The Newsies

So tomorrow begins October...which means one thing: it's travel time! The past couple weeks have been filled with planning for the trip/buying things to help having no home for a month/proctoring the final exams. But, before I spring into the future, I'll recap the last few weeks.

Fortunately, I've been pretty consistent in following through in my mentality to keep trying new things. For starters, I went to my first yoga class. It's always been something I wanted to try. Overwhelming at first? Yes. Am I flexible? No. But, a great experience overall. The same day I had another activity of firsts, which was riding a motorbike. America's worst traffic day is what Bangkok's traffic is like everyday, for most parts of the day. I've sat for 2 and 1/2 hours in a cab in order to drive to a restaurant that was probably 20 minutes away from my apartment. It's unbelievably frustrating so really desperate times call for motorbike measures. I must also mention that Bangkok road systems may have rules or laws, like speed limits or designated lanes, but they sure as hell are not followed. Motorbikes are the fastest way of transportation in the city because they do whatever they want and wait for no one. They weave in and out of traffic because they can, basically. They drive at ridiculous speeds and come within inches, no centimeters, of cars, trucks, etc. As I rode on the backside of my first motorcycle, entrusting my life in a Thai man I'd never met, I felt like I was in a video game. I had to keep telling myself that my limbs weren't going to be cut off by the side-mirrors of the cars as we drove on the dotted line.

One Saturday night, my friend decided we needed to experience another part of Thai culture besides the education system. So she made a reservation at a restaurant that had traditional Thai dance performances. We got dressed up and made our way over Studio 9, a small restaurant that sat right on the river with a beautiful view of Wat Arun and the Rama XIII bridge. We sat down and ordered some wine and a variety of food, including vegetables and honey chicken, and a shrimp and rice dish. We ate and talked, while the performers warmed up on the dance floor, which was literally 2 feet from our table. Soon, the show began. The first performance was done by a Thai woman that danced as she wrapped a long piece of cloth around herself at a very slow and graceful pace. The beat shifted as a man began playing a huge drum, which transitioned into the next dance. This dance represented a story about a beautiful woman who falls in love with a crazy monkey man.. a little strange but remember where I am. The third dance was between a man and a woman as well, but they held huge chandelier type sticks in their hands and twirled around in brightly colored robes. The last dance had the most props: a bamboo stick holding a candle, an umbrella, and a basket of flowers. They slowly processed in to calm music full of chimes and soft beating drums. It's difficult to describe the way they move and how much strength they have to pose their bodies with such grace. The women must be very fit and flexible, especially in their fingers. It is customary for their fingers to be able to bend very far backwards, kind of in a backward slope. This is the position their fingers are held in the entire time, which is fascinating. Overall the evening was a success; lovely entertainment, delicious food, great conversation and a piece of mouth watering chocolate cake, which topped off the whole night.

New revulation: I enjoy taking the bus. Never did I ever imagine I'd enjoy public transportation, especially coming from living in Baltimore where it was gross and never punctual as well as in Phoenixville, in which did we even have bus stops? But in Bangkok, it's much more efficient and consistent. Taxis are useful but some don't want to take you because it's raining or too far so they just say no, or they speak no English and when we try to attempt Thai, our pronunciation is all wrong. So the busy is simple, easy, cheap, and sometimes we even get air conditioning! Ah, the perks in life.

Before I came to Thailand, my diet mostly consisted of pizza, hoagies, mac and cheese, tostitos, pasta...pretty much normal American foods that aren't all that healthy but still easy and tasty. The extent of my dabbling in ethnic cuisine is probably a rare sushi meal or ordering chinese at school. I had never had Thai food before and the only rice I'd consumed was stuffed in a pepper and covered in cheese. Since coming to Thailand, I've really opened my palette to foods I've never crossed paths with, but I'm so glad I did. Other than Thai (which is constantly growing on me), my favorite cuisines are Indian and Israeli. We try to mix it up often, because we're all sick of rice. It will be interesting to see if I'm a fan of Cambodian, Vietnamese, and Balinese cuisine after my experiences this month! TBA

Time is money.

Over the past month-ish, I've succombed to the same weekly routine centered around teaching. Wake up, eat breakfast, do work in the office, teach, teach, teach, somewhere in there eat lunch, tutor, swim/lift/run/nap, shower, eat dinner, go to bed and do the same thing the next day. The weekends are usually spent lounging, the occasional shopping trip, manicute/pedicure (all for 10 dollars). The last time I wrote I had been spending about a week's time in solitary confinement because I had been asked to re-write exam sheets for the upcoming Reading finals. It blows my mind how fast September crept up on me and how "summer" was over. I guess I technically never had a summer but then again I'm in freaking Asia so I'm not complaining one bit.

Speaking of freaking Asia, the past few weeks have been dedicated to the planning of future travels since we have a month off in October (since St. Gabe's school year begins in May, this is our 'winter break'). How will I spend this time off, you ask?

The plan: Leave for Cambodia on October 2nd, travel to Vietnam on the 7th, spend a week and a half zig-zagging up the coast to Halong Bay, fly to Bali for a beautiful/relaxing 2 weeks (with a layover in Singapore), then head back to Bangkok on the 30th.

Now, re-reading that agenda I have to think twice and remember that this is actually my life, not something out of Eat Pray Love (the book, not the movie). That this is actually happening.

Also, my friend and I are planning to document this journey through dancing captured on video. In each city, at a specific monument, landscape, or just whenever we want, we'll dance in place in front of a camera, then compile everything into one movie. Stay tuned.

Here is our inspiration: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlfKdbWwruY

In other news, I cut my hair. A lot of it. It was one of those things that I talked about for a while, always complaining my hair sucks and that I hated it. Normally, I'm not the kind of person to really care about the way my hair is cut. Back home, I would walk into the salon and sit in the chair and just tell Jessie (my old time hair dresser) "Do whatever you want, it's so dead". This time, because of the language barrier, I brought a picture of what I wanted it to look like, just in case. The end result looked somewhat like it, just shorter... alot shorter than what I imagined. Looking back, I probably should have apologized to the woman cutting my hair as I looked as thought I might cry -- but it was my own fault.. why I thought getting my toenails done at the same time and not facing the mirror was a good idea will forever blow my mind. In the end, I'm content with it.




The past two days all of the foreign teachers were assigned to conduct interviews to students in grades 6-12. St. Gabes offers a scholarship to go to Canada in November so we have to judge their English by asking them questions about why they are so special to be chosen ones. The questions are standard: "Why do you want to go to Canada?" "What differences do you think there will be between Thailand and Canada" "What will you do on the long plane ride" etc. I really tried to get to know the kids as I talked to them, but I tried to stick to the script as much as possible. Some boys were fantastic and you could tell they actually knew what they were saying. Others, well... let's just say there was a lot of head scratching and wandering eyes and "teacha, again?". Amusing is the best word to sum up the experience, especially because it's so difficult not to burst out in laughter. I try to take my job as serious as possible but it's a little challenging when I hear the following:

Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Student: 6 o'clock

Me: What are your hobbies?
Student: Yes.

Each student brought a sheet with them that had their name, age, class, number, etc. on it as well as their own motto. Here are a few.

