And the Mountains Wept

Thirty minutes outside of Suli is an area called Arbat. Turn off the main road on to the gravel and dirt and slowly the tents begin to emerge. Straight rows of six that seem to reach the mountains, the UNHCR logo brightly emblazoned on the side. The summer wind whips up the dust, sometimes camouflaging them until they become one with the mountains. 

Syria is at war with itself. It's been going on for over two years and people have been fleeing to escape the destruction. An estimated one million seven hundred fifty thousand people are now refugees. I write out the figure because numbers are too easy to glance over, to add to the other statistics and factoids in our heads. These one million seven hundred fifty thousand people are spread over Egypt, Lebanon, Jordan, Iraq, Turkey, and Algeria. Many of those countries themselves are dealing with their own turmoil. 

They are Christian and Muslim. They are mothers, sons, wives, fathers. They are high school teachers and oil drillers. They are children with dreams of their own. 

The four thousand refugees that arrived to the Arbat camp are no different. They are here because the other camps are full, because they fear that maybe their children would be the next ones to succumb to a chemical attack, because they have nowhere else to go. 

As I listened to each family list their possessions (4 mattress pads, 2 rugs, 1 water kettle, 1 AC unit, 2 coolers, 3 plastic tubs), I realized these were all items provided to them by a humanitarian organization. They fled with nothing but the clothes they were wearing.

The UNHCR representatives said that this camp is a temporary one. That these people will soon be placed. I pray that is true. That schools and jobs can be found. That no child has to call that place home for more than a few months. 

Winter is on its way, and this far North the temperatures plummet. Snow caps the mountains that hover over the camp. I wonder if many will wish they had remained in Syria rather than be at the mercy of an unknown future. 

I have no poetic quote to tie up this story in a neat package; something we can tuck away and evaluate later when it's more comfortable or convenient.  

If you want to help, I encourage you to find a reputable organization you trust and make a donation. Pray. Keep loving people; all people of all colors and creeds. This hate and power-hoarding thing hasn't been working for eons. Maybe we could try hope, faith, and love for a change.  

 

All Good Things Come to an End...for a month

The classroom is nearly silent. Just the scratch of pencils, the brushing of fingers on paper to clear away those bits of stubborn eraser. A slight breeze wafts in from the courtyard window mixing the smell of paper and rose oud perfume. A little after the wall clock ticks to noon, the call to prayer sounds. I hope it is a comforting sound to the students so focused on their final exam in front of them.

We have reached the end of the summer term, and my little muffins will be officially done after my exam, and their vacation can begin.  I wonder if they mind me calling them muffins. I mean, who doesn’t enjoy muffins?!

I think back on my first year at AUIS, and I believe this summer has been the most fulfilling. I am comfortable enough here to know how things operate, no longer being the new one on crew; I have another solid year of teaching at the university level under my belt; and the summer offers a chance to really apply yourself as a teacher due to the fewer number of students enrolled.

Smaller class sizes do make a difference. There isn’t a chance for someone not to participate because with 8-12 students a class, there is time for everyone to contribute and ask questions.  I can get quizzes and homework graded and returned the next day, which always means happier students. And happier students make for a happier classroom environment.

I will be going back to level 2 grammar in the fall and won’t have the privilege of working with these young adult muffins in the future.  I hope they have a relaxing break, but also make time to read something in English so they won’t be behind in the fall.  For those who are travelling south, I pray they and their families remain safe and away from the violence.

I very much look forward to starting my second year at AUIS and meeting another great group of students….maybe I’ll call them 'schmuffins'.

To love what you do and feel that it matters- how could anything be more fun?

-Katherine Graham

A Perpetual Rage

It seems a marriage of terror and hatred; an unending reign of violence.

Every day, on the same side of the webpage right towards the bottom is a link to some article on Iraq.  The stories are usually no more than a few lines, often just a short paragraph telling the place, the time, and the number of casualties.  A café in Kirkuk decimated.  A checkpoint in Mosul blown apart. A neighborhood in Baghdad ravaged.  I look up from my computer and peer at my students filtering into class.  They are from Kirkuk, Mosul, Baghdad.  Did they know any of these people?  Is it a constant worry that one day it might be their family?  At times I cannot comprehend growing up as they did.  Maybe many of my other students who are from the Kurdish region of Iraq can’t either.  Saddam’s regime is something they hear about from their parents, their uncles who fought against them.  That choking feeling of wondering if this trip to the supermarket will end in disaster is not something they (or myself) have had to comprehend.

