Teaching, Observing and Breaking the Fast

Posted on July 31, 2012 by

We spent the morning turning the tables a bit – observing
the Indonesian teacher, Eva, teach the ‘Gift of the Magi’ lesson we had
demonstrated a few days before was a delight. 
She specifically asked us how to teach narrative text, so our simple
lesson plans were easy for her to adopt. 
Interestingly, she seemed to focus first on the boy’s side of the room
before turning to the girls.  We noticed
that her students seemed more talkative with her than they were with us; we
attributed that to a shyness and respect for the native speaker rather than a
lack of understanding.
Although she managed well, I couldn’t help but think that
the huge amount of respect paid to us as English teachers  made her nervous.  We felt as if they felt that they thought they
couldn’t teach us anything, but they were wrong.  Observing their understanding of English, the
misunderstanding of nuances of the text, and the dedication of students was
quite informative.  We marveled at the
similarities of our students in their answers, their joking manner and
eagerness to please.
We were excited to travel to SMAN 2 Tangerang High School, a
government school of 1,100 students in 32 classrooms.  Surprisingly, we noticed few students in
Muslim dress, although the VP told us it was ‘mostly Muslim’, but also
Christian, Hindu and Buddhist.  Unlike
the US, student’s religions are not hidden.  
Students attend school from 7:00 am to 3:15 daily, except during Ramadan
when they are released at 12:45.  The
goal of this school is to become an international school, which would allow
students to study abroad.  They focus on
English, character building, and science. 
Interestingly, they had a remedial program for struggling students; at MAN
Cendekia, students who fail are expelled.
Observing
the 10
th grade English teacher’s organized lesson plan was
refreshing; she used multimedia, including a clip of the History Channel, in
her lesson on structures of text.
  We
noted 14 boys and 19 girls, with only five of them in Muslim veils.
  Although they wore uniforms, their relaxed
appearance and lack of outward religious significance was a stark contrast to
what we are accustomed to in the Muslim boarding school.
  
Overall, we were impressed with the more
modern education practices and structure of the school; we saw a greenhouse, a
fully equipped computer lab, and very creative and well produced student
art.
  The highlight for me was the modern
health clinic, equipped with hospital beds, a dental chair, family life
educational materials, herbal remedies, and other curriculum to teach healthy
living.
  It was the first apparent
evidence of health care that I have seen anywhere in Indonesia, and it was
promising that the school was not only able to teach it, but willing.

That evening we celebrated the end of the fasting day at another
English teacher’s house.  She lived with
her husband and young son in what we considered to be a ‘westernized’ type of
housing development.  She prepared a
large offering for us, beginning with sweets and ending with savory foods.  The most interesting item she served was
fried chicken claws, a delicacy that our host teacher enjoyed but I wasn’t
brave enough to try.

Today I felt hopeful for Indonesian education.  In such a religion dominated culture that effects all aspects of daily life, I appreciated the balance both the high school and our dinner host could find between retaining the traditional customs and culture while infusing in more modern aspects and conveniences.  I’m beginning to be curious about this push and pull that I see; it is apparent to me that the younger generation, including students and teachers, are much more interested and excited about trying to find a way of life that honors their religious and ethnic beliefs while allowing for technology, convenience and forward thinking in their lives.

Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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Serpong: Food and Flexibility

Posted on July 29, 2012 by

We were thrilled to have a little later start today – I’m still having trouble with this 14 hour time difference.  Our driver (yes, we have a driver) picked us up at the hotel and brought us to our host, Yuna, at the local’s market.  Imagine an indoor farmer’s market the size of a warehouse, throw in VERY fresh meat, fish, prepared foods and baked goods, and add a bit of clothing and trinkets on the sides and you can imagine the sights and smells that assaulted us..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just outside the marketplace, the Indonesian version of ‘painted ladies’ line the streets.

We drove to our host school, and watched our host teacher teach her 10th grade English class for a few minutes.  She first ushered us into an empty room to eat the snacks the bought us at the market; although fasting, she has been very considerate and accomodating to our needs.  We most enjoyed the hard rice cakes.  We also had tofu cakes with some type of egg, some type of bun with green bean, and traditional coconut gelatin cakes.
Surprisingly, after about 15 minutes she instructed them on the rest of the class lesson and we left for another school.  Indonesian teachers, at least at her school, do not use substitutes.  Students, given detailed lesson plans, are expected to complete the work and submit it to the teacher’s desk before they leave.  She says they always comply!
Another surprise came as we were leaving class to walk to the car, and Yuna exclaimed, “Oh my god!  I forgot to tell you!  You will speak to the entire school when we arrive!”
Our jaws dropped.  We’re learning to be flexible with Indonesian sense of time, eating and drinking unknown foods, and waking up at 3 am to strange explosive sounds and chanting.  Amy and I glanced at each other, not wanting to offend our host, and spent the 10 minute drive wondering what we could do to entertain an entire junior high school who may or may not speak English.  It wasn’t only the heat that was making us sweat….
The principal and teachers warmly welcomed us, ushering us into their air conditioned office.  After introductions and filling our a detailed personal information form, the principal presented us with ‘yamas’ , a type of Javanese martial arts pants.  Actually, they were the student’s gym uniforms!

We have been very careful to respect the Muslim dress code – high necklines and covering past our elbows and knees – so we were a bit surprised but gladly changed in the student bathroom and walked out onstage.  As if we were celebrities, the children cheered and encouraged us.  Notice the separation between genders – still hard to get used to that.