"No one is perfect that why pencil have eraser."

"I'm famous enough to have people hate me."

"Time is money."

"Big fish eat small fish."

"After the storm comes a clam."

"Joy and sorrow are so near as today and tomorrow."

"F.F.T. (Fight for tomorrow)"

"Slow help is no help."

And then there are the kids who would literally just repeat the only words they can make out of what you're asking them (most likely their parents made them apply):

Me: Why do you want to go to Canada?
Student: Yes, I go to Canada.
Me: Are you nervous to fly on the airplane?
Student: Uh.. go..airplane.
Me: Describe your family.
Student: Family...yes.
Me: Do you like to travel?
Student: Um.. (head scratch).. what is travel?

Me: Why do you want to go to Canada?
Student: I want to see maple leaf, eat the maple, and drink Starbuck coffee!

Me: Okay, I have asked all the questions. Is there anything else you want to tell me about yourself?
Student: I have experienced many hard time in my life.
Me: Oh, I'm so sorry. What happened?
Student: Well

Other than that, my life is pretty boring right now, but I do enjoy living for these little moments, whether or not it is at the expense of my students' broken english. I guess life is like that sometimes, as one of my interviewee's mottos says: "Imperfect can create the beauty." I guess they do have something valuable to say sometimes, whether they understand it or not.

And the moral of the story is...?

I was asked last week to create the final exam questions for 4th and 5th grade classes. My co-teacher gave me a few packets and told me to shorten the stories and make up multiple choice questions. I read through the packets, just to get an idea of what to write. One of the stories was called "Monday Mornings" and is about a boy who wants to stay home from school. Here is the shortened version of what the brillant boys at St. Gabriel's must read:

It’s Monday morning and Tom is miserable. He lay in bed, thinking that he wished he was sick. While thinking, he felt that one of his teeth was loose. Aunt Polly would pull it out. Suddenly, he remembered something!
He looked at his sore toe. Then, he began to groan. His brother, Sid was still sleeping. Tom tried to wake Sid up. He groaned louder and shook Sid.
“What’s the matter, Tom?” said Sid.
Tom groaned again. “Don’t shake me, I’m hurting!” he said.
“I will go get Auntie. How long have you been like this?” Sid asked.
“A long time! Hours. Ouch!” said Tom.
“Tell me what is the matter? You should have woken me sooner.” Sid said.
“Oh Sid, this is the end. I forgive you for everything, brother…” Tom said.
“Tom, are you dying? Don’t Tom, please don’t!” Sid looked upset.
“Tell everyone I forgive them. Sid, give away my cat and belongings to the new girl. Tell her…” Tom whispered.
Sid ran out of the room.
“Auntie! Tom is dying!” Sid shouted.
“What? I don’t believe it.” Aunt Polly said.
Aunt Polly and Sid ran upstairs and sat next to Tom as he lay in bed.
“What’s the matter, Tom?” asked Aunt Polly.
“Oh, my! It’s… my sore toe.”
His aunt began to laugh. She laughed until she cried.
“You are crazy, Tom. You gave me a scare. Now, get out of bed.”
Tom felt foolish and his pain was gone.
“But Auntie, I have a loose tooth. It aches.” Tom said.
“There, there. Open your mouth and let me look… Ah, yes. I will pull it out. Get me a silk thread and a chunk of fire from the kitchen.”
“No, please! It doesn’t hurt. I don’t want to stay away from school!” Tom shouted.
“Oh, Tom. You just want to stay home and go fishing, I see. Not today.”
The thread and chunk of fire were ready. Aunt Polly tied one end of the thread to Tom’s tooth. She tied the other end to the bedpost. She threw the chunk of fire towards Tom’s face. The tooth was now dangling from the bedpost.
But, all troubles have rewards. When Tom got to school, all of the boys envied the gap in his teeth.

At least the story attempts to have a moral?

Endless dinners & early breakfasts

Since Chiang Mai, the past two weeks in a nutshell:

Teaching, work outs, training, celebrations, zumba, coffee binges, the Queen's birthday, volunteering at a women's shelter, strange dream interpretations, co-teacher dinners, talks of the future, awkward car rides, vacation planning, 5 seasons of the Office, the best shampoo ever, standing up for myself/retests, new goals, potential new memberships, fireworks, Toy Story 3, drinks that give you flashbacks, thoughtful postcards... and more teaching.

Hmm, so maybe this past fortnight was, in actuality, quite eventful.

I'll try my best to put the previous events in sequential order and hopefully explain what they actually mean, but I can't promise a full detailed account of each one:

Returning from my long weekend in Chiang Mai was a difficult adjustment but shortly after, we discovered that the Queen's birthday was 2 weeks away, which meant.. another two days off! We were thrilled for the vacation days as well as to see how big the celebration for the Queen would get. But first, the weekend prior would soon become the real birthday weekend. Two of my friends were turning the big 2-2 so we were planning some fun/alcohol filled activities.

Weekdays at school weren't bad, but nothing exciting was occurring. Oh, minus the re-testing that was going on. About two weeks ago, the students spent a week taking midterm exams, which was taken somewhat seriously. But for the students (and its a LOT of them) that failed the midterm, they were given the opportunity to have a re-test in class. This basically means, they are given shorter, easier sheets that they must score atleast a 10/20 on to pass. Seems simple enough? Just wait. Francis asked me to take a group to a separate classroom and adminster the tests. I gave them out, told the students they had about 20 minutes, to really take their time because they had to get 10 correct, check their answers atleast 3 times. I told them these were questions they had been given numerous times and it wasn't new. They finished and I began to grade them. Out of the 20 that retested, only about 3 passed. I gave the results to Francis and he told me I had misunderstood him. I was supposed to reteach the worksheet and basically give them the answers. They were all supposed to get a 20/20. Interestingggggggggggg.

The thing was...I didn't misunderstand him, because a testing process should never turn into that. The kids who failed and didn't study and who aren't paying attention in class because they'd rather draw anime characters or pretend to shoot eachother with their pencil boxes were now getting higher grades than the students who go home every night and do their homework and raise their hand in class. It was unethical & something I would not support, I couldn't succomb to that process. This was one procedure that I culturally and educationally could not accept. I told Francis this. Needless to say, he retested the rest of the classes that week.

Aside from the academic drama and me standing my ground (which I do not regret), I decided that week that I was out of shape. For many of you that know me well, I'm not the most athletic of people but I do try to make an effort. Being in a foreign country and with so many delicious temptations around me, I had to set a goal. I researched and found out about the Bangkok Marathon that takes place every year in November. So you ask, is Emily Cotter Hauze is going to run a marathon?!?!?! No, she's not... but she is going to partake in the 10K! Still a respectable aspiration in my book and something I've never done before.

The work days went by and the awaited weekend began. Friday night, Theme one: Decades party. I decided to embrace my birth decade and work it out 80's style. I threw on some leggings, an off the shoulder top & neon colored sweatband. All of us teachers dressed up (a few 80s, some 60-70s, an avatar, some 90s, one 50s houewife) and hung out on the roof of our apartment, which gives us a wonderful view of the city and just a great place to lounge and talk. We headed to Khao San after to get a drink, & the night ended with McDonald's...obviously.