I thought I must be mistaken. Surely this amount of violence couldn’t be occurring everyday in the same areas. If it were, wouldn’t there be more media, more shock, more people buying albums on iTunes to donate money to the cause?  So I kept a piece of paper by my desk, and every day that I noticed an incident, I recorded it.  I have since filled up my days for this week.

It is because I currently live in this country that I am so aware of this now, I know.  But I can’t help think about how a place with such a death toll can be so easily ignored.  Is it that people have come to expect this from this region? When the news anchor mentions that 20 people were killed in a restaurant bombing, is it easy to tune it out because, well, it’s Iraq; that happens all the time…

These people are no longer statistics to me.  Every holiday break as my students depart, I pray they return safely.

The north of the country is not without its own issues. It is by no means a paradise for those outside of the expatriate community or those lucky enough to come from affluent families.  An article a friend told me about today highlights the struggle of women in many villages around this area. These are the stories that almost never make it in the news; often overshadowed by louder headlines from the south.

In spite of it all, I look at the faces of my students each day, and I see a brighter future.  I have Kurds and Arabs sitting in the same room, working together towards a common goal; an education.  I know they think I’m nuts when I tell them I can’t wait to say I’ve known them when they go on to do great things, but I am serious.  They will be the generation that moves this country forward.  I can only hope that with their education comes the ability to throw off the anger and fear of generations past, to ignore stereotypes, to focus not on what has been done to them, but what they can now do together.

Others with more experience in the region, or masters degrees in political science may scoff; call me naïve or fanciful.  I refuse to be swayed.  Those ‘others’ have not looked into my students’ eyes.  They have not seen what I have seen hidden in their depths.  Have not witnessed what they are capable of when given the chance to shine, and told that, ‘yes, you too are valuable.’

“We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.”

-J.K. Rowling

You Kick Like a Girl!

It’s five pm and I’m hustling to the soccer field after proctoring exams all afternoon.  I don’t actually play football, but some of the female teachers and staff were gathering to play a match against the AUIS Eagles, our women’s football team.

I play goalie.  I’m really bad at it.  But it’s lots of fun and I haven’t gotten hit in the face once!

Here’s the deal. I’m playing with a group of women, both Kurdish and Iraqi, in the Middle East.

 Women in sports has been a long contested issue in this region; it was just last year that Saudi Arabia allowed women to compete in the Olympics.  Many countries openly and actively discourage girls and women from participating in sports.  It is often of mixture of religion, politics, and cultural norms that are used to keep women out of sports.

They are told it is unacceptable, that it will make them unfit for marriage, that soccer or any sport is not for women.  In many places, like Saudi and Iran, women are not even allowed to attend matches.  I recall reading a story a few years ago about women in Iran who dressed as men and sneaked into stadiums just to watch the games.

And here we are.  

Their coach Ms. Leah is a fantastic person and a driven role model.  Coaching a team that rarely gets to play ‘real’ matches solely because of a lack of other female teams.  So they play games against the female faculty and staff, and we do our best to keep up!

They are truly a wonderful group of young women; pioneers on the field. And I look forward to risking my shins and nose in future matches.

Please know that I am aware of the hazards. I want to do it because I want to do it. Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail, their failure must be a challenge to others.

-Amelia Earhart

Sometimes the Best Thing a Teacher Can Do is Shut Up

Sounds ridiculous, but if you've ever been in a language classroom, you know that students don’t learn by hearing their teacher talk about the language. If that were true, then my Spanish and Arabic would be way better!

My students today tackled a huge and intimidating chart on article usage.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Ms. Betty Azar and her books that are chock full of grammar nuggets of knowledge.  It is one of the many tools I use in my classroom; but this chart is just ridiculous.  It makes my head hurt and I already know how to use a, an, and the appropriately. Listening to me talk about the articles would not turn on some magical switch in their brain.

So, taking an idea from the teacher I aspire to be like, Ms. Barbara, I had the students break up into groups of four and create a poster and presentation based on the chart.

I have never heard such debates and discussions about articles in my life!

“No Akam!! Would you say ‘look at the some grass?!’ No…see my point?!”

“Ms. Rachel, can draw a chart and add the different nouns to show how we use them?”

“can we use the board to write examples?”

