen in the U.S.; that the husband would tell his wife to take a flying leap (not in those words, of course). The woman is not disabled and she is 52 years old and widowed.
She asked me what I did when I decided not to have any more than three children. I had to explain what a tubal ligation was. Then I told her it was easier for a man to have a vasectomy because it costs less and is less painful than a woman having her tubes tied. She asked me if it was 100% foolproof. I told her that a couple is advised to use protection for a couple of months to make sure he is shooting blanks (also not in those words). So she says - then they can never have children? So I explain to her that there is this thing called in vitro fertilization and how it works. She asked me - how does it (the embryo) get in there. Her eyes were wider than saucers.
Then she asked me when I got married to my husband did I really love him or was I forced to marry him. Can you believe that? I told her that no one in the U.S. is forced to marry anyone except for a few small groups of people who believe the president of their church speaks for God and tells these 14 - 15 year old girls to marry these old men and they do it because they truly believe it is the word of God.
She did not know what the halocaust was or the Khmer Rouge; what was a Nazi or anything about the concentration camps. She never heard of Saddam Hussein, Stalin - or many other wicked men who wanted to control the world. We have had hours and hours of conversations; then, she tells me she wants to grow to be just like I am. (Don't die laughing over that.) I think that since she knows so little about the outside world, she thinks I know everything. But I constantly tell her that I really know nothing compared to what there is to know.
But we spend a lot of time talking about the power we have inside ourselves to be the person we want to be. She told me the most important thing I taught her was not to let anyone ever treat her as if she were "less than" they are. I told her they could be richer, thinner, prettier, smarter, yada. yada, yada - but that no one is "better than."
So the day she moves out, she makes me sit on the bed and kneels before me, puts her palms together under her chin and bows three times, as if she is praying to Buddha (yes, she is Buddhist). She tells me she is sorry if she ever said or did anything bad to me. I told her she didn't know how to do or say anything bad. She is without a doubt one of the finest persons I have ever known. She calls me "Auntie" (well, it is better than grandma.)
Talk about getting an education.
I doubt I will go to Nepal or Tibet at the end of my contract. After being here for nine months, I don't think I can go to another third world country for awhile. Like I said, I am planning to go to Viet Nam in December and Burma between Christmas and New Year's (if I can find someone to go with me, the girl from the U.K. I was going with can't go with me).
More than enough of this for now.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I Swear This is a True Story
I got into a tuk-tuk with this Cambodian gal who works at Language Corps. (where I went to school), and she is eating something out of this bag. I sat down beside her, and - you are not going to believe this - she was eating a cricket. It had to be well over an inch long and evidently was dipped in some batter and deep fried. I wanted to throw up.
Whose idea was this for me to come to a third-world country? At least she didn't ask me if I wanted one.
Whose idea was this for me to come to a third-world country? At least she didn't ask me if I wanted one.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Things are looking up!
As hard as this has been for me, I am amazed at my good fortune. I have no doubt that I was blessed to be working at the best school (at least for me) in all of Cambodia. I was the first one in our whole class of 27 to get a job. The other classmates fell off their chairs in shock (well, that is what they get for thinking they are so smart, ha ha). Okay, so American Pacific University was desperate. My contract is up the last week in June. I told Hayley and she asked me - are you coming home to stay? Who knows? I am pretty sure that being in a third-world country for nine months may have cured me, but . . . . one never knows. I am hoping to go to Nepal and Tibet before coming home. Going to Viet Nam for Christmas.
I have about 10 students in the morning and about 8 in the afternoon and a full-time teacher's assistant. They seem to follow the same plan every single day, so I am slowly trying to change things because I can't see that they are learning much. I went out and finally found some crayons (at about the fifth store I went to). She had them coloring with colored pencils, which meant that it took them twice as long to get the page colored. She had been teaching them the alphabet - but in capital letters - so I told the her that I wanted to start over and start with the lower case. I hope I didn't offend her, so to make sure, I asked another teacher who blatantly told me, "Cheryl, you are the teacher. She is the assistant. You make the decisions, not her." She is very good at what she does, and she has control over the students that I am still learning, so I am very grateful to have her. I am always praising her, so I hope she will be okay with the changes. I mean - how many times can a person be forced to sing: "There Was a Farmer Who Had a Dog and Bingo was his Name-o? They sing it in assembly and then after taking attendance and then after recess and then we go through the same thing again in the afternoon. So, I taught them, "I am a Little Teapot." Each week we will work on a new one. And they sing that blankety-blank ABC song more than that.