The next day was spent zumba-ing, starbucks-ing, shopping, then to the spa/salon to prepare for the next extravaganza, which was a little more elegant. (By the way, this salon is amazing & cheap; I got the best shampooing ever! My hair was rejuvenated & style, and got an intense head massage which was surprisingly relaxing)

The restaurant that night was called Longtable and was located on the 25th floor of a hotel in downtown Bangkok. The view was incredible, we saw the entire city lit up. There was even a pool on the deck/balcony. It was a little pricey but we felt extremely grown up & definitely worth the experience. Afterwards we decided to partake in a pub crawl nearby, which was a good time, just to dip into the Bangkok nightlife scene, which I really didn't have a chance to experience until now. Successful!

The three day workweek is something I wish was more frequent. It was easy and I was excited to spent 4 days in Bangkok. We decided not to travel anywhere because 1. We were lazy and 2. We really didn't feel like we had gotten to know our current city of residence. Wednesday, we had a meeting with one of the Brothers of St. Gabes and were given a free dinner, in honor of the Thai Mother's Day (Happy Mother's Day Mom! Love you!). It was very generous of them. After the day was over, we decided to go get some sushi and a quick drink on Khao San. When we were finished we decided, well, we're not ready to go back yet, let's head to Mulligan's, our favorite Irish bar (well, my favorite for obvious reasons). I decided to treat myself to a pint of Hoegaarden, which came in the same huge glass that I had drank from at every Monday night pub quiz at BeerHaus in Cork. Definitely brough back some memories; it's amazing how one sip can surface a flood of memories, but I enjoyed it. After Mulligan's, we decided we still weren't ready to go home.. so we went to Roof bar which had a live band, and weirdly enough was airing Children of the Corn on their TVs (last week they played Alien). It was crowded but a fun atmosphere. Some of the girls wanted to head back, but one girl & I decided, nah, we weren't ready. We had another beer and starting talking to two nice guys from London. Oh, people speaking English, how refreshing!

We ended up staying until the bar closed, then headed down the street (are we seeing a trend?) to a late night restaurant & ordered a bucket. Made friends with a little girl selling flowers & bought her dinner. Is the night over yet? We headed downtown to a club called Narz, which was basically a techno-disco club and danced all night. There may or may not have been midgets dancing on stage as well. When we got tired of the midgets, can you guess where we ended the night? Good ol' Mickey D's...and without any concept of time, we watched them as they put up the breakfast menu. It was 6am and the sun was coming up. Needless to say, I slept until 3pm that day. Happy birthday to the Queen!

Earlier that week, my co-teachers had invited me to a Mother's Day dinner with two of my friends. I had heard from friends about the infamous Thai dinner outings so naturally, I was curious and accepted their invitation. Well rested, my one co-teacher, P.Oi, but I'll just call Oi, met me and my friends Paulina & Chrissy, at the school with her husband. They drove us to the restaurant which was a ways away. Francis (The Fran Man) drove himself and met us there.

The restaurant was very nice. It was surrounded by bamboo bushes and seemed to be built directly over a pond. They served traditional Thai dishes that I will never be able to pronounce. The meal (if that's what you wanna call it) consisted of (in order) ...pork kebabs, raw shrimp, one whole fried fish (complete with head, eyes & tail), prawn soup, papaya sald with crab, vegatable stir fry, fish "donut holes" (not at all tasting like donuts), a huge assortment of fruit, seaweed crisps, strawberry ice cream, and another whole fish. Oh, and our glasses never went empty; they were constantly being refilled with Chang beer. The evening was spent eating, of course, drinking, learning new Thai phrases, sharing stories about America, and cheers-ing, which I'm pretty sure occurred every 5-10 minutes, like clockwork. "Cheers to happiness times", they would say. It was definitely a night full of laughter & conversation, and even a little singing. With no control over the night, the girls and I were there for somewhere between 5-6 hours. In America, if you sat in a restaurant for that long, it's possible that the owners could ask you to politely move on. Not here. Oi kept saying, "Oh just 30 more minute, is that okay? The men like to talk and drink". Although the three of us were exhausted and full beyond belief, we made the best of situation to show how grateful we were of such a meal. When the Thais go out, they go out hard.

What happened next was something that put us in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. Yes, the men kept drinking and it was all in good fun. But as it was time to leave, we thought about our journey home. Was Oi's husband okay to drive? Would she drive instead of him? Would we not make it home? All of these answers were a definite no. Her husband was not able to drive but he did. Oi did not step in like we thought, but don't worry we safely made it home in a taxi by someone who was sober. But it was a struggle for us to even get Oi's husband to pull over -- she kept saying "No, we're going home, don't worry, I must go home too, we take you to John Mary" (our apartment building). We tried the "We're uncomfortable" and "We don't do this in America" as he swerved and stalled the car. Finally, we brilliantly came up with the idea: "Oh, we're actually meeting friends in the opposite way, how about we take a taxi and save you the trouble?" Whether or not we offended Oi & her husband or not, we left the car -- scared, relieved, and damn proud that we spoke up. All of us equally agreed, and I can't speak for them, but drunk driving is probably the last thing I want to be involved with, for more than the obvious reason.

**Sidenote: The story above is not meant to say that the Thais are ignorant or irresponsible, because after a night like this, they treated us in such an incredibly generous and considerate way, and most Thai people do, in social scenes. Playing the culture card is not an excuse for the behavior but its the only way I can try to understand their decision making process in this particular situation.

So.. an adventure it was, and no hard feelings (I don't think), because the next morning I had promised Oi I would help out in setting up for the St. Gabriel's open house. She greeted me as if nothing had happened, which I prefered. I stayed for about 2 hours, trying to help them make a bulletin board about the English Department which basically just looked like Rainbow Brite threw up on it, which I guess is appealing to the parents the future students.

The next two days I was able to transition smoothly from full grown, somewhat mature adult to a giddy, innocent toddler. That night I saw Toy Story 3 & had flashbacks to my childhood. I loved every single second of the movie & made me miss my toys, wishing I could play with them one more time (the Playmobile, Barbies, My Little Pony, the hundreds of stuffed animals). I laughed, I (almost) cried, I was scared, I was just downright happy leaving the movie theater. Not the mention, I had pizza with scallop potatoes on top (quite possibly a dish created specifically FOR me) and croissants from an amazing bakery. "Ladies, that was a top night" (Name that movie, Glynnis). My Sunday evening was spent at the Bangkok Aquarium, which although small compared to Baltimore was amazing. They had a decent variety of animals including jellyfish, crabs, penguins, OTTERS, sharks, and tons of cool fish. And, one of those underwater tunnels where the fish swim above you. It was pretty damn cool and I was not the oldest one there.. another success.

So I had planned on making this a quick recap but my ability to ramble combined with my joy of writing intervened so here we are. Hope my avid readers are still avid, because there is more to come and a silver lining is STILL revealed in every experience! CHUA!!

Lastly, I'd like to truely, genuinely thank EVERYONE who has sent me such thoughtful postcards over the past 3 months. Each week I get more and more and I could not feel more loved that being here. It's an amazing feeling! THANK YOU.

