Thursday, November 29, 2012

Home Makeover: Salone Edition (Wash Room)


Post by Lara (photos by Kevin)


When we moved to our site, we were happy about the fact that the toilet room is detached from the main house—that means that backed-up systems or things that are “mellowing” in the pot don’t make your bedroom smell bad. We were a little less excited about the fact that the washroom was also detached from the house (the toilet room, washroom, and two spare rooms are in a separate building with doors all opening to the outside).  It didn’t take long to get used to carrying our warm water 45 feet in order to take a bucket shower.  We did not, however, get used to the washroom walls.  They had not been painted in some time and were quite dirty.  We didn’t exactly feel squeaky clean coming out-- so we decided that since we had about a month at site before school started, the washroom would be our first home makeover project.  We went into town and bought some oil paint, and decided that the room was in such a state that we needed to scrape it down before we could start painting over it. That’s when we learned that the top coat of paint was not in fact oil paint but latex (here it’s called “water” paint) on top of a coat of oil paint. It came off relatively easily, but it still took us several days to remove the paint from all 4 walls. Here’s Kevin in action (check out that stellar farmer’s tan!):
Once we got the walls cleaned off, we decided that it would be best to stick with the previous color scheme: white walls except for the bottom foot or two of the wall, which were black. To spice things up, though, we thought we would add some sort of design over the white.  We also commissioned a shelf that we could put our shampoo and soap on so we wouldn’t have to carry them out every night.  Here is the room with freshly painted walls and the shelf, but before we painted our fun little design on top. Kevin is so excited, guys!

Now for the fancy part! Before you scroll down to see the fun design on the walls, take note that so far, not a single Sierra Leonean who has looked at this knew what it was supposed to be. I guess they don’t watch as many cartoons here.  Once we finished our fun design, all that was left was to sign our artwork and hang our new curtain and an LED lantern to light the room.  Voila!

Lara signing our work
Finished wash room

Mauve Chickens


These are our neighbors' new chicks, freshly dyed purple (in Krio, mauve) because, and I quote [and translate], "The hawks won't eat them if they're purple.  They are afraid of the color."

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Bananas [B-A-N-A-N-A-S]





Post by Lara

20 November 2012

As requested by our dear friend Diane, this post will try to explain the different types of bananas that grow here and what they are like.  If you include plantains, there are at least 4 varieties of bananas available in Sierra Leone, and we were lucky enough to be assigned a site where all of those varieties grow.  This means that not only can we buy a hodgepodge of different bananas in the market, but also many friends of ours enjoy sending us bananas (note: Giving something as a gift is referred to as “sending” for the person you are giving it to. It is incredibly common here for someone to ask you to send for them if you’re going to be traveling somewhere. For us, this is often awkward and annoying, but we’re getting used to it). 

For those of you who aren’t familiar with them, plantains are big starchy bananas that are denser and less sweet than their smaller counterparts. Apparently you can eat them raw, but we prefer them cooked. We enjoy eating them fried in oil for breakfast (especially with honey mustard or cinnamon sugar on top), cooked in curry sauce and served over rice, or as an ingredient in Yebe, or porridge (see earlier post).  Plantains are eaten both green and ripe, and there is a marked difference in texture and taste.  The green plantains are a lot more potato-like, and we tend to use them as a substitute for potatoes in certain recipes. The ripe plantains are sweeter and mushier, and so make a good base for curry sauce or porridge.  A bunch of 4 or 5 plantains is usually sold for Le 2000, or about $.45. 
Students at CSS planting banana trees

Among the sweet bananas that we’ve had here, there are common bananas and a tarter, denser fruit called ndolajele in Mende [plural: ndolajelesia].  In our town, a bunch of sweet bananas sells for Le 500, or about 11 cents.  In Bo or Freetown the price goes up. We used to pay Le 1000 for a bunch in Bo, so when we came to site and found out they were half the price, we were ecstatic.  We tend to buy bananas every few days. They don’t keep incredibly long, but if they over-ripen then we mash them up and throw them into whatever we’re cooking as a sweetener, or make dessert with them.

The common bananas are usually smaller than the ones available in American grocery stores- about 5 inches long and only about an inch in diameter, but they have so much more banana taste than anything I’ve had outside of Sierra Leone, I sometimes wonder if I’m going to ever eat a grocery store banana again (probably yes, but it won’t be the same now that I know what I’m missing).  You can buy common bananas green as well, and they are a lot like green plantains—somewhat potato-like in texture and flavor. 

Ndolajele comes in two forms: young and mature. The young fruits are bright yellow with very thin skins and very white fruit. They are shorter and fatter than common bananas, and they have a distinct tart/sweet taste. They are incredibly delicious, and we buy them whenever we see them.  Also, our friends know that we are all about these guys, so they get “sent” to us frequently—as I type, there is a bag of about 20 ndolajelesia in our parlor waiting to be devoured. Mature ndolajelesia are longer and fatter (up to 2” in diameter) and the fruits are softer, but they still have the distinctive tart taste that makes these bananas so desirable.  If you let them over-ripen, mature ndolajelesia are perfect for banana bread or other baking endeavors, because they get soft and somewhat creamy. 