 

 



After what seemed like endless amounts of photos – we posed with each grade separately -we enjoyed a tour of the campus.  The brightly painted and decorated classsrooms were welcoming and despite limited resources, the children seemed to be an evident part of the school.  As we exited, I noticed this crayon-colored sign hanging on the wall; it sums up so much of what we’re experiencing and hoping for here in Indonesia.

Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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Friday Photo: Expect the Unexpected

Posted on July 28, 2012 by

Every day as I walk out of my western-style hotel room, I take a deep breath and try to prepare myself for the day.  I keep thinking that each day nothing could out do the day before, that the people, food and experiences couldn’t possibly be more amazing than what I’ve already seen.
And every evening, when I walk back into my hotel room, I take a deep breath and try to process everything that I saw, touched and tasted that day.  Just when I think I can anticipate how I will react I am continually amazed at myself and the world around me. 
I am learning the true meaning of ‘expect the unexpected’ – and the best part is that I’m learning to accept the unexpected, too.

Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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Cendekia Serpong School: A Lesson in Gift Giving

Posted on July 26, 2012 by

Each time I walk into the lobby I pause and take a touch of aromatic oil for my hands. It’s a little lift to my senses, a special gift I give myself. It helps me get ready for this amazing experience.

 

 

Prepared with ‘Gift of the Magi’ lesson plans, we arrived
late for our 7 am class because our driver overslept…thinking our teacher would
have started without us, we were surprised to be ‘on’ the moment we walked into
the classroom.  The 12th grade
students were very polite and shy, and as Amy and I began our lesson, we were
pleased that our teaching styles meshed so nicely and things moved along
seamlessly.  The teachers are fascinated
with our collaboration, and share their desire to learn how to work with each
other as well as their frustration with unsuccessful attempts.
Indonesian kids are similar to Americans in many ways, except these kids spend many more hours at school – class begins at seven, and ends
after three.  During Ramadan students
wake at three, pray, eat and arrive at school by 6:30 am.  We ignored the yawns and listlessness of some
students, and empathized with what they dealt with on a daily basis.  We learned that 3,000 students apply for
admission, and only 120 are accepted.  It
is a great honor to attend this school, and many students use government
scholarship for tuition.  Teachers refer
to the program as ‘career studying’.
Students who don’t pass are expelled – there are no second chances.
After two classes, each videotaped by the teacher, we
switched to 11th grade English and our presentation on the US and
our state, schools and families.  The
students asked more interesting questions about American culture, boy/girl
relationships, the CIA/FBI, what ‘Sin City’ was, and the American Dream.
Several classes have told us they know America is a ‘superpower’, and that they
can earn scholarships to study in our colleges.
They have such hope for their futures.

 

Later that evening we were invited back to school to literally
‘break-fast’ with some teachers and the dorm counselors.
  As we arrived, we were excited to see the male
students out of uniform and participating in an ‘Iron Chef-style’ cooking
competition using bananas, chocolate and cheese.
  Girls could only gather around and express
their frustration with their techniques.

 

 

 

 
Just like American students, Indonesian kids don’t love
their cafeteria food.
  Big blue coolers
filled with endless amounts of rice supplements the canteen offerings.

A quick tour of their dormitories revealed the stark reality that they
live far from home.

 

We ended our visit with a traditional ‘break-fast’
meal.  Interestingly, we start with
sweets (dates, coconut drink, steamed buns with rice paste), and end with
savory (chicken, rice, and fresh vegetables).
Sitting on the floor, eating new foods and watching our hosts so adept without
utensils, we reveled in the gifts they were sharing with us.
Each day in Indonesia concludes with a mixture of exhaustion and
admiration; navigating this extraordinary culture takes a great deal of energy,
a humbleness and willingness to learn from our mistakes, and an openness to
receiving the gifts of knowledge and awareness.

We process our similarities and differences, laugh at ourselves, and ask
a multitude of questions in our quest to bring our disparate worlds
together.
  I am so grateful for the
honesty and candor of the people here; they are giving me a priceless gift that
I hope will help me enrich my global classroom in America.

 

Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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What I Want

Posted on July 26, 2012 by

Despite what you might think, I’m actually quite a homebody.  Whenever I travel I have certain requirements that I’ve learned really make the difference between a good trip and a disaster.  They’re not too much to keep me from experiencing the local culture, but they sure make life a lot easier when I’m trying to navigate a new culture, language, customs and country.

One of them is coffee.  I’m on the island of Java, but the hotel rooms only serve instant java, which makes my stash of American grounds a godsend.  After teaching all morning in the humidity, I’ve also felt grateful for the Starbucks in the mall adjacent to the hotel.

Another is proper clothing.  I like to be comfortable and appropriately dressed, which made packing for teaching in a Muslim country challenging.  I’m expected to cover to the elbow, below the knee, and have a high neckline.  Yesterday I made a fashion faux-pas and was required to don the school’s version of gym shorts – a kind of pant outfit called a yama.  I think they’re mainly used for some sort of yoga.

Reluctantly, I’ll admit I like to be connected.  Coming back to my hotel after a long day and finding Facebook messages and blog comments makes me feel like I’m not out here all alone, and the beauty of Skype and FaceTime has allowed me to see my children and keep me grounded.

Indonesia is a beautiful country, rich with traditions and hospitable people.  I’m not afraid to know what I want – and to ask for it. I think knowing what we need to be happy is important – and if it helps us experience the richness of another culture, all the better.

Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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