Juicy, Joe & Jungles

This past weekend, we had our first break from St. Gabe's thanks to a Buddhist holiday. We had three choices: stay in Bangkok, travel south to Phuket and soak up some beach time or head north to the mountains of Chiang Mai. Five others and myself chose the latter. Ever since I decided to come live in Thailand for the year, I had been most looking forward to an experience of the jungle scene. And, after this long weekend, I can officially attest to that expectation, plus some.


We left on Friday evening and headed to the train station with the intention of buying ticket for an overnight train to Chiang Mai, where our tour guide would pick us up at the station. Since we are intelligent Americans, we forget about the whole holiday weekend aspect and the station was sold out completely for the next two days. How would I ever ride my elephant??? Luckily for us, the station expected stupid farongs to do this and they had pricey bus tickets on standby. Without any other options and because we were NOT staying in Bangkok any longer than necessary, we booked it. Climbed & squeezed our way to the back of the bus where two of the seats could not recline and mentally prepared ourselves for a 12+ hour bus ride. Couldn't get worse right? Wrong. The bus company was "nice" enough to blast the AC throughout the ride. But halfway through the journey, we were the recipients of the glitch in that nice gesture. Whenever the bus stopped then immediately went forward, the condensation from the AC gathered and streamed to the back of the bus. This wouldn't have been a problem if there wasn't a hole in the ceiling, thus pouring out in waterfall fashion onto our already freezing bodies. Two of my friends were completely soaked and with no where to go, were forced to sit on the floor and in the aisle in order to avoid the constant flooding.

Tired, cranky, sleep deprived, we arrive in Chiang Mai and take a tuk tuk to the train station to meet our guide, Jungle Joe, a older man native to the city, maybe 45-50 years of age. We were also introduced to his sidekick & food/materials carrier Boom (or F*cking Boom! to Joe). Both a little lost and confused, we finally found eachother and pile into the songtheaw. What is basically a taxi-pick up truck drives us 2 hours up a mountain (literally) on what is they call a road, but in actuality mud, rocks, and pieces of random cement. Let's just say it was a rocky ride, pun intended. Joining us on the trek was a Dutch family; Leo (father), Maret (mother), and 3 boys between the ages of 10-15 (couldn't pronounce their names if I tried). The parents were fluent in English and the oldest son could get by. They were good company, very nice people, a little strange but then again they were European so I wasn't that surprised.

Joe, our tour guide for the trip

After a quick lunch, we began our trek through the jungle. I guess for some reason we had all expected some sort of path leading us to the first village but that was not the case. The sungtheaw dropped us off on the dirt road and we headed directly into the long brush towards the mountain. For someone who works out seldom to never, the climb was tough and long. Sweat poured within the first 10 minutes of the uphill hike and it was extremely easy to lose your footing. A girl maybe around 17-18 years old, came with us as well. She lived in a village nearby so it made sense to walk with us. I could tell by the rubber flip flips she was wearing that this strenuous hike (to us) was a piece of cake to her, maybe even part of her daily routine. In America, if you need to go to the supermarket for a few things like bread, eggs, milk, you hop in the car and you could be back in 20 minutes. For this girl, she hikes down a mountain for 2 hours, buys what she needs from the closest "town", then hikes back up the mountain for 2 hours. God, Americans can be spoiled sometimes.

The first village we arrived to consisted of several bamboo huts resting on the River Tang. The villagers were refugees from Burma, living off the income of tourists passing through, so they were constantly trying to sell us things, like jewelry, belts, or purses. They were relentless, especially when the children became the sales agent. Who can say no to a 4 year old refugee child with dirty clothes? Not me since I am a proud owner of a silver elephant anklet that is currently turning my skin a nice shade of green.

Our living quarters were... cozy. And by cozy I mean, it was one big room in a house. And by house I mean a bamboo hut. And by hut I mean literally the floor/roof/walls could collapse at any moment and we would be washed away in the poop filled river (more on that later..). But luckily for us, that didn't happen. The room had 8 mattresses, about an inch in thickness and a pillow with the texture of a brick. Each nest was equipped with its own mosquito net (an essential component over any shacked up bed) which dangled above.

The next morning we rose to the sound of the roosters, naturally. We ate our breakfast (instant coffe & 5 pieces of bread) and waited for our ride to arrive. Our ride being the elephants of course, who were slowly but surely picking us up right on the site of our "hotel". Prior to this trip, the only encounter I had with elephants had been at the zoo where we were separated by a fence or a cage. That's the difference between America and Asia. Interactions with elephants are just plain casual here, there was nothing weird about it -- a similar encounter in America to that of a horse at a farm, except bigger, fatter, & slower. The seat on top of the elephant is basically a piece of wood which handles, which were definitely used throughout the journey. We rode the elephants through the jungle for about an hour, ending the ride trudging in the river -- where we learned is their favorite place to relieve themselves. A fun surprise for the Dutch family who spent about an hour swimming in the river the previous evening...little did they know that wasn't mud exfoliating their skin.




We waved goodbye to our new round & surprisingly prickly friends and headed to the river for our second means of transportation of the day: bamboo rafting. The villagers literally woke up that morning, cut down the bamboo from the surrounding jungle, and constructed our rafts. With my lack of coordination and strength, I decided to take a seat near the front of the raft, leaving a few of my friends to do the steering. Joe's instructions were basically: avoid the rocks... and for the most part, we did. The ride was great, lasting about 2 hours, surrounded by deep greenery & banana trees, no signs of civilization for miles.


We arrived to eat lunch then hike to the next camp. We said goodbye to our Dutch friends and began the 45 degree angle climb up the mountain. Did I mention it poured down rain during lunch? Correction, we slip-slide and stumbled up a muddy, clay colored hill. But I will say, I would do it again right this second. Because although it took all my energy and strength and endurance to make it up there, I did make it and it's easy to say that the view from up there was quite possibly the most breathtakingly gorgeous spectacle thing I've ever witnessed. I couldn't look away. The pictures don't capture its beauty or serenity. Even my own eyes had a hard time understanding that this was real. I had heard that Thailand's beaches were unlike any other and I'm sure they are, but please don't overlook the mountains.



Aside from the amazing experiences I had elephant riding, hiking, and bamboo rafting, my time is Chiang Mai blessed me with some of the most delicious meals I've ever eaten. One of many careers, Joe had worked as a chef in Saudi Arabia and cooked for us for almost all our meals. Probably my best dinner yet in Thailand, he cooked up a sweet and sour stir fry with chicken, pineapples and peppers, along with a green bean dish with something tasting like pork (one of the elephant drivers tried to convince us it was dog but Joe denied this). Once the tour was over and we had some time to explore the city of Chiang Mai, we sought to find a burger place that Beth had been to when abroad and raved about their milkshakes. We found the place, which was named Mike's, so clearly anything but Thai. Now for those of you who know me well, I'm a pretty good eater and I don't like things to go to waste. I'm not sure if it was hunger or a longing feeling of American food but that burger and those fries and that god-sent oreo milkshake disappeared down my esophagus in a matter of 6 minutes, approximately. I think my friends were surprised, intimidated, disgusted, but hopefully a little impressed by this consumption.The idea that a piece of that meal could potentially end up in the trashcan was not something I could live with.