Below are examples of the various bananas we have seen here— left to right: young ndolajele, mature ndolajele, common bananas (green), common bananas (ripe), plantains (ripe):

Monday, November 26, 2012

Salone Skul Dem [Salone Schools] – Part 3: Lecturing



Post By Lara

26 November 2012

For the third installment of Salone Skul Dem, I’ll describe what lecturing inside the classroom is like.  Schools in Salone operate on a trimester system (they are called terms here), and we are getting toward the end of Term 1.  This term, I am teaching Senior Secondary II, (or SSII) which is roughly equivalent to sophomore year of American high school, though my students vary in age from maybe 17 to about 20, possibly even older.  I am teaching General Maths and Further Maths (Further Maths being the advanced math class—but difficult to teach because you teach it alongside the general class, so I have to carefully choose what I’m teaching to be sure they have the foundation for it).

As far as I know, I am the first American teacher any of my students has had, because the volunteer I replaced did not teach this particular class last year.  This is important to note because although classes are presumably taught in English here, very few students have ever had a native English speaker for a teacher, which means I need to speak very slowly and enunciate very clearly, and sometimes they still don’t understand what I’m saying to them.  If we are ever able to post a video, I’ll try to post one of us talking in our “classroom” voices. It’s pretty funny to hear if you speak American English.

Because of the language barrier, we try to write everything we say on the board, so the students can read it while they hear it.  This means class moves forward at a snail’s pace some days, as we need to write down basically our whole lecture and give the students time to copy it into their notebooks.  And since what we write on the board functions as the text book for most students, we have to be very thorough with what we write. We also don’t usually have access to a printer or photocopier (or rather, we have access but it’s very expensive and there doesn’t seem to be a fund aren’t always funds for printing at our schools), so we write all of our students’ assignments and tests on the board as well.


You may recall that students in SS are divided into “streams,” or focuses, and I teach math to the science and commerce streams.  My Commerce class has about 77 students in a classroom that I would estimate is 40 feet by 60 feet, and my Science class has about 35 students in a classroom about half the size. At my school, students are lucky enough to have individual desks rather than benches that they have to sit 3 students across, but the classroom is still packed.  The students in the back of the room frequently stand up to see what I’ve written lower on the board, and they usually finish copying the notes last.  One of the most difficult things about teaching here is finding a way to keep the quicker students engaged and learning while the students who write more slowly copy notes.  I tend to give class work and walk around the room to offer help to those who move faster.  Still, my better students often find themselves waiting for the rest of the class to catch up to them.

Classroom management for classes this big can be tiresome, to say the least.  Those of you who know me know that I don’t really like to yell, and when I’m really angry I tend to get quiet rather than getting loud.  This actually has worked out fairly well so far with my 77-student class, where I tend to control the class by telling them I’m waiting for them to be quiet before I move on. The minority of students who were paying attention the whole time will then jump in and tell the rest of their class to be quiet.  Every classroom has at least one “classroom monitor,” a student that they elected who is in charge of assisting the teacher in controlling the class. Some monitors do a great job—others don’t help so much. 

Without going into too much detail, I’ll just inform you that corporal punishment is practiced daily in Salone, though Kevin and I don’t partake. Because we don’t physically punish our students, the most effective “weapon” we have in our arsenals is the ability to walk out of a classroom that is disrespecting us. Kevin has done this at least twice. I haven’t had to yet, but I’m sure that day will come.  Even though they can be difficult to manage, students here in Salone really have a strong desire to be taught, and they tend to whip themselves into shape very quickly when we remind them that we have the power to leave before their class time is up. [Side note: there is no rule here about classes needing to be supervised by an adult—for one, most of my students are already adults, but secondly, children tend to spend a lot more time unsupervised here than they do in the U.S. This means, among other things, that if a teacher is sick or out of town, the students are still expected to be in class during that time, with no teacher.]
Classrooms are big and all the good information goes up on the board. It can be difficult to keep up at times.

We’ve learned a few things about how Sierra Leonean students act inside a classroom that have helped us adapt our own teaching methods to be more effective. For instance, any time you ask, “Do you understand?” the response is “Yes,” no matter what.  Sometimes I ask this question to see if my students are awake, but I’ve long-since given up on trusting that answer to mean that they are comfortable with what I just taught them.  After hearing about it from another volunteer, Kevin adopted a system of hand gestures that he taught his students in order to gauge their understanding and help him adapt his own speaking. He has gestures for “I understand,” “I don’t understand,” “slow down,” and “talk louder”.   The other method we use is to try and explain everything at least 3 times using different words, because we have a better chance of getting the point across that way.  For instance, when teaching equivalent fractions, I tend to say things like, “3/6 is equivalent to 4/8. They are equal. They are the same.” 