It’s like Beethoven is composing a symphony for my ears! And what have I done? I've just facilitated.  I gave them the poster paper, a rubric, and some printed directions, and then I shut my mouth.

We have reached that point in the semester.  We only have 12 class days left and now is the time that my charges need to show me that they can handle  level three. They have acquired the speaking and reading skills to successfully complete this small class project, and when it works, oh boy does it work.

Very rarely do I have a student come in and say “Oh yeah! Grammar is my favorite!!” No one says that really.  So having activities that engage them so close to the end of the semester, when the weather is so nice that no one wants to stay inside, and when anything sounds better than 75 minutes of grammar, is a precious commodity around here.

 A day later, with presentations done, I'd say it was a success.  A perfect combination of time management and willingness to learn outside of the box they've been used to all their life, resulted in something of worth. And they said they learned something...the quiz is on Sunday; we'll see if they were telling the truth!

“The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.”  -Khalil Gibran

When living abroad isn't as cool as Facebook makes it appear

     It's Easter Sunday and I'm at work.

 

      Don't get me wrong, if AUIS had decided to give everyone today off, I'd still be feeling kind of blue.

     It's one of those days when you want tradition to prevail, and I want to be surrounded by family, to celebrate like I've always done. I feel badly that I feel this way. Christ has risen! I know that fact as well here as I would in Virginia. However, the picture isn't computing. I did not wake up to go to church, to my dad presenting me with the most adorable/practical Easter basket (Who doesn't need travel-sized lotion and 5,000 yards of floss at my age?!), no late lunch with family out of town. I am prepping to give a quiz to my dear grammarians in level 2 and trying not to cry from homesickness.

     On any normal day I can go about my business knowing that's exactly what my friends and family back home are doing. Holidays are tough. It's on these days when you realize what you are sacrificing for a cool job that allows you to jet set to Europe and Africa on your semester breaks.  No amount of vacation or cool baubles from exotic locales can every replace that feeling I have when I am home.

 

     It is a growing opportunity, I am sure of it.  Teaching me to rely less on myself and others, and more on God; becoming aware of how little those things I often place first in my life really are, and how important those little things become when you are far from home.

 

    

When life won't play along, and right keeps going wrong, and I can't seem to find my way...I'll keep dancing anyway (Move, Mercyme)

Capital City

Just outside those two gently rocking rivers, the witnesses to the birth of civilization, sits a city of many names.  It is the capital city of Kurdistan, Hawler; Erbil in Arabic and English.  Many claim it to be the oldest, continually inhabited city in the world.  It's citadel proudly set atop a tel speaks to the many generations who have called this place home.

I'd like to tell you of the many great sites of culture and society I pondered on my first trip to Erbil, but if I did I would be lying, and lying is not cool!  

I went from one mall to a bigger mall, and then promptly got back on the bus at dusk and was whisked back to Sulaimani.

One of our lovely coworkers here at AUIS had arranged for a small fleet (two) of buses to take anyone who wanted to go to Erbil this weekend for a shopping trip.  

While Erbil is not a huge city in terms of what an American might picture, it is more developed in terms of infrastructure and international business than Suli.

So I was journeying in hopes of reaching the renowned Carrefour...Carrefour, did you see what I said? I have an inexplicable love affair with this French-owned hypermarket.  I witnessed its majesty from afar in Sevilla, I experienced its hypnotic wares in Cairo, and now it was my chance to revel in their goods in Kurdistan.  It was not an opportunity to be passed by.

All in all, it was a successful trip.  Things that are readily available at any and every store in the states can be down right impossible to find in Suli, but sometimes appear in Erbil.  I picked up jars of salsa, knock-off Lucky Charms, goat cheese, sliced roast turkey, tortellini, cookie sheets, and some new all cotton bed sheets, all of which are scarce or non-existent most of the time where I live.

There is never a dull moment at the two story house of dreams.  I felt very fancy ordering my lebnah and feta cheese with zatar in Arabic.  Because Erbil has such a diverse population, with Kurds coming from Turkey, Syria, and Iran; and hospitality and retail workers coming from everywhere, many languages are understood and spoken.  My Kurdish is still very basic, so it was a treat to order in Arabic and have the cheese guy perfectly understand me and not walk away with four kilos rather than the quarter kilo I actually wanted.

