Happenings in Mozambique never cease to
amaze me.
On Thursday at the end of the school
day, I came home very frustrated. My eleventh grade students were
INSANE during my lessons in my last two turmas. They would just not
stop talking, and I'm having trouble demanding their attention. It's
just really annoying because I thought since I was teaching eleventh
grade, they would want to be in school and learn and I wouldn't have
disciplinary problems like this. But I was wrong. So I'm going to
start kicking people out. Things are going to get serious. No
cheating, no disrespecting me, period. That's my plan and I'm
sticking to it...or at least until I get back in the classroom and
chicken out. When I told my students that they would have to turn
their homework in on Monday, they all jumped down my throat saying
“what do you mean, Monday, we don't have classes on Monday!”
Which was news to me...so I asked them what they were talking about
and legitimately I had 50 students screaming the reason at me at the
same time. Obviously I couldn't understand any of them, especially
when I couldn't even hear myself think. It was so rough. It took
all the patience I had to get through the rest of that turma. And at
the end of the day, I still wasn't sure if we had classes Monday or
not.
I got home and started venting to Sarah
(poor girl). I told her about the no classes on Monday rumor and she
told me she hadn't heard anything about it. We were both kind of
hoping it was a lie because we are both already really behind in the
curriculum due to the slow start of the school year and we have
provincial exams at the end of the trimester to prepare the students
for. She also informed me that we had a seminar the coming weekend
on Saturday from 8-4. This was my reaction: “umm....WHAT?! Um
what the heck could we be talking about for 8 hours...? Do we get
lunch...?” And not surprisingly, she didn't know any more answers
than I did. Oh Mozambique...
So Friday was a nice day of relaxing
and planning for my unlikely lessons on Monday. I texted one of the
Pedagogical Directors asking him if we had school Monday, and
legitimately he texted back “I don't have information.” Okay, if
the freaking Pedagogical Director doesn't know, we have a problem. So
I took things a step further and texted the Director. He called me
and explained that Sunday is a Mozambican holiday (Day of the Heroes)
and normally when they have holidays on Sundays, they don't have
school on Monday. He said it wasn't officially announced yet, but we
weren't going to be having classes on Monday. I then asked him about
the seminar and he confirmed that it was happening (and also that it
was 8 hours long). I mean, it was helpful to learn what was going
on, but I wasn't so stoked about the results of the phone call.
This morning, I got up and ate a hearty
breakfast in anticipation of an 8 hour day with no sustenance. Sarah
and I made our way to the school, and talked with the other
professors who were waiting for the seminar to start. We asked them
what the seminar was about and they told me something that I had a
hard time believing: multiple choice tests. I actually almost
laughed thinking that we would be talking about multiple choice tests
for 8 hours. But I shouldn't have laughed. I should have known that
since I'm in Mozambique, it indeed takes 8 hours to explain how to
write a good multiple choice question, the different types of
multiple choice questions, etc. About an hour in, I was out for the
count. I've never really taught before, but I've taken enough
multiple choice tests in my life to know how questions should be
written. Apparently that's not the case for all of my colleagues.
They were chalk-full of questions, doubts, and comments. Seriously,
guys?
After about 2 hours of riveting 'multi-choice' information, we were allowed a break. Upon announcement
of the duration of the break (5 minutes), there was an uproar from
all of my colleagues. In that moment, I thought I was back in my
turma on Thursday. It was a slightly comical and slightly horrifying
realization that it's not just an issue of my students being easily
riled up, but more of a cultural norm to not let things you don't
approve of go by unnoticed.
After our slightly longer than 5 minute
break, we were back in for 2 more hours of (repetitive) information.
At least 30 minutes of the two hours was debating whether or not it
is better to use arrows or lines to indicate parts of diagrams. I'm
not kidding. If you know me personally, you know how I was feeling
at that point. And if you don't, I can paint the picture a little
better for you: I was hot, tired, frustrated, and hungry. So not the
happiest camper.
A little after noon we broke for lunch,
which the school provided. We waited around for about a half hour
before it was delivered, and when it arrived, things got pretty out
of control. It was literally like my colleagues hadn't eaten in
weeks. Sarah and I stood back and watched the madness unravel. Then
one of our colleagues grabbed a plate and handed it to me and handed
another one to Sarah. So we were in on the madness. I got one of
the last pieces of chicken (score!) and my xima and headed
outside to sit and eat Mozambican-style (with my hands). When I sat
down outside, there was some chaos going on inside. Apparently the
people that made the food didn't bring enough plates even though they
were told the right number, so there were a fair number of people
that weren't able to eat...one of the Pedagogical Directors being one
of them. Oh man, bad day for the cooks. Eventually it all got sorted
out, but there was a lot of yelling, and it was a little
uncomfortable there for awhile.
After lunch, we went back into the
classroom and started up with the seminar once again. Yes, I know
you're shocked, but we were still discussing multiple choice
questions. It lasted for about an hour longer, and then 'closing
remarks' from professors, Ped Directors, and the people leading the
session lasted about a half hour. Finally at around 3:30, we were
free (Praise Jesus)!
Then Sarah and I decided to go on an
adventure with our Ped Director, Jorge. He has a car, and he took us
to Manica to walk around and hang out. When we got to Manica, he
asked us if we'd ever been to Machipanda, which is further west on
the EN6, right on the border of Zimbabwe and Mozambique. We told
him we hadn't, so he decided he needed to take us. So we continued
on our excursion to Machipanda, which is located in the Chimanimani
Mountains and absolutely beautiful. The drive was great, and we went
all and the way up to the Zimbabwe border, but didn't cross. We're
going to hike up the mountains on the border sometime and hopefully
I'll step into Zimbabwe at some point. :) On our way back through
Manica, we got some money out at the bank, stopped to buy some
homemade peanut butter, and got some pastries at a bakery that Jorge
pointed out to us. Then when we got back to Messica, Jorge took us a
different way to our house and past the place in Messica that
produces lots of wood for Mozambique (Yes, Mom, I finally saw
it...good job doing your research). So it was a successful excursion
and I enjoyed exploring Machipanda, Manica, and Messica.
So today was a little rough at first,
but it got a lot better as it went on. Tomorrow I am going to church
in the morning, and then Sarah and I are re-doing the schedule for
the school...again. Apparently we got more teachers, so it needs to
be redone. Oh joy. I'm going to be the most patient person in the
world in two years...
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