Delicious Thai dinner

I realized during & after this trip that I'm definitely a mountain person. As I sat on top of that beautiful mountain among a village of poor Thai refugees, I had no desire to be on a beach. This was equally if not more relaxing, despite the commute. I also never once craved or felt any need for technology.. no facebook, cellphone, computer, nothing. My ipod died on the ride up so really it was me, a few friends, my book & nature. Sometimes the simpler life is, the more you appreciate the things that exist around you.

Eat good, Live good, Stay good

During lunch on Monday, my co-teacher Francis (the same man who pointed out my singlehood to an entire classroom of students) told me he had been given two tickets from a student's parent to go to a Muay Thai boxing match and that he wanted me to come with him as a thank you for helping in the classroom. I read that seeing a Muay Thai event first hand was ranked as one of the top things to do in Thailand, I reluctantly said yes and mentally prepared myself for the violence & craziness that I would soon witness.

We met after school the next day and took a taxi to the stadium, which was downtown. The traffic was really bad (like it always is in Bangkok) and it took over an hour to get there. So you can imagine what I was thinking: what the hell are the two of us going to talk about? A 60-year-old Thai man whose English isn't quite polished and a 22-year old clueless American girl who can't understand/speak Thai for the life of her. But the ride ended up not being so bad and I definitely learned many interesting things about him, both hilarious and tragic. He began with an attempt to explain the political situation in Thailand, atleast a version that wouldn't scare me too much. After this was a quick Thai lesson, which basically taught me that the language is all about the tone of your voice. Basically a word can sound exactly the same but whether or not you say it shorter, longer, higher or lower will decide its meaning. For example, the Thai word for both "shirt" and "tiger" is seux, but the pronunciation for shirt has a much deeper tone.

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When I asked him if he had ever been to America, he said he had been only been to Chicago. He told me a story about how he got very drunk and that a taxi driver drove him too far out of the way to his hotel. One of his observations there: "I think I see there many black person in Chicago." Oh boy.

I learned about Francis' wife, who is currently battling ovarian cancer, and believes her to be an "iron woman", especially after beating breast cancer a few years ago. He says she must live in his hometown, not in Bangkok, because she is too weak. He visits her when he can, as well as his son, daughter in law, and "nephew", which I want to say is actually his grandson. It was sad to hear about his situation, but it did help me to understand and realize how much Thais value family and loved ones.

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We arrived at the stadium, ate some rice and pork at a nearby vendor (where Francis muttered the title of this post), and then met by a soldier at the gate that would lead us to our seats. Because I am a "farong" (or foreigner) and woman, they needed to know ahead of time that I was coming. The sport is an extremely traditional event in the Thai culture and women are absolutely not allowed step foot in the stage, or in some places, be present for the event. Luckily for me, we had VIP tickets which meant we got to sit on the floor with vendors serving beer and popcorn, a pretty classy thing for Thailand. Francis definitely was ecstatic, proven by his ordering of numerous Changs. Each beer was cheers-ed to "happiness" and I learned the word for drunk: mow.

The matches were intense, but fascinating. The competitors ranged from age 13-19, approximately and weighed somewhere between 100-125 pounds, basically of pure muscle. They were quick and powerful. The boxers were from extremely poor families and relied on winning for income. The fights were full of passion and unlike American boxing, anything is fair game. There is kicking, punching, what looks like hugging. In the sport, the two most dangerous parts of the body are the knee and the elbow, which were used aggressively in each match. One boxer even had to forfeit the match because of a leg injury, which Francis said he could have broken it. I never imagined that someone's knee jab could break another person's bone. Sitting VIP also gave us the opportunity to meet some of the boxers backstage, which was pretty neat. Francis was obsessed with me taking pictures and videos because "you mother have a look what we see. She see the blood!" Not sure if Gerty would want to see that, Fran.

Overall, the experience was memorable and like nothing I had ever seen before. I'm very lucky to have had this opportunity where I was able to not only sit VIP on a 2,000 year old Thai sport and meet the participants but more importantly witness a "mow" Francis wear my purse.

Unexpectations

So, last week was a tough one. Over the course of a few days, basically our whole office of teachers caught some type of stomach bug. Needless to say (and I'll spare the details), I was stuck in my room for the week, barely able to eat or move for that matter. America was punishing me for leaving because my 4th of July was not pleasantly spent. Luckily the worst of it was over the weekend so I didn't miss any classes.. they were just a struggle. But, now I'm back and ready to blog!

This past weekend was relaxing & I was able to try a lot of new things. Friday afternoon was spent at the spa/nail place. A lot of people told me that going to Thailand I should get manicures and pedicures all of the time.. and after this experience I'm in total support of that suggestion. I only got a pedicure (the 2nd one I've ever had) but it ended up costing 150 baht, which is a little less than 5 dollars. You really can't beat that. Plus, as an added bonus, the brand of every nail polish was called EMILY, so if that isn't a sign to treat yourself, I don't know what is.

Saturday I decided to go with a friend and try Zumba dancing. If anyone knows me well, I thoroughly enjoy a good dance session. When I say good, I don't mean the dance moves. Unfortunately, I was not blessed with the body coordination or gracefulness in that area of movement, but it doesn't mean I don't like to flail my arms and legs around and try to feel the beat. Zumba, which is an exercise that incorporates spanish/hip hop/african dance moves in routine steps. There are two fascinating aspects of my class. The first is my instructor. He is a Thai man, probably in his mid-late twenties, and is flamboyantly and fabulously gay. He speaks very little English, but can count and say "front", "back" and "side" which is basically all you need. I've never witnessed a man with more rhythm and with the ability to move his hips so fast. The second fascination is one of my fellow zumba partakers: a 60-year-old white South African man. Zumba classes, like most aerobic type classes, are mainly composed of women aging from 20-45, so you can see how this is intriguing to me. As much as he sticks out, he's not at all embarassed to take the class and is proud/confident enough in his moves to dance in the front row each week. As amusing as it is to watch him awkwardly & agressively shake his hips to Shakira, I give him credit for doing something he clearly enjoys.

Sunday was spent doing touristy things. St. Gabe's is close to the Grand Palace & Wat Pho, home of one of the biggest reclining buddhas in Thailand. The palace was beyond beautiful and although we couldn't go inside, the place just screamed royalty and luxury. It was seriously blinged out, but anyone in Thailand would agree that the King deserves nothing less. He is utterly worshipped, but not in a creepy way. I've never experienced a culture where one person is placed at the highest peak of admiration and trust. One hundred foot tall pictures of him at different times during his life are displayed in almost every intersection. The King's song is played each morning and Friday afternoon at 3:25 on the dot and the whole school must stand to sing it. The King's song also plays at the Movie Theater before each showing of a movie, and the entire audience stands to honor him. Despite all of the corruption in Thailand's political world, the love the Thais have for their leader is mesmorizing and definitely something that doesn't and probably will never will exist in America.

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Me in front of the Grand Palace

The Men in My Life

The students at St. Gabriel's are literally out of their minds. It's a battlefield/stampede/sports event just walking to my office each day. I'm either concerned a football is going to fly at me or a boy will push his friend into me thus knocking me so that I fall down the stairs, or a popsicle will smear across my uniform white blouse. SO many predicaments that are completely plausible at any time of day.