Over in their delightful seafood section, they had an open tank of live fish, just chillin'  and minded their on business, until a friend and I walked over and proceeded to stare and talk about how they are killed.  One apparently didn't like that because it attempted to jump out of the tank and attack us...The guy behind the seafood counter found our shrieks of horror quite funny.

Over all, my favorite part of the trip was the drive there.  It was a cool and foggy morning, with an air of quiet dignity surrounding the mountains.  It was very easy to picture the many peoples who have traversed this oft contended land.

Families were out for day long picnics, and the sky was dotted with children's kites.  Tents were set up to shade mothers and aunts from the noon day sun that eventually peeked out.  Many that I saw were wearing the traditional Kurdish garb that is still popular with both the older and younger generation.

I was able to witness more culture through those little glimpses from my bus window than I did all day, and no matter how fabulous Carrefour is, they can't compete with that.


The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg

Things are rarely what they appear to be

Second week of a new semester here at AUIS, and I am (thankfully) teaching Grammar 2 again.

I don't know what they were up to in Grammar 1 last semester, but this new group of students are going to be doing some magical things; I can feel it in my teachery bones!

Spring semester is always a bit lighter in terms of numbers, as fewer new students enroll at this time of year.  Instead of starting with 85 students like last semester, I began with 70.  This is still a lot, but there will always be a few 'no-shows' and of course a few students always drop throughout the semester.

I received an email the other day telling me that a young lady in one of my classes would be taking a leave of absence.  She had been attending every class, participating, and seemed very invested.  I immediately feared that there was some type of personal or family issue that was going to prevent her from continuing.  

Our community at AUIS is so very small and close knit, and most of us (the faculty and staff) are expats with a desire to live and work abroad.  I often forget that I am in a different culture all together, and that what I see on a day to day basis and how I interact with people is not the cultural norm here.

It is still very common for women to get married quite young (by western standards) and to not seek higher education because of family responsibilities.  And while Sulaimani has shown itself to be a safe and inviting place, I have students who are from Kirkuk, Baghdad, and other places close to or in Southern Iraq where the daily threat of violence is still a very, very real thing.

So when one of my students drops out suddenly, I often fear the worst.

I was eating lunch later that same day in the cafeteria, when I saw said student.  She quickly came over to my table and asked to speak with me.

She proceeded to tell what the email had said, that she needed to take a leave of absence.  "I have to go to Indonesia for training..."

Wait. What?

"Yes, I play Karate and my competition is this summer, and I need to train."

"That's amazing!" I said, and she proceeded to pull out her phone and show me a picture.

"Wait, is that a black belt?!" I exclaimed.

"Yes.  I am the first female black belt in all of Iraq."

BOOM! Yeah, my mind was blown too.  I looked at this petite young woman and thought she perfectly embodied 'never judging a book by its cover'.

So, she is off to train and compete and will hopefully be back in the fall to continue her studies in the APP, and then eventually on into the academic program.

I look forward to hearing about her adventures.

"It always seems impossible until it's done"
-Nelson Mandela

Shine! Make 'em Wonder What You Got.

One of my Kurdish students from Iran told me that people back in her city told her she “dreamed too big”…that what she wanted to accomplish in her life was crazy and that she did not live in reality. People laughed at her for wanting what many take as a simple fact of life.  It broke my heart that someone so young should be told there are limits to what you can accomplish, limits to what someone should desire out of their own life.

I couldn't imagine being told as a teenager that what I wanted to do in the future was silly or impossible.  That I should set my sights lower, on something more 'reasonable' for someone like me.  I grew up in a culture that tells their children they can be the president one day if they want to.  That all things are possible if you go after it.

One of her "too big" dreams was to attend AUIS; She just completed her first semester and will be enrolling in IT classes in the fall. I’d say she’s on her way to showing those doubters what drive, direction, and the unshakable belief in one's self can do.

“A lot of people have gone further than they thought they could because someone else thought they could.” –-Unknown

She Taught Me Good!

My first semester is officially done.  Finals graded, grades submitted, and graduation cookies have been eaten.  At our last faculty meeting, we were given our student evaluations.  Having written these as a student, it was a new experience to be on the receiving end.  Out of my 80ish students, only two weren't very pleased with the class. One said I should laugh less...

Overall, it was a very rewarding semester and I genuinely hope that some of my students left my classroom no longer fearing grammar.  I am aware that most people despise it, so if they left with only a mild distaste for the subject matter, I'll take it as a success and move on to tweak and improve where I can for next semester.

