latitude
i named this blog l'atitude because at the time, i was thinking a lot about how my perspective or attitude was affected by my geography (or latitude). and at this point in my life, i find myself thinking about that again.
recently, my latitude has changed again. taher and i are back in chicago. we have left thailand and our return back was not the happiest for me. of course, i was very, very happy to see my family. that was wonderful. but i missed our life in bangkok and felt myself wondering why we had come back so soon, especially since here in chicago, absolutely nothing had changed. everything was still here and it could have waited until the summer for our return.
of course, we decided to come back for a number of reasons, and it was a compromise for me to come back at this time. but a compromise i was very willing to make. and i was not blind to the fact that chicago is home and we would return eventually. i would never want to live in bangkok forever. but the homecoming was still a bit jarring and it took me a couple of weeks to get used to being back.
it is interesting, though, that although we are back, thailand remains with us in surprising ways. i knew that taher and i would be reminded of thailand and would talk about it, bringing up that moment or this detail to each other; that is certainly happening. but beyond that, i was hoping that the mindset i had in thailand would remain with me here. in a foreign country, for an extended period of time, i had to approach life as a challenge and an adventure. and it was at times tiring and at times invigorating to have to try harder to roll with life. fun and frustrating, but never boring. just going out into the street and using our limited thai and navigating in a new social structure was an adventure. and every single day was different from the next.
when i returned from egypt, i had many of the same thoughts that i am having now. i read what i wrote from that period, and i feel that it pertains to the present, even though the countries from which i departed are literally worlds apart. perhaps after i post this, i will post that entry as well.
one surprising factor in my missing thailand so much is the fact that my students have not forgotten me. i thought that i would leave and they would miss me for a week or so, and then fall in love with their next teacher. but it is only after coming back and fielding their emails for the past month that i am realizing that i was almost an alien compared to their middle-aged, indian-born, salwar-kameez clad other teachers. i think that i taught them a lot more than i believed i did. i know i drove home the english grammar well; i know that stuff very well and i left them understanding things like verb-subject agreement and the difference between indirect and direct speech. however, it is becoming clearer to me that i actually made them see themselves in a different light.
my two favorite classes were my 5th grade girls and my 6th grade girls. my 6th grade girls, 6A, were at the stage where they were becoming more aware of their impending womanhood and were actively trying to negotiate the kind of woman they wanted to be. i entered their lives at a crucial time and i was a different kind of role model. i was the only woman they had ever seen who was forthright and outspoken towards authority figures, i was the only woman who was willing to talk to them about what it is like to be married, i was the only woman they had met whose stock answer was "why not? give it a try." at times i purposely acted more fearless than i was, and sat back and watched as ideas took root in their minds.
i'll give you an example. the school had sports events as well as academic events, and it was common that the housemistress would choose the smart girls for the academic events and the athletic girls for the sports events. winning was key, and the girls were never asked their preferences. they were sized up as far as ability, and then relegated to different events. i started a bit of a revolution in 6A by convincing two of the girls, heretofore labelled as weaker students, to approach their housemistress and demand a place on stage in the next math challenge.
it did not work. but they spoke up for themselves and were elated that nobody shot them for it. and when i had a chance, i nominated them to get up on stage and give a speech, and they nearly fainted with disbelief.
when i think of things like that, i am amazed that i ever left the school- i was in a position that i think is rare: i had the power to affect change- small change, yes, but in the lives of these girls, huge. they didn't get what they wanted by asking their housemistress for it, but they suddenly realized that they could ask. and they promised to ask again. i wanted them to be dissatisfied with quietly taking orders. what year is this? they have minds of their own and certainly they know, to an extent, what is good for them or important to them. someone needs to listen to them.
perhaps all of this seems inconsequential; i thought, to an extent, that it was while i was still in bangkok. but when i left, i was met with uproar. the girls opened up and told me what i had done for them, and i was shocked to my core that i had affected them so much. i thought i was changing their behavior circumstance by circumstance, but from what they tell me, i find i was actually teaching them something more lasting. i was changing - or adding to - their perspective. i planted ideas in their heads and trusted them and talked to them and listened to them. and i guess it worked.
they email me almost every day. if i do not respond right away, they reprimand me. they tell me what is going on in their lives, they complain about their teachers, they share their excitement and their boredom and their concerns and their jokes. 6A is doing a play, "the little princess," and they ask me for my advice on acting. their emails are written english that is sometimes perfect and sometimes broken, and they listen to my edits and try to improve their writing.
they are giving me a real sense of having accomplished something in the 7 months i taught them. i am amazed. and i'm proud of myself. and actually i am very, very proud of them. so kawinthida, ngoc, suphatra, sumalee, shradha, manpreet, nitvaree, narumol and shivangi, keep those emails coming.