Side note/fun fact: It is not considerably weird to see a naked child at St. Gabriel's. The school does not believe in locker rooms yet the students must participate in Swimming. Also, the students are criticized for their uniforms. If their shirts are untucked, it does not reflect the school well (the looks trumps behavior, obviously). Students at St. Gabe's are OCD about many things, and tucking in their shirt is up there at the top of the list. Sounds simple but naturally, the best way for them to do this is to unbuckle and drop their blue dress shorts to the ground, just so the tucking in process is that much more successful. I've seen this in the hallways, on the stairs, during class, at lunch...anywhere; there's no shame. But let's just say, a day doesn't go by that I don't see a shirt tail sticking out through the fly.

In order to make a little extra money, I signed up to teach a tutoring session twice a week. The group of boys assigned to me are at the P.3 level (or 3rd grade for those back home), which means they are about 8-9 years old. Here is my class roster:

1. Ultra

2. Bank

3. J.J.

4. Pongpalin

5. Butt

6. Pak

7. Pat

8. Arut

9. Matan

10. Tong

11. Nut

12. Beaver

13. Blue

14. Sky


Obviously, these are their nicknames and I wish I was joking about half of them Their real names are long and impossible to pronounce. I come to determine that Nut is probably one of the most popular names, kind of like a Mike or John in America.

As a whole, let's just say the boys have a lot of personality.. and by personality I mean, they love to do whatever the hell they want because I'm foreign and think I don't understand what's going on. I mean, I don't know what they're saying at all but I can smell sneakyness from a mile away. During the first week of tutoring, there wasn't any talking to them; it was all screaming. Whether or not the boys knew what I was saying, they knew I was pissed.

One day, I gave them a worksheet with a picture of an alien, a frog holding a diamond, and a UFO and told them to use that picture to tell a story. They seemed to somewhat understand. Enjoy!


"Once upon a time, the alien named X. Jump in the moon. Eat cake banana and fish. The frog named L. Jump in the sun. Eat fish apple and water." --Chutiwat Towattana (aka Bank)


"Once upon a time, UFO if my monster. UFO take off in the land of the frog. Frog is the diamond star. Star is the light of night. UFO is the see is the frog and alien see is the UFO is no take off in the land in USA." --Beaver

"Once upon a time, the alien want diamond for the frog under the star and UFO because it is night and the frog say "I like the diamond" and the alien say "I want the diamond". The frog say "What is your name" and the alien say "My name is Four Hand. I am a monster alien." "If you don't give the diamond to me I won't eat you", alien say. Then say "No I don't give the diamond for you." --Matan

Fresh, Spicy & ...

Around the corner is a little restaurant called Fresh and Spicy (clever name right?), which is run by a Thai family and has cheap tpyical meals, like pad see ew--my favorite--and stir fried vegetables. Today, just like any other day, a few of us went for lunch. We had just been at the market all day so I had been wearing a casual summer dress from Target (no, I wasn't wearing my market plaid blouse, Liz/Kristi). No big deal. We order, eat, get free mango because they love that we're teachers, and go to pay. Two women are working the register because it's difficult with translation and numbers. I tell them what I order and give them the money. Both are smiling very lovingly at me and I just think, Wow, these women must like my dress or something. One says something to me, but I can't really understand her, so I just smile and kind of nod. But she says something again and looks at her friend. I ask her to repeat again, and she points to my stomach and innocently asks "Baby?". Ah, the day has come when someone mistakenly assumes my gut is with child. I reluctantly decline her assumption. They are both extremely embarassed and apologize profusely. I tell them No problem" & that they didn't offend me enough so that I wouldn't come back.

I've learned that Thais tend to not realize when they are being offensive, especially when it comes to weight and physical appearance. On more than one occasion, Francis (my beloved co-teacher) pokes a student in the belly and calls him jiggly. It's a common topic of conversation, which is fine and understandable with the amount of rice and noodles consumed on a daily basis. But, I felt this situation needed to be documented because of course, it's usually an interaction that I would be involved in.

Now, where are the pancakes and french fries I just ordered delivery? My fetus is starving.

Pattaya: The Epidemic

I've spent a several hour bus ride contemplating how to describe the events of the past weekend. Although I think that I've come to the ultimate conclusion that a first hand, eye witness experience is the only way, I'll attempt to use words.

I had originally planned on going to Koh Samet this past weekend, a beach about 3 hours from Bangkok, to attend a full moon party on the beach. Last minute, I decided to change my plans and go with some girls to Pattaya, a closer, popular beach in Thailand.. little did I know what it was popular/famous for until arrival. So, expectation: 48 hours spent relaxing on the beach, lounging by the hotel pool, & devouring buffet style breakfast. And you know what? All of these things happened. It's the events leading up to these blissful experiences that made me re-evaluate the term "sugar daddy".



We arrived in Pattaya sometime between 9-10 pm and begin our search for a hotel. We start walking and experience the Pattaya nightlife which is comparable to Amsterdam. But comparable in that Pattaya makes Amsterdam's Red Light District seem upscale and desirable (no offense to the city because I absolutely loved being there). But Pattaya had quite the eccentric population. We walked through small alleys with our backpacks bulging from our backs, becoming an easy target for the locals. Surrounded by neon lights and bad karaoke, we're now on the receiving end of broken American phrases for things like "sexy massage" and "tuk tuk ride", all for which are probably not G-rated experiences at this hour. The bars we pass are all locals, with live music (mostly country), half naked dancing thai girls, and an overwhelmingly amount of odd pairs.

But, the odd pairs weren't just in the bars.. nope. They were everywhere and I couldn't understand it. Older, western men, aged between 45-75 years old. Their significant others were native to Thailand, much younger, never once showing a visible sign of emotion. It was the strangest sight to see and so fascinating most of the time I couldn't look away. All of the stereotypes are insanely true and Pattaya is not only where it was invented but is no where near extinction. It's an epidemic, really and a strangely accepted lifestyle. You see one pair and it seems to multiply in front of your eyes. For all I know I could have just been running into the same couple over and over.. maybe I'll just keep telling myself that.

Shocked and a little creeped out, we trekked on and searched for a somewhat normal hotel. What we found was up for interpretation.. specifically since we were greeted at the door by what Thailand calls "ladymen". Looking past and ultimately just accepting that this was Pattaya's tranny-tastic culture (a naturally), we booked the 200 baht a night room, which the inside did not at all reflect its exterior. We also looked past the Thai women who would wander in an out of the other rooms with wads of money in their hands but I'm not gonna jump any conclusions... alright, fine. All exaggerations aside, I can now formally say that I've slept in a brothel.

Needless to say we booked it out of there in the morning. Pattaya in the daylight wasn't so bad, but our minds were set on a specific combination: beach, pool, breakfast buffet. After we walked for what seemed like hours and a little tease from the Hard Rock Hotel, we finally stumbled upon the Mike Orchid Resort, which met all of our needs and making my chua jet tee dee jet hon possible.

The beach was literally a block away and I needed some sort of stress release in the form of an adrenaline adventure. So we gave into the Thai locals and their touristy pressuring: jetskiing. One of the best decisions I made all trip. Cruising through the Gulf of Thailand with nothing but waves with the sprinkling of sailboats and the distant outlining of the mountainous islands surrounding the city. Sorry New Jersey, there's no comparison.