A week of fun (at least I hope fun and not riots) in Cairo awaits and I'll shall leave you with yet another awkward (awesome?) exchange I had with a student this semester.


This student approached my desk during a group assignment to eventually ask me about 'burps' via farting....the conversation went like this:

Student: Hi teacher...aaah Ok, you know the air down there?... (motions behind him while pointing down)

Me: the..air...down there???

Student: Yeah, the air down there... (whispering) it's called farts...

Me: Are you really asking me about farts in the middle of an exercise?

Student: No disrespect...aah, ok?

Me: oooookay...what would you like to know?

Student: Well...the air up here (motions to throat)..what's called?

Me: Burp...That's a burp...you can also use that as a verb...

Student: Oh. Okay! Thank you teacher!

Just to be clear, the assignment they were working on involved neither of those bodily functions.

I will miss my level 2's dearly, and wish their level 3 teachers lots of luck!

"You look like Adele!" and other strange things my students say

What does a twelve week semester with eighty students at a university in Iraqi Kurdistan make a teacher? 

That would be slightly crazy and a tad sleep deprived.

My first semester at AUIS is almost at an end, and as I'm starting to see cross-eyed, I think that's a good thing.  It's been a whirl-wind semester and rather than beating myself up for not posting to a website that no one reads, I decided to post stories about my students and my classroom.  

I  am amazed, entertained, enraged, deeply moved, enlightened, frustrated, or a combination of all of those on a daily basis with this great group of young adults, and some of their antics should be recorded. 

The following is an email exchange between a student and myself. The student in this case did not pay attention when I assigned a verb chart for homework:

(Note: Mastaw is the Kurdish phrase for brown-nosing)

Meer: Hi Mrs.Ramey

I Just want to ask you about the Home work sheet that you gave it to us... which verb should we use?

Me:  MEER!!! There were two, I wrote them on the board!!! I want you to call a friend and ask them. If you still can't find out what they are, email me back and I'll tell you...you've got to write down what I put on the board! 

Meer: I'm really really sorry.. I don't have any phone number of my friend.. I was sharing work sheet.. I didn't know ! 

Can you tell me? Please!!   

Me: To decline and to decrease. They better be the best verb charts I've ever seen!! :D

Meer:  Ohhh, thank you so so so much!!!.. I don't know how much I love you!! :) , trust me it's NOT (MASTAW) :D.. 
Thank you !

Me:  If you don't know how much you love me, there is a problem with your memory :D The phrase should have the pronoun you as the subject :D And you can show your love by doing your homework and getting an A in my class! 

Meer: Ow My God !!! I did a huge mistake... I meant (You don't know how much I love you) .. :D

Good Night :)

My battle this semester, along with teaching grammar, has been to encourage my students to think for themselves, use context clues, and above all READ THE DIRECTIONS!  Needless to say, it's been a struggle.

Teaching in Kurdish Iraq

        It's Thursday and the last day of the first week of teaching at AUIS (weekends here run Friday/Saturday).  I have about 65 students spread over four level 2 Grammar classes, and so far it's the best, most exhausting teaching experience I've had so far.  We get in early and leave late and go home to grade papers!  The other instructors here really work together within the disciplines and within the levels, and they have been a great support in my transition back to an EFL teacher from ESL in Virginia.

     My students come from different parts of Iraq and Iran, and are eager to begin their academic studies in IT, engineering, mathematics, etc.  Our program runs on trimesters, so I only have 12 instructional weeks to move my students to the next level.  We will be exhausted my February, but InshAllah, we will all have learned a great deal.

APP Orientation

Iraqi Kurdistan Resident Here!

 

Received my residency card today from the Immigration office in Sulaimani, and all it took was a little blood (an HIV test is a requirement for the card).

I think I’m adjusting pretty well. It helps that my new apartment is gorgeous and feels already so homey because my new roommate is a friend of mine who has been living there for a year already. High five Zayne!

Classes begin on November 4 and I am very much looking forward to teaching Grammar 2! Before that though, we have a 5 day break for Eid. I would like to travel to the capital city of Erbil just so I can go to Carrefour. I have heard rumours that they have Crockpots, and I need one!!!

Our semesters at the American University of Iraq Sulaimani (AUIS) are only 12 weeks long and I feel like this first one is going to fly by.