I move into my new apartment sometime between Nov.22 and December 1st. The guy who lives there now moves out the 21st, but she said she wanted to clean it. She doesn't speak English, so I told the realtor that if she let me move in the 22nd that I would clean it. I haven't heard the verdict yet. Hotel living gets old after awhile. But get this, it has two beds in it and I am paying $10 a night. It is just as nice as the one I stayed in in Ontario, Oregon when I was there in September for $69 a night.
The apartment was a little higher than I wanted to pay. Most everyone here pays $200 to $250 a month for a one-bedroom place, and she wanted $300, so the realtor got her to consent to $280 - but she told me I couldn't use her washing machine (she would have to pay the water). I can have this laundry place do my laundry for that amount and it comes back dry and folded. It was the nicest apartment I saw and it takes about one minute and 30 seconds to walk to work; that alone will save me $2/day on a moto - and with two artificial hips, those things are hard to get on and off of. I could almost walk it, but there is this four lane highway I cannot cross by myself. It is not the distance so much but the heat and humidity would kill me.
And the kitchen is so small - you have to go outside to change your mind - but the only reason I have a kitchen anyway is because it came with the apartment. I mean - who cooks?. Not only that - there is a KFC right around the corner. The best thing is that it has a veranda to die for and you walk through a garden to get to the apartment - most everyone else walks through a cement hallway or two of three flights of stairs that look like the way to a dungeon.
More later - the heat has taken it's toll on me for now.
I have about 10 students in the morning and about 8 in the afternoon and a full-time teacher's assistant. They seem to follow the same plan every single day, so I am slowly trying to change things because I can't see that they are learning much. I went out and finally found some crayons (at about the fifth store I went to). She had them coloring with colored pencils, which meant that it took them twice as long to get the page colored. She had been teaching them the alphabet - but in capital letters - so I told the her that I wanted to start over and start with the lower case. I hope I didn't offend her, so to make sure, I asked another teacher who blatantly told me, "Cheryl, you are the teacher. She is the assistant. You make the decisions, not her." She is very good at what she does, and she has control over the students that I am still learning, so I am very grateful to have her. I am always praising her, so I hope she will be okay with the changes. I mean - how many times can a person be forced to sing: "There Was a Farmer Who Had a Dog and Bingo was his Name-o? They sing it in assembly and then after taking attendance and then after recess and then we go through the same thing again in the afternoon. So, I taught them, "I am a Little Teapot." Each week we will work on a new one. And they sing that blankety-blank ABC song more than that.
I move into my new apartment sometime between Nov.22 and December 1st. The guy who lives there now moves out the 21st, but she said she wanted to clean it. She doesn't speak English, so I told the realtor that if she let me move in the 22nd that I would clean it. I haven't heard the verdict yet. Hotel living gets old after awhile. But get this, it has two beds in it and I am paying $10 a night. It is just as nice as the one I stayed in in Ontario, Oregon when I was there in September for $69 a night.
The apartment was a little higher than I wanted to pay. Most everyone here pays $200 to $250 a month for a one-bedroom place, and she wanted $300, so the realtor got her to consent to $280 - but she told me I couldn't use her washing machine (she would have to pay the water). I can have this laundry place do my laundry for that amount and it comes back dry and folded. It was the nicest apartment I saw and it takes about one minute and 30 seconds to walk to work; that alone will save me $2/day on a moto - and with two artificial hips, those things are hard to get on and off of. I could almost walk it, but there is this four lane highway I cannot cross by myself. It is not the distance so much but the heat and humidity would kill me.
And the kitchen is so small - you have to go outside to change your mind - but the only reason I have a kitchen anyway is because it came with the apartment. I mean - who cooks?. Not only that - there is a KFC right around the corner. The best thing is that it has a veranda to die for and you walk through a garden to get to the apartment - most everyone else walks through a cement hallway or two of three flights of stairs that look like the way to a dungeon.
More later - the heat has taken it's toll on me for now.
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