So if there are a few things I've learned from this trip it's this: functioning brothels are surprisingly clean, Subways are God's gift to me, dating guys my age and from my native hemisphere isn't all that bad, and the sunsets will never get old.

Beginnings are awkward, but then again, so am I.

Ciao! Emily Cotter Clare Hauze finally has a blog! After much anticipation and many requests, I have begun the intense documentation of my Thai adventures and interactions, which let's be honest, yield a ridiculous amount of "Really?! Did that just happen?" moments and embarassment. So, I am opening up my brain in written form to the world, particularly for those passionate readers (cough Glynnis Fastiggi cough) and hopefully to my family members who are extremely amused by my current situation.
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To start at the beginning, I'm currently living & teaching in Bangkok, Thailand. I've been here for about 3 weeks and will be here until around March/April of 2011. The decision to come here was a piece of cake. So in order to prevent you from believing that the following stories/complaints/freak-outs are a motive to elude to how miserable I am, that's not the case. I have absolutely no regrets about my decision to be here. I can't imagine myself anywhere else.

This new and culturally shocking environment has been everything but what I expected it to be. Let's just say I set the bar pretty high. I thought..

1. The food will be amazing. I've never tried it but my friends and family swear by it.
2. The people will be kind, gracious and magically all speak English.
3. The students will genuinely respect the ground the teacher walks on and hang on every word you say... and of course, will magically understand English.
4. It won't be thaaaaaaaat hot.
5. I'll barely spend any money.
6. Everything will be organized, structured.. even more so than American schooling.
7. Friendships will come easy and we'll end up being one big happy family.

Okay... so I was seriously wrong.

But, I will tell you this: Every cloud has a silver lining. And ironically, that seems to be a theme in my life as I keep discovering new things in my environment. So this is how my blog got its name, 'Chua jet tee fee jet hon'; the Thai version of "Every cloud has a silver lining" but is literally translated to "Bad seven times, good seven times." With this in mind, my (lucky) 7 fantasy expectations may not have been a reality but a little good comes out of each one, as my glass half-full outlook likes to remind me on a daily basis. Time to explain...
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1. St. Gabriel's, the school where I teach, provides the teachers with a free lunch everyday, which is great because it saves me the 30 baht I would spend somewhere else. The first meal I experienced in the canteen(thai version of cafeteria) was a plate of rice with a version of meat on top as well as a cup of soup, which had a chicken broth appearance. Seemed simple enough so I dove in. I probably should have mixed the soup first or atleast take a peek at what lay at the bottom of the bowl. A chicken foot, or what resembled one, was one of the many chunks that floated in the broth. Not floating, it actually looked like it was trying to climb out of the cup. But I looked past the foot, because the more intriguing component of the soup was something that resembled a piece of chocolate fudge/sirloin steak. After much question, it was (sadly) neither of those things. It was probably the last thing I would have thought: solifidied blood. Who's blood? Good question.

I've discovered that the lunches will always be a mystery. Spicy, chewy, bad aftertaste, spicy, crunchy, bland, really really spicy. All words are now part of my vocabulary. But with the bad comes the good. The incredibly good. Vendors line the street and there are 7-11's on literally every corner, just as a safety for Americans when they need some sort of food outlet. I've found pork fried rice is my go-to Thai meal, only if I can remember how to say it in thai. Finding a restaurant that has a menu in English isn't challenging, just limiting. Dinner time is usually the time to explore and try new things, even if it means taking risks. With these risks, guilty pleasures develop. For example, mine include Tim Tams (a chocolate covered wafer with different filling- milk chocolate, caramel, strawberry, etc), mini pancakes (from the Pancake Lady obviously, for 10 baht), fried planteens (basically grilled bananas in a sweet, carmelized sauce) and fruit smoothies (strawberry pineapple is the new favorite). So overall the food is getting better and its extremely convenient and cheap. Dinners cost around 30 baht, which is under a dollar. For someone who barely ever craves it, I never thought I would eat so much rice in my life. Such a traditional part of a Thai meal but dangerous to my new and growing rice belly.

2. Imagine you are walking down the street or eating at a crowded restaurant. No big deal, right? Now imagine this same situation but you have a couple heads, no nose and maybe some sort of tail. This is the way most Thais look at us, as Americans, as if we have all these things. The stares are commonly received and last for about 15-20 seconds normally. I still can't tell if it's a good or bad look, disgusted or jealous of our pale white skin.. a quality that most Thais desire. EVERYTHING has whitening in it. All lotions, creams, you name it. The Thais believe that light skin is beautiful and that dark skin represents poor/lower class. So I guess I can cross that off my list of things to worry about, thank you Irish heritage!

Okay, let's start off my saying, not all three parts of my expectations of the attitude of Thai people were proven wrong. In a number of circumstances, I have experienced some of the most pleasant, genuine, and selfless interactions with Thai people and have made me re-evaluate the word kindness in America. Thais are some of the happiest people in the world. The simple act of smiling is something I've come to appreciate. With so much lost in translation, Thais make a genuine effort to understand and to help you, or just to ask you questions to practice their own English. Like the time I wandered to get coffee from a stand down the street and ended up with double the cafe yen (iced coffee) and a bag full of fresh fruit from one of the fellow St Gabriels teachers.
Most people are kind and gracious, but the language barrier can be frustrating at times, especially when teaching. Frustrating because the teachers and students don't understand you and visa versa. But with frustration comes amusement; basically just looking at each situation and laughing about it rather than crying, which a lot of times should be the expected reaction. I've learned to laugh more because it makes situations more bearable. For instance, my male Thai co-teacher introduces and explains the vocabulary for each story we read in class to the students. One of the vocab words was "single" in the context of "He could not remember a single letter." He talks about how single means "one" or "only". So far so good, I agree with him. But obviously he doesn't think the kids are understanding, so he tries another approach.. "Me..I am married. I have wife and son. I am couple." In my head, I can see where this is going so I just wait until the following line is spoken...."Now, Ms Emily is single..one person, alone, no husband, no boyfriend.. no couple." And, you know, juts to reiterate the meaning, why not write it on the front board? He does and repeats it out loud. Whether or not the students understood English that day, I'm pretty positive they were now fully aware of my marital status. Francis, that's my co-teacher's name, is also famous for singing random songs while teaching. Some of the lines go "I'm gonna kick you" or "I'm gonna kill you", which I've realized, the musical arrangement really doesn't change the underlying meaning of either phrase. My co-teacher is, in actuality, a very nice man.. just with hints of creepyness. Moments like this show that Thais truely have no idea when they're being offensive.

3. I honestly think I could fill this entire blog with my thoughts and feelings on my expectation of the students,and I think this is mainly because of my background in education. Being an elementary education major, I've experienced classroom management at its finest (both ends of the spectrum). I think alot about my mentor teachers and how they would feel being here and just kind of giggle to myself. Calling out, never prepared, constantly with the wiggles. All of the hard work and confidence I gained during my internship has completely been drained out of me. Not only do I not have control of the students, but neither do the Thai teachers, and they speak the same language. Walking into St. Gabriels the first day, I never expected to witness a swarm of 5000 boys, aging from 5-17. It's a difficult to describe because I want to do it justice and not seem like my current profession is one big exaggeration.