Ok, it’s tea and Baklava time, so I’ll leave you with a few pictures I’ve taken so far :)

On campus

 

A view from my balcony

                                                                 

Here and Now

I often wonder how I will look back on this time in my life.

If God gives me 60 more years, what kind of lens will I see my former self through?

These adventures to come...I pray they shape me into a woman of faith and courage.

May God allow my doubts to move me to action; may my quandries lead to wisdom, my fear to love.
May my gifts and energy not be wasted on worrying about 'what if's' and 'what could have been'.

May I look back, whether it be tomorrow or many years from now, and know that I have tread my own path and all is as it should be.


I'm finishing up my final week of classes at VCU and preparing myself for a new university, in a new town, in a new country.  I will call Kurdistan (Northern Iraq) my home for at least a year, and I am looking forward to the many adventures/challenges I will face.  I am excited in knowing that I will continue to grow as an educator, and am looking forward to learning from a new group of students!

I head out in the beginning of October, with a quick stop in Istanbul. Stay tuned for lots o' pictures and sarcastic ramblings!

“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” – Jawaharial Nehru

Update, Jealous!?

I was going to try for a scintillating report/commentary on some issue in Egypt/on campus/in Rehab, but I got nothing. But since my friend Ben will harp on me if I don't update this thing, I thought I'd just give you a few bullet points of what's been going here in Al Sahara:

1. I'm still attending all my grad classes; although, there are mornings where for 2 minutes and 34 seconds I seriously contemplate sleeping til 4pm and not going outside til the sun has gone down.

2. We just started getting some "fall-like" weather here at night. The other evening as I was walking to a friend's house, I actually said to myself, "oh! It's quite chilly. I wish I had brought a light cardigan."

3. I'm teaching 3 English classes at the Lamb Center. All level 12 which I've taught before. The final will be on October 31st, which just makes me realize how fast this semester is going by!

4. Our waiter at Lucille's restaurant asked for my number... granted, it was so they could notify me when they would start carrying pumpkin pie (next week, InshAllah, if you were wondering)

5. I'm thoroughly enjoying my apartment still. I am still waiting for an A/C unit to be put in my living room, but my gas stove didn't kill me when I used it the other night, so that was a plus.

6. I live on the 5th floor. There is no elevator. The grocery store delivers my groceries (which include large boxes of bottled water) for the U.S. equivalent of $.85. Jealous?!

7. I left my 'metro token' coin holder in the states and am so heart-broken. So now every time a guy selling tchotchkes gets on the metro, I'm ever hopeful he will have some for me to buy. Alas, the guy the other night was only selling sheets of band-aids. Because, I guess you never know when you might need to quickly patch up a head wound.

8. One of the things I'm missing the most about America is my chiropractic clinic; I need an adjustment like Woh! Oh, and pumpkin flavored treats that abound during this festive time.

9. There are no pictures for this post cuz I have consistently left my camera in the apartment every time I go out. Next time, I promise! =)

The Beginning (Again)

That's right folks, school has started again and I am back in Cairo. Classes actually began on the 5th, but seeing as I just got internet at my apartment, the blogging had to wait.

All my roommates from last semester have left, so I've moved from Maadi to a 2-bedroom apartment in El Rehab. I'm now only a stones throw (read: 15 minute bus ride) from the university, which is absolutely lovely in comparison to the 50 minute drive from Maadi.

I arrived in Egypt for the last week of Ramadan, so I only had 3 class meetings before we had a nice, little vacation for Eid!

My classes this semester are pretty interesting; Pragmatics, Language Assessment, and Computer Assisted Language Learning (CALL). No classes on Tuesdays again and as usual, all of my classes start at 2PM! It's a rough life, but someone's gotta sit on my awesome balcony and drink tea! :)

The 2 Post Semester

So, like I said in February, I forgot I had this thing/was too lazy to update! So now that I am 2 weeks from the end the of my first year of grad school, lets just hit the hi-lights and I'll try and be better from here on out =)

-Life in the apartment in Maadi has been quiet and absolutely lovely

-I began a Beth Moore Bible Study with some women from a local church and another with a nice group of people from AUC and other areas of Cairo

-I've continued teaching EFL through the Lamb Center on Tuesday nights

-Lucy and I journeyed to 3 major cities in Spain for spring break

-I got to see a bit of Upper Egypt and some ancient temples in Aswan and Abu Simbel

-I've met more wonderful people (sometimes on the bus to school!)