i named this blog l'atitude because at the time, i was thinking a lot about how my perspective or attitude was affected by my geography (or latitude). and at this point in my life, i find myself thinking about that again.
recently, my latitude has changed again. taher and i are back in chicago. we have left thailand and our return back was not the happiest for me. of course, i was very, very happy to see my family. that was wonderful. but i missed our life in bangkok and felt myself wondering why we had come back so soon, especially since here in chicago, absolutely nothing had changed. everything was still here and it could have waited until the summer for our return.
of course, we decided to come back for a number of reasons, and it was a compromise for me to come back at this time. but a compromise i was very willing to make. and i was not blind to the fact that chicago is home and we would return eventually. i would never want to live in bangkok forever. but the homecoming was still a bit jarring and it took me a couple of weeks to get used to being back.
it is interesting, though, that although we are back, thailand remains with us in surprising ways. i knew that taher and i would be reminded of thailand and would talk about it, bringing up that moment or this detail to each other; that is certainly happening. but beyond that, i was hoping that the mindset i had in thailand would remain with me here. in a foreign country, for an extended period of time, i had to approach life as a challenge and an adventure. and it was at times tiring and at times invigorating to have to try harder to roll with life. fun and frustrating, but never boring. just going out into the street and using our limited thai and navigating in a new social structure was an adventure. and every single day was different from the next.
when i returned from egypt, i had many of the same thoughts that i am having now. i read what i wrote from that period, and i feel that it pertains to the present, even though the countries from which i departed are literally worlds apart. perhaps after i post this, i will post that entry as well.
one surprising factor in my missing thailand so much is the fact that my students have not forgotten me. i thought that i would leave and they would miss me for a week or so, and then fall in love with their next teacher. but it is only after coming back and fielding their emails for the past month that i am realizing that i was almost an alien compared to their middle-aged, indian-born, salwar-kameez clad other teachers. i think that i taught them a lot more than i believed i did. i know i drove home the english grammar well; i know that stuff very well and i left them understanding things like verb-subject agreement and the difference between indirect and direct speech. however, it is becoming clearer to me that i actually made them see themselves in a different light.
my two favorite classes were my 5th grade girls and my 6th grade girls. my 6th grade girls, 6A, were at the stage where they were becoming more aware of their impending womanhood and were actively trying to negotiate the kind of woman they wanted to be. i entered their lives at a crucial time and i was a different kind of role model. i was the only woman they had ever seen who was forthright and outspoken towards authority figures, i was the only woman who was willing to talk to them about what it is like to be married, i was the only woman they had met whose stock answer was "why not? give it a try." at times i purposely acted more fearless than i was, and sat back and watched as ideas took root in their minds.
i'll give you an example. the school had sports events as well as academic events, and it was common that the housemistress would choose the smart girls for the academic events and the athletic girls for the sports events. winning was key, and the girls were never asked their preferences. they were sized up as far as ability, and then relegated to different events. i started a bit of a revolution in 6A by convincing two of the girls, heretofore labelled as weaker students, to approach their housemistress and demand a place on stage in the next math challenge.
it did not work. but they spoke up for themselves and were elated that nobody shot them for it. and when i had a chance, i nominated them to get up on stage and give a speech, and they nearly fainted with disbelief.
when i think of things like that, i am amazed that i ever left the school- i was in a position that i think is rare: i had the power to affect change- small change, yes, but in the lives of these girls, huge. they didn't get what they wanted by asking their housemistress for it, but they suddenly realized that they could ask. and they promised to ask again. i wanted them to be dissatisfied with quietly taking orders. what year is this? they have minds of their own and certainly they know, to an extent, what is good for them or important to them. someone needs to listen to them.
perhaps all of this seems inconsequential; i thought, to an extent, that it was while i was still in bangkok. but when i left, i was met with uproar. the girls opened up and told me what i had done for them, and i was shocked to my core that i had affected them so much. i thought i was changing their behavior circumstance by circumstance, but from what they tell me, i find i was actually teaching them something more lasting. i was changing - or adding to - their perspective. i planted ideas in their heads and trusted them and talked to them and listened to them. and i guess it worked.
they email me almost every day. if i do not respond right away, they reprimand me. they tell me what is going on in their lives, they complain about their teachers, they share their excitement and their boredom and their concerns and their jokes. 6A is doing a play, "the little princess," and they ask me for my advice on acting. their emails are written english that is sometimes perfect and sometimes broken, and they listen to my edits and try to improve their writing.
they are giving me a real sense of having accomplished something in the 7 months i taught them. i am amazed. and i'm proud of myself. and actually i am very, very proud of them. so kawinthida, ngoc, suphatra, sumalee, shradha, manpreet, nitvaree, narumol and shivangi, keep those emails coming.
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