Well hey there amigo, I humbly want to say thanks for stoppin by and takin interest in what this girl is doing! While you read, Keep in mind that the ideas and thoughts expressed in this thing are mine and do not necessarily represent the views and opinions of Peace Corps or the United States government...blah blah blah...go read!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Conversation

Forget trying to learn great pick up lines! If you are a really awkward conversation starter, just move to Mozambique. You'll fit right in! My roomie and I often marvel at the weird ways people get communication going. One method is the one word starter. They just pick a word- any random word-and say it to you and then hand off the conversation baton to you, staring expectingly as if they did their job adequately. My favorites are:
"frio" (cold)
"calor" (hot)
"sol" (sun)
"poeira" (dust) Come on? Are you kidding? That's all you're going to give me to go off of? Dust?

But that's not all! The one word conversation starter can also be used after a huge lull (up to 5 hours in my experience) in conversation to get things fired back up. So lets say you're chatting it up with someone on the chapa, talking about Barak Obama and then the convo stops flowing and even ceases for 5 hours when you're bumping down the road. That person could easily employ the one word convo starter to continue the already-used conversation. Exept this time he doesn't choose a random word. Instead, he selects any word from your previous conversation. For example "Obamaaaaaaa" or "Americaaaaaa" (you evidently must let the word drag) would be used to replay the already-been-used convo.

And my all-time favorite, although less frequently used method, to start a conversation is simply "estamos aqui hoje" (we are here today) cue expectant pause
Really? We are here? Today?

The strangest encounter I have had yet was with one young women who showed up at our door and simply said "they sent me." I was really annoyed besides being a little creeped out, but I didn't let her get the best of me. I waited her out. We stared eachother down in silence until she offered me more to go off of. Then she did the unthinkable. She just repeated herself. It's gonna be like that huh? Alright, lets make this into a game. More silence for you! She repeated herself once more and I wondered if I would be wasting my whole day riding the "they sent me" silence "they sent me" silence train. Fortunately, she eventually caved and explained who sent her and why. Score for that day: Branca: 2, Moz: zip

Monday, March 22, 2010

Back to the Chashew Factory!!!

Mozambique won the battle today. I'm not defeated, but I am pretty demoralized.
As a approached an angry crowd of 8th graders outside the school this afternoon, I knew it wasn't going to be good. I heard the words voltar (return) and fazenda (ranch, the nickname for the area outside the old cashew factory in the bush, where I gave classes last year) and immediately ran into the school to find someone who knew what was going on. It's true. I have to move with my 8th graders back out to the fazenda. There are too many kiddos per classroom in the new school, so they are dividing the students into various smaller groups and kicking the lil guys out.
RIP electricity RIP door RIP windows RIP bathrooms RIP not broken chalkboards RIP 5minute walk RIP ocean view RIP not showing up drenched in sweat RIP breeze from 2nd floor

Ok, done complaining. Lets talk about the good in this. I will be walking more. More exercise. Exercise is good. Ooooo, AND I didn't really like the stupidity of thinking we have a good school just because the building is prettier. And this might create a bond of suffering with me and my 8th graders. Bonding is good. And at least they aren't asking me to teach English. Yep, that's it.

Alright that's all for today. Hopefully I get to wake up in a few minutes.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Robert Hooke

That's right folks...the one and only Robert Hooke came all the way to Angoche to teach my kids about cells. After all, he is famous for discovering the cell in 1665. I am going to miss how easy it is to get students excited about whatever. Dumb hat+paper moustache+maskingtape glasses=guaranteed authentically enthusiastic participation by 100 8th graders.
It's weird to think that in England 1665, 'ol Bobby had enough equipment to see cells, but I still can't show my students cells in 2010 because I have yet to find the schools microscopes and when I do find them...not sure they're going to be functioning properly. Oh Mozambique.