I've decided to stay and finish the program here, so I've signed up for classes in September. I'll be moving, not sure where yet, but I'm looking forward to the coming adventures!

A Stroll Through Old Cairo

Yesterday, I travelled on the metro, through downtown, past the sea of swirly-twirly gum drops, and arrived in Old Cairo. My friends Sherif and Karim invited me along on a tour of what is also referred to as Islamic Cairo and we walked and walked and then walked around some more!

We started out in Khan al Khalili, the famous marketplace, and made our way to the original walls of Cairo. We saw mosques, theatres, grain houses, and cisterns. The Al Azhar mosque was quite large and very beautiful. Since it was Friday, we had to wait a bit to enter until the afternoon prayer had concluded.

We finished our tour at one of the doors to the city, aptly named Bab Zuela (Bab means door in Arabic, don’t ask me what Zuela means). We climbed to the top of the walls surrounding the entrance and were treated to a magnificent panorama of the city. The next call to prayer sounded while were were up there and the attached video shows what I saw and heard from that vantage point.

We also decided it was a grand idea to climb the tiny, narrow staircase of the minaret tower to get an even higher view. I’ll admit there were times when I thought that the really old tower would collapse on me and I’d be stuck forever, but we soldiered on and made it out unscathed, alhamdullilah!

Back to School

Seeing as how I haven’t updated since November and I also forgot I had a blog for a bit there; I thought it was time to update. The picture seen here is the view from my apartment window. That’s right, I moved off campus and into an apartment with my friends Lucy, Ben, and Johan! I am a skip and a hop away from the AUC bus stop, the metro station, and various restaurants. I am ignoring the fact that Cinnabon and McDonalds will deliver to your door because that would equal disaster in sooo many ways.

Classes began on the 31st. Our department was then informed that the first week of classes were cancelled so the MA TEFL students (that’s me) could attend the Nile TESOL conference being held downtown. So here I sit on a Thursday, making spicy tomato chicken soup and updating the blog, rather than taking the 40 minute bus ride to campus for some “edu-ma-cation”.

This semester should be action-packed and I’m super excited! I’m taking 3 courses, Discourse Analysis, Grammar, and Second-Language Acquisition. Only one class a day and none on Tuesday, which isn’t too shabby. I’d promise that I’d update more, but I don’t want to be a liar =)

Side note: Yes, those are some awesome, ancient pyramids in the background of the picture.

City Center and Christmas Lights: The best things since sliced aish!

Thursday is the new Friday in Cairo, and what does one do on a weekend evening, you might ask? If you’re me, you go to the Carrefour hypermarket to purchase a plethora of Christmas decorations.

City Center in New Maadi is a shiny, new mall built around an all-inclusive supermarket. It’s a french chain, so its pronounced carfoor, but if you’re me you regularly butcher it and end up telling everyone you’re going to kara-four or car-four. What can I say? I took Spanish.

Lucy, Ben, Henry, and I hailed a city cab, and by hailed I mean Lucy called 2 hours ahead of time so they would know to drive into the desert to come and get us.

I was on a mission, and upon arrival we immediately wrangled a ginormous cart from the corral and I proceeded to the center of the store where I had spotted the decorations last week, nearly avoiding crippling small children with my cart-driving skills on the way.

Seeing the crazed look in my eye, my friends eventually scattered and there was nothing left to stand between me and bucketfuls of tiny, deranged Santa Claus figurines, silver pine cones, and enough Christmas lights to tastefully dress the Pyramids of Giza.

I grabbed a medium-sized faux tree for the coffee table in my apartment and added it to the growing assortment of baubbles and trinkets in my basket. Fake snow, check. Garland, check. Santa wall hangings, double check. I forgot about a tree skirt and had to make due with some fabric I had picked up in Tanzania in 1998. I knew I brought it for a reason!

Navigating my way to the checkout counter, multiple children pulled on their mom’s skirts and exclaimed on the splendor of my decorating choices.

Getting a taxi back to campus was easier, and in a fit of joy (most likely induced by the high levels of lead in the decorations) Lucy and I decided to sing every Christmas carol we knew. I gave the driver an extra 5 pounds for putting up with me, but that probably wasn’t enough.

So here I sit now, with my little nook in Egypt all jazzed up, and enough hot cocoa mix to supply the entire women’s side of the dormitories. Next order of business...Christmas party!

P.S. That's Domo at the top of the tree