Another challenge in teaching here is that each classroom holds one stream of one class and that is where those students attend class all day, with a few exceptions.  This means they are expected to occupy the same room with as many as 76 of their closest friends from 8:15am to 2:00pm, with 25 minutes for lunch, every school day.  I don’t know about you, but I feel terrible for students having to spend all of their time in the same room.  Several of my classes are double periods, so they are 80 minutes long. I have done my best to offer my students a chance to stretch or move around during that time, but I know it’s still difficult for them. 
Spending 6 hours in a classroom with small windows and no air-conditioning can have a toll on students' ability to remain engaged

When it comes to learning, many of our students are used to being taught in a very passive manner. I have frequently walked into a classroom at the start of one of my classes to see the board literally covered with material that the students are diligently copying down.  They are expected to memorize what they’ve written and be able to regurgitate it for the test, but they seldom have a chance to look at a concept in more than one way, to do an experiment, or to practice something in class before test time.  Because I’m teaching math, I have students come to the board every day and try out problems, but I have had my own difficulties explaining certain concepts—like making a drawing of a cube on the board and trying to show my students that the 3x3x3 cube has 27 unit cubes in it.  I ended up bringing in Kevin’s Rubik’s cube to show them, because they could not see how the 2-D picture I drew translated to a 3-D object.  Knowing how tough it has been for me, I can see how teaching a subject like biology or geography can be much harder to teach in an interactive manner with only a black board as a resource.  One thing Kevin and I have talked about doing while we are here is painting educational murals inside the classrooms, such as the periodic table, the world map, the unit circle, etc. With educational materials painted on the walls, teachers may have more resources to turn to when teaching a lesson and may be able to offer more interaction inside the classroom.

In later posts, I’ll discuss some of the policies of the school, the annual calendar, and some experiences we’ve had so far.  If you have any specific questions or topics you’re interested in, feel free to leave a comment and let us know what you want to hear. 

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Giving Thanks

 
Post by Lara

24 November 2012

This year was the first year that both of us spent Thanksgiving without making a trip to see any of our family, and we have to admit, we were a little sad about it.  We both feel very close to our families, and we look forward to holiday gatherings to be able to play with the newest babies and catch up with aunts and uncles and cousins, as well as spending quality time with our immediate families.  Happily, we were able to talk to Lara’s family on the phone on Thanksgiving and Skype with Kevin’s family the day after, so we can’t complain too much.


In true Lara and Kevin form, we still wanted to celebrate Thanksgiving in a somewhat traditional way, with gobs of food. Lucky for us, pumpkin and sweet potatoes are easy to come by, as well as chicken (no turkey in Salone—though rumor has it the Guinea hen is somewhat similar).  Potatoes come and go, but the week of Thanksgiving they were not around, so we relied on a package of instant mashed potatoes that Lara’s family sent us. We also had stockpiled 3 packages of Stovetop stuffing, of which we decided to use 2.  The week before we planned to celebrate, a friend from the market gave us a chicken. The kind with feathers that walks around and pecks at the ground.  A male.  We weren’t really planning to get into keeping chickens to kill and eat ourselves, but when Thanksgiving dinner falls into your lap you take it, so we kept the unlucky guy alive until the day of.  We were wise enough not to give him a “real” name—we just called him dinner.  Below is a photo of our hen, Dot (the orange one), and dinner.  

Because school had closed for the upcoming presidential election, our friend Mike who teaches about 30 miles away came to visit for a week, and we planned our Thanksgiving dinner for the eve of the election, figuring we wouldn’t want to be out in town that day anyway.  Mike hails from Akron, Ohio—not so far from our own home.  We began cooking around 3, and didn’t put out the coal fire until after 10pm. Because we saved up a number of things that had been sent from the states and Mike was able to bring some luxury commodities from Bo, we were able to put together a pretty delicious menu. Here is a list followed by a photo:
  • Lemongrass chicken
  • Garlic mashed potatoes with gravy
  • Stovetop stuffing with raisins and onions
  • Sweet potato casserole with marshmallows on top
  • Papaya-cranberry sauce (papaya cooked with cranberry juice- tasted a bit like gummy bears)
  • Red wine
  • Pumpkin pie
We didn’t have a corkscrew, so we employed a technique we picked up in college for opening our bottle of wine.  Don’t worry- no one was harmed in the opening or consumption of the wine.  After about 6 hours of cooking, we sat down to a pretty-darn-close-to-perfect Thanksgiving dinner, and for a while we forgot we weren’t in Ohio. 


Among the things we are thankful for this year:
  • Modern technology that allows us to keep in touch with family and friends thousands of miles away
  • A Peace Corps family that supports us in every way, and makes us proud to volunteer in Sierra Leone
  • A whole new set of friends and family that we would never have met had we not decided to get on a plane 6 months ago and spend 2 years working in a country we knew almost nothing about
  • Each other—without whom this adventure would not be so easy. We both have the benefit of being able to share our Peace Corps experience with our best friend, which makes it all the more worthwhile.