martes, 14 de febrero de 2017

BUAP to the Top

One of two buildings on the BUAP-Atlixco campus
Today was supposed to be the day. The day that I introduced my Lengua Extranjera II class to my forever valentine, Troy Bolton.


We had decided to pull a typical lazy teacher move and show a romantic comedy in my class at noon because we knew the majority of students would be at a scholarship meeting. After some painstaking internet research into the questionable content of classics such as 10 Things I Hate About You and 50 First Dates (#tbt to Plugged In and Clean Films, @mom) -- I realized that the charming innocence of High School Musical would be the perfect Valentine's flick. Duh.

Since HSM isn't on Mexican Netflix, I dished out five bucks for an Amazon rental with subtitles and fell asleep imagining my students and me dancing to "Work This Out" while learning about verb tenses.

But alas, the dozen or so students who weren't attending the aforementioned meeting decided to peace out and go buy balloons and teddy bears for their girlfriends, or something. Because that's a thing they do sometimes. If enough of them don't want to have class, they just leave and then the janitors lock the classroom and us teachers have no choice but to accept their defiance. 

Five months in and I'm still struggling with this, digamos, "laidback" culture at my university. My first mistake was expecting something resembling my own prim and proper college experience, rather than something more like this:


No, it's not that bad. But it's no Type-A paradise either. I would never want to complain about my school placement. I could not have survived my move to Mexico if it weren't for the supportive community and hands-on assistance of colleagues and students. I'm also aware that it's not my place, as a temporary staff member, to enter in and critique differences in school infrastructure that I perceive as inefficient or problematic.

So there's a 15-minute grace period for tardiness? Breathe in, breathe out, Malissa. Better late than never. Wifi, electricity, and running water are inconsistent? Alright, well flexibility is the name of the game; I'll manually flush the toilet with a bucket of water, no problem! Despite prompts to work quickly, students spend the whole class period completing a simple warm-up activity? That's fine, learning is not meant to be rushed! Just call me Charlotte Mason!

(In other words, there's a reason I've taken up yoga...)

As a small campus of the larger Benemérita Universidad Autonóma de Puebla, our 300 students have two options for their major: Accounting or Tourism Administration. There's an undeniable rivalry between the academic tracks, and I happen to be one of the only teachers who crosses over between them (you know me, always #buildingbridges). Last semester the schedules overlapped in such a way that I had to pick and choose which classes to attend for each group, but this semester I do four hours weekly with all five sections of English and teach a total of about 100 students (meaning that most days I'm actively teaching from 8am to 3pm, if you include the obligatory tutoring sessions and classes for teachers that I hold after school-- woohoo!). On days where I follow a normal schedule I end up downright exhausted, but more often than not I'll have a class or asesoría cancelled due to a teacher's unexpected absence or a field trip no one told me about. Cue a mix of annoyance and relief. 

Although some of the school's norms are outright frustrating, others just take some getting used to. For instance, each generation of students takes the exact same course load, so they have back-to-back classes in the same room and the professor for each subject comes to them (think US elementary/middle school structure). Then they're done by 2 or 3pm so they can get to their afternoon jobs. Any classwork must be corrected and signed by the teacher before class is officially over (so essentially the first and last 15 minutes of class are taken up by tardiness and revisions, leaving only about 20 minutes for actual content-- oops, I forgot I'm in the "not outright frustrating" section). 

My students are truly wonderful, hilarious, clever, and friendly. Their interest in English is... less inspiring than their vibrant personalities. I haven't had the opportunity to sit in on a non-English class, but I'm guessing that their Accounting professor assigning a single paragraph for homework would not elicit whines of "teeeeacher, a whole paragraph?!" Keep in mind these students are around my age, if not older. 

It's most certainly NOT that they're not smart and capable. It's just that, apart from a handful of students who do really care about learning English, they're simply not invested. Which makes my job interesting, stimulating, and challenging.

They're always on their phones, so I built Duolingo into the curriculum.
They love social media and memes, so I integrate internet humor as much as I can.
They're into American music, so we watch videos and analyze lyrics.
But they also openly hate coming to class, and there's not much I can do to indulge that preference.

Nevertheless, she persisted.

Aren't they adorable? Note that this picture was taken last semester as evidence of the 30% of students who came to class one day when the rest of their compañeros decided against it.

lunes, 6 de febrero de 2017

in with the new

This semester I naively er, ambitiously decided it would be fun to incorporate idioms into my lessons at the university. Given my students' difficulty deciphering literal meanings in English this undertaking has proven a bit trickier than anticipated...

