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It’s Good To Be Home…Kind Of

Posted on August 6, 2012 by

I’m still processing my trip to Indonesia…over 8,000 miles one way is a long distance to travel.  Leaving everything that is known, for everything that is unknown, felt terribly unsettling.  The 14 hour time change, living in a country that exists around a religion I was very unfamiliar with, and having to think and wonder and guess about nearly every move I made left me feeling worn out and ready for home.

I’d like to say that the trip was easy, that everything went smoothly and all my encounters were pleasant, but that wouldn’t be honest.  I’d like to say that every bite I took, every car ride I took, and every breath I took was pleasant, but that wasn’t exactly the way it went.

I wish I could say that I was brave enough to try every food presented to me, that I learned to speak the language, and that I experienced every island and ethnic group in Indonesia, but I didn’t.  I did pet a Komodo dragon, cross Jakarta traffic on foot, eat Durian fruit and board a sailing ship via a precarious gangplank over nasty water.

I can say that the plane ride from L.A. to Hong Kong wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected, and that all the teachers and students I worked with were absolutely welcoming and made me feel like a queen.  I can also say that Indonesian Starbucks is eerily like California’s, and that nasi goreng might just be one of my new favorite foods.

from Obama’s elementary school in Jakarta

But most of all, what carried me through fourteen days of fatigue, over-stimulation, sweat and language barriers was what waited for me at home.  Knowing that what I was doing as a global ambassador, teacher and woman was teaching not only me, but my own children, that the world is a much smaller place than we know, and that when they grow up, my small contribution may make a big difference in their lives.

To read more about my day to day adventures, click over to travels with mamawolfe.

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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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Jakarta: Wrapping It Up

Posted on August 5, 2012 by

We got an early start for our request to see the original harbor, home to the shipping area of the spice trade.  At first our request was met with hesitation; Yuna didn’t want to take us to ‘the dark side of Jakarta’, but we were eager to see come cultural history outside the schools and mosques.  Driving to Jakarta on a Sunday proved much faster than ever before, and we found ourselves in the port area after 45 minutes.  It took a while to navigate the maze-like streets near the port, but eventually we arrived at the Port Museum and Syanbandar Lookout Tower.
The tower, built in 1839, was used for weighing goods and measuring the distance to other places from Batavia City.  Surveys done in the late 1900s found it was built at a distinct angle, sort of like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
The tower overlooks Priok Port and is ringed with cannons to help in watching for incoming enemy ships.  It was also used as a custom’s house, as the port was home to the spice, gold and slave trade starting in the 5th century.

 

We found the adjacent museum fascinating.  Following the history of the port provided insight into the many cultures that had traveled through modern-day Jakarta, including traders from India, China, Portugal and the Malacca Strait.  Outrigger boats appeared there 4,500 year ago and then spread to Madagascar and the Pacific Islands.

The port survived Dutch battles and occupation as an international transit point for silk, tea, coffee, tobacco and spices.  It also brought missionaries to spread the Buddhist, Hindu and Islamic faiths to Indonesia.

 

 

The port was crowded but felt safe.  We were surprised to see other white tourists wandering around the stalls lining the harbor.  Driving onto the shipping area allowed us a real treat – we bravely walked a gangplank high above the water to board a working ship.  The crew allowed us to go all over the ship, which was hauling cement to Kalimantan.  We felt like we had stepped back in history as we climbed around and eventually came across the Sulawesi captain, dressed only in a sarong, who wasn’t overly excited to see us on his ship.  We were particularly pleased that our host summoned us the courage to board the ship as well – she was terribly frightened because she cannot swim.

 

 

Our host drove us back to our Jakarta hotel to meet up with
the rest of the TGC cohort.  We were sad
to say goodbye, but eager to meet up with our colleagues and swap adventure
stories.
Today’s trip to the ‘dark side of Jakarta’ illuminated my
suspicion that there were areas and parts of the Indonesian culture our hosts
really didn’t want us to see.  To me,
seeing how the ‘common’ people live and work is crucial to understanding where
Indonesia is as a developing country, and clarifies areas that need improvement.  Again, this push and pull between traditional
and modern aspects highlighted the struggle Indonesians face as the move into
the 21st century.