Thai boys are strangely violent and honestly, just plain weird. They wrestle, kick, hit, slap, yell, pinch, bite one another on a normal basis. On average, 3 out of 30, or 10%, of students in class actually know what you're saying. Those students excel, with meticulous handwriting dare I say. The rest are either lost, zoned out, asleep, playing with their pencil box like it's a gun or just blantantly making fun of you for being foreign. One of the biggest culture shocks within the school is definitely the discipline. The ruler is used (often) as a tool of punishment and consequence. I try to look past it, tell myself this is Thailand, not the United States, things are different here. I try not to look at it like abuse because in a way, I guess they think it's working. The ruler whipping and back slapping do scare me, but my mom reminded me that when she was a student in Catholic school, they did take similar actions with misbehaving children. It doesn't change my mind into thinking this form of discipline is appropriate/deserved by any means but it helps me to understand it. The school is militarily influenced and it scares me to think that my teaching brain will become harsher and more violent, especially when at the end of the day, my throat burns from yelling. Witnessing the Thai form of classroom management also gives me a new perspective on the life of a student in Thailand and how pressures are incredibly different than what I recall from western education.

There are moments when I'm thankful for being around these kids because althought it seems like all of them are devil children, some are perfectly innocent and pleasant to be around. The sound of their voices yelling "Teacha Teacha" is both annoying and satisfying. Downtime, such as snacktime, are when you get to truely interact with them. Cute moments, like when the first graders must wai (or bow) to you before receiving their milk and snack.. or watching their eyes light up when they earn a sticker for a correct answer. Learning how to count to ten in Thai from an 8 year old boy ultimately represents that the teacher-student relationship is reversible. My students are 100% my mini-teachers. The cutest, toothless smile on my "teacher's" face when I was able to successfully repeat back the numbers to him made it all worth it.

4. It's hot here. Really hot and humid. Sometimes even when I get out of the shower, I'm not sure if it's water or sweat. I've learned that I'm never fully clean (especially because my shower is located above my toilet, but that's a separate issue). With monsoon season coming in, the nights are a little cooler with the breeze. But, each morning I'm up at 6am and its atleast 90 degrees outside. I have never been so thankful and grateful for a fan and the AC. It's no desert, but it does take alot out of me sometimes, especially while teaching. This sounds old lady of me, but the feeling of coming home after a long day at work, just to bask in a cool room is ridiculously comforting. So the weather isn't at the top of my list, but it's definitely on there, but just to reaffirm, the sun may be bright but my paleness isn't going anywhere.

5. The money issue is a complicated one. I still feel like I'm dealing with monopoly money, like it's not real. But not only that, the whole making money because I have an legitimate job still baffles me. It's strange to think my last job required me to flip burgers, slice potatoes into fries, and sell candy to campers.. and now I'm enlightening and brightening the lives of young asian boys who only understand every seventh word I say. But, back to the money situation, it's difficult to budget because you want to do so much. I've traveled 2 out of the 4 weekends I've been here so far, which adds up but I surprisingly haven't gone more than 300 dollars. Eating is cheap, definitely.. drinking is a bit more expensive but I haven't really focused my effort on that aspect yet. I'm hoping my budgeting is successful over the next few months because traveling is most important to me right now in my life. I'm so grateful I have the opportunity to access such amazing places and can look back to say "Wow, I actually did that.. and it was unreal."

6. The moment we got to Bangkok, nothing was certain. I wake up every morning without a freaking idea as to what the day has in store for me. Routines, schedules and punctuality have been thrown out the window. Our coordinator is basically pulling us on a string and we're trying to hold on to keep up with her. The first day, we met with Ms. Pat (our coordinator) to fill out paperwork and get our schedules. Surprise! The school didn't have one for me. Shocking. Naturally, they offer me someone else's who isn't there yet and we'll just figure it out later. Oh, then it was time to get tested for syphillis. You know, the STD. Confused? Yeah, so were we.
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The school's a bit disorganized and there really isn't a strong communication level. I miss knowing exactly what I need to do.. it was reassuring to know what was expected of me. But again, the guessing game has its perks. Terrible to say, but it's insanely each to play the 'Stupid American' card. Just saying "I didn't know" or "I don't understand", kind of makes things less tense and for the most part, you aren't lying. There's a good chance you are literally clueless.

Time is different here, I've discovered. The weeks fly by but the hours of the day go slowly. As expected, weekends are what make the weeks manageable. Living in the present moment is something I am striving to do, rather than worrying about the past or future. Focusing on what you're doing right now is important and makes you appreciate each situation, whether awkward, embarassing, or just plain fun.

7. I saved my expectation on friends and relationships for last for a reason, mainly because I believe it's had the most impact on my experience thus far. I've been a part of two equally strong and rare friendships over the course of my life. The first: Home (Phoenixville) friends. Constant since elementary school. We have the kind of relationship where we don't really need to talk for months but as soon as we're all together, it's like nothing has changed. They're definitely a form of family and comfort in my life, in that some of them even refer to my mother as "Mom", (or Gerty or Momma Hauze, or Ellen). I also don't doubt that my friendship with them will outlast many other relationships in my lifetime. The second: School (Loyola) friends. These friendships began during a time I was struggling the most. I consider them the people who saved my college experience... literally. I was sitting in the Dean of Students office, ready to transfer, but then I gave it one last shot and spent more time with the girls in my major, and THANK GOD I did. I found people that were actually like me and I felt comfortable with them. These friendships solidified only to go abroad and make even more remarkable friends (see next paragraph), which would later make my Senior year unforgettable. So even though the lifespan of my school friendships is about a fifth of that of my home friendships, they have equally impacted my life and outlook today.

Coming here a month ago, I fully believed that I would meet and become best friends with all of the fellow foreign teachers. We came from all over, different schools, different states, definitely a big group of strangers, for the most part. I want to start off by saying everyone is friendly, easy to get along with, and fun to be around. The group is full of very different personalities (but in an intriguing way). I can honestly say I strongly envy the outgoing quality in many of these people.. someone who is not afraid to let their guard down and is comfortable just being themselves in front of anyone. Unfortunately, that's not the type of person I am. Get a few drinks in me, I'll chat it up with anyone, but as a sober human being, I'm one of the shyest people you will ever meet... and I hate it. The other issue I'm having here is that I'm comparing it to my last abroad experience in Cork, where I made friends pretty easily and they ended up being some of the most amazing friendships, ones that I can't really imagine myself without. Sure, this situation is completely new and extreme compared to Cork. The relationships that I had coming into this experience (prior friendships) have strengthened, but the relationships with new people have been difficult to label. It's one of those things that's in limbo.. the transition from acquaintence/co-worker.. to friend. And, I believe, with time, it's totally possible.
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There they are. My 7 Thai clouds of expectation. I'm hoping this blog will reflect me more as the iceberg I am (sarcastic on the surface, serious underneath). This particular post was yeahhhhh, a tad more sentimental than I expected, but I'm looking for that silver lining!