Me: Ok guys, "cool" can describe colder temperatures or someone who has a lot of friends, but a pepino is neither of those things, in this case it's more like tranquilo or relaxed under pressure. Like, "chill" ya know? No, you wouldn't know that term either... I mean produce obviously doesn't have emotions, but it's just a figure of speech. Repeat, "cool as a cucumber."

Them:

But some phrases are certainly easier to explain, especially with a little help from Sharpay. Last month I did a presentation on idioms about new beginnings, many of which I can personally apply to my first weeks of 2017. While I'm not sure I've really thrown out much of "the old" (I'm still living by the motto "tortillas are life"), I've certainly experienced a whole lotta lo nuevo since coming back from Christmas break.

New hobbies

When else in my life will I have the time and energy to pick up new skills? Plus there's nothing like practicing your second language in a range of contexts! At least this is what I tell myself as I grit my teeth and repeatedly enter an introvert's nightmare (o sea, classes full of strangers where I subject myself to embarrassment in the name of accomplishing my New Year's resolutions).

Salsa

Eight salsa classes in three weeks should have made me a pro by now, right? Apparently not. I am so glad that I found somewhere with such kind instructors who gear their dance lessons towards principiantes like me (proud to say I'm not the worst in the class), but I'm wondering when our mechanical steps practiced in lines will transform into actual dancing?

Unfortunately I missed three consecutive classes while at the Fulbright midyear conference, and it seems as though some essentials of hip and arm movement were taught in my absence. In other words, I'm at a loss for how to look más natural while executing choreography, a frequent correction the instructor gives me (though I don't think he understands that literally no part of los ritmos latinos come naturally to this gringa)

It should boost my confidence that I'm in quite high demand when it comes to partner routines, but that could have something to do with the uneven ratio of class participants (read: approximately 3 girls and 10 guys). It's definitely not related to my suave moves since every time the teacher asks me to help him demonstrate a step I crash and burn under the pressure... 

Sadly I don't have any pictures to illustrate my time at Emporio Dance Studio, but these videos might help.

Expectation:

Reality:



Photography

As promised in previous posts, I'm committed to mastering the fancy camera I've had since high school graduation. I enrolled in a Basic Digital Photography course at the BUAP's Complejo Cultural but had to miss the first week, so when I arrived at the second class (30 minutes late by no fault of my own) I could already sense the deficit in my knowledge. After a humiliating first five minutes-- in which I could neither name the type of camera I own nor form a coherent thought in Spanish to explain what I already knew, etc.-- we spent two hours practicing with movimiento congelado with the campus fountains. The professor seemed impressed that I was smart enough to even snap a photo, so I'm hoping that I come across as less of a loser as time goes on.







Amateur photographers in action

New places

My Mexican state count is up to 9 out of 31, which is not too shabby for living here just five months, if I do say so myself. I'm continually amazed by how diverse this country is in so many senses (landscapes, indigenous cultures, gastronomy, history, local customs) and I'm determined to keep upping this percentage. 

La Paz

Fulbright must've been feeling generous because they flew all of the ETAs out to beautiful Baja California Sur for the midyear reunion. Most of us wouldn't have had the opportunity to visit this peninsula, and it didn't hurt that COMEXUS covered most of the costs. Apart from a horrific bout of food poisoning on my first full day in La Paz, the week was wonderful-- full of fascinating lectures, boat & beach excursions, and politically-charged discussions (T***p made his announcements about moving forward with the wall, taxing Mexican goods, etc. that same week). I was reminded how lucky I am to be a part of this group of [com]passionate young teachers and of our mission which is increasingly important in what's a very rocky time for US-Mexico relations. 

"Rocky," get it?! 







Baby sea lion!



View from the hotel terrace
Is it Nessie? No, just two migrating gray whales!

The Puebla crew


Querétaro 

Several of us Puebla-region ETAs took advantage of the long weekend by visiting the stunning city of Querétaro. Little did we know that the whole reason for the puente was the signing of the constitution, which took place there. It was a little dicy leaving the city on the same day President Peña Nieto was due to arrive, but our short stay was just enough time to appreciate the historic center, savor some gorditas and tamales, and explore several museums. 

















INDIAN FOOD! POLLO TIKKA MASALA!!





Pondering the orange peels, as one does 
Museo del calendario

Speaking of calendarios, mine's filling up with exciting plans for the next few months. Stay tuned!