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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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Questions Answered and Stinky Fruit

Posted on August 2, 2012 by

After yesterday’s ehausting adventures, we were happy to
have a late start.  Indonesian children
attend school on Saturday, so we were able to meet with Cendekia’s leadership
students for an informal question and answer session.  It was neat to see them out of their uniforms;
we were particularly taken with a girl in a beautiful pink veil who was eager
to get to know us.
Our discussion proved extremely informative.  The eight girls and nine boys provided
answers to many of our lingering questions:
·         *Grade A National Exams are a big deal.  They determine placement into universities,
and 96% of these students will attend college in Indonesia and 4% abroad.
·        * They are proud of their achievements in the
Science Olympiads, and will send a student to Italy for September’s competitiion.
·         *Their slogan is ‘Unity in Diversity’
·        *They enjoy their weekend events-that’s when they
have elective classes, competitions, and even a type of ‘prom’, although no
dating is allowed.
·         *They put on their own verion of ‘Gakic’, or
Olympics, with competitions in basketball, chess, softball, soccer, table
tennis, badminton and sprints.
·         *They feel the biggest problems in Indonesia are
traffic, pollution, money for education, and corruption in government.
·         *The girls feel that the boys get special
treatment; for example, they are allowed to stay outside two hours later than
the girls.
·         *All students want to go to college, and all said
their parents attended college.
·         *They don’t like the US involvement in
Afghanistan, feeling that the war is an attack against Muslim brotherhood.
·        * They don’t feel like they have much choice.
·         *At school, they’d like to change the food, their
limited access to technolgy, and the ban on cell phones.
  
After a rest at the hotel, and a yummy lunch out, we began the
journey to our host’s house for ‘break-fast’. 
The 20 mile trip took an exhausting two hours, battling road constuction
and traffic. 

We enjoyed what Yuna called ‘common
food’-several types of mango, Durian fruit, dates, green beans, potato coconut
chili chowder, rice and fried tofu and tempeh. 
I’m surprised at actually how little they eat after fasting all day; we
keep expecting them to gorge themselves.

After a tour of her home, we visited the
‘Golden Mosque’ just a few miles away from her house.  Built seven years ago, Yuna described it
as ‘just appearing one day’, which seems
unlikely due to the grandness of the buildings.  

We toured the women’s section as they were praying,a nd saw the turrets
made of gold.  Adjacent to the mosque sat
a large meeting house and a mansion the likes of which I hadn’t seen in Indonsia.  Yuna ‘used our name’ to talk to the security
guards and found out it was built by a Middle Eastern woman as a gift to the
country, but she lives abroad.
We expected a shorter ride home, but again
spent two hours traveling back to the hotel. 
Although interesting to see Indonesian night life – I’ve never seen a
more crowded McDonalds-we were eager to get home and pack for the next day’s
departure.
The importance of relgion in Indonesia’s culture
and education system continues to fascinate me. 
It’s sharp contrast to our laws separating church and state make it
difficult for me to comprehend.  I often
find myself wondering what it would be like if students weren’t blatantly
separated and identified by religion, and if it causes discord amongst the
population.  At our hotel it seems like
the locals are either Christian of Buddhist-we see very few veiled women
walking around the mall or working in the hotel itself.  There is such a serene beauty in the calls to
prayer, and the unison with which they gather together in the mosques.  I wonder if that unity excludes diversity, or
as the students say, they are able to overcome it.  I think there are more veils in Indonesia
than just those worn by Muslim women, actually.

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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Finding Balance: Teachers, Teens and 13-story Shopping Malls

Posted on August 2, 2012 by

Our day began with an early teacher meeting at IMAN Cendekia School.  Asked to speak about green school and International Baccalaureate programs, we arrived to speak with a few interested teachers.  We’ve witnessed an attempt at recycling awareness on many campuses in the form of posters and some class assignments, but noticed an alarming absence of trash and recycling conatiners.  While the teachers asked many questions about our recycling programs, it soon became evident that their infastructure problems with sanitation halts their progress.  We suggested that they don’t wait, but rather start teaching the children, ideally in primary grades, about how to reduce, reuse and recycle.  We’re hopeful that we can continue to provide them with examples through Skype or email when we return to the US.

The assistant principal, interestingly, changed the subject several times to ask us about the ‘Seattle Sound’ and bands like Pearl Jam and Nirvana.  He also wanted to chat about American movies, wondering if our schools were like “Mean Girls”, and told us his favorite actors were Denzel Washington and Tom Hanks.  We continue to be amazed at what a dominant role American media plays in their beliefs about our country, and how often incorrect they really are.
We were able to ask the teachers some of our essential questions, and found that they believe that Indonesians are generally shy and don’t share their opinion-in fact, they will often go along with something they don’t agree with.  They have no word for love, and no polite way to be angry.  They believe that boys and girls are treated equally, and that men are generally more polite.  They think their students need to study American history to know what are the best ways to run their country, so they choose to study the American Revolution, the Boston Tea Party, the Civil War, and Malcolm X.

The average wage of an Indonesian teacher is $100/month, and for $75/month they feel they can live well, although they may need to commute far for work.  Earning $200/month is considered middle class, enough for school, rent, food and a little savings.  $10,000 will purchase a good house.  We found most items very inexpensive, especially food.
Traveling to Sekolah Tunas to visit a K-12 school provided a radically different glimpse into Indonesian education.  We were greeted by a British man, Mr. Paul, hired to be their resident native speaker.  The primary school children were adorable, full of questions like “do we go to rock concerts” and “would we like some chocolate milk”.  Their command of English was excellent   – due in large part from efforts to have students learn conversational English.

Observing on Friday meant students weren’t in uniform, making religious affiliation more difficult to discern.  These students looked so much like our American students; in fact, this girl was excited to see a photo of my daughter wearing the same shirt!

We were treated to a traditional gamelan concert, questions and answers by the 10th-12th graders, student leadership tour guides, and a look at music and dance (modern and traditional) electives.  As this is a private school, students pay a fee to attend between the hours of 7:30 – 4.

We spent our afternoon taking the train to a 13-story wholesale shopping center.  Interestingly, Indonesian trains have pink and purple cars for women only, created in response to protect them from sexual harassment. 
Exiting the train took us into what our guide called ‘real Jakarta’, and we couldn’t agree more.  This wa by far the most crowded, dirty and lively section of town we have seen.  We entered an outside bazaar and began crisscrossing through the maze of vendor booths selling clothes, food, pets, shoes and household items.  The path was narrow and at times we wondered if we would make it to the mall.  We emerged on an open area where the men were just finishing their afternoon prayer.  As it ended, they picked up newspaper they knelt on and went on their way, and we entered the mall.

A teacher, Eva, met us there because she was deemed the best
bargainer.  She proudly told us, ‘this is
not comfortable for shopping, but comfortable on the wallet.’  And she was right-we spent the first hour in
shock and amazement as she led us up escalators to the thirteenth floor,
through labyrinthine paths to find the items we wanted, and back out
again.  When the mall closed at three we
went upstairs to the mosque so our guides could pray, then back down to find a
taxi.

Jakarta traffic is unlike any other city.  Busses and taxis have an easier time,
especially when they drive up onto the curbs to scoot past the cars and
motorbikes.   Although the train would be
faster, our guides felt it would be unsafe for us to utilize it during rush
hour.  Two hours later we were happy to
arrive at the hotel, break our fast and fall into bed.

Today I was reminded of the disparity between schools in
Indonesia.  The differences between the
strict, traditional religious education and the more modern structures is a
perfect reflection on what I see happening in the country.  I’ve noticed a conflict between those who
would like to stay true to their traditions and culture, and those who want to
embrace modern living.  It feels like
holding on too tightly to the past is causing problems with looking forward
into the future; I’m hopeful the children can figure out a balance that will
keep everyone happy.

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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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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