Dear All,
Thank you so much for your
email notes. It’s good to feel connected while so far away.
Quick question: does
anyone know about Instagram? A Yangon student
told me about it, and I thought maybe it could be an option for sharing my
pictures with you from here, because though I have a Flickr account from last
year I have no idea how to figure out my username and password.
Wish I could capture the
scenes I see from the motorbike on the days I go into town: the 6 yr old and 9
yr old little nuns skipping down the road, the old woman bent over under the
load of a sack larger than her, the young women balancing three clay pots one
stacked over the other as they walked down the road….
December 7
Yesterday, I took my morning class out onto a
platform under the trees, as the principal had suggested I do, since often it’s
too loud in the classroom to hear or speak, and it was a great idea, much
quieter and quite lovely.
I rested/slept pretty much
from the end of my afternoon class at 3:30 yesterday through this noon
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the main room with eight 9th grade girls |
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my room |
(Thuzar
took my morning class). My sore throat
having progressed into a cold/flu, I managed able to sleep through everything,
even the machine noise across the way.
(Though after another night of talking and chanting into the wee hours
of the night, I'd asked Thuzar to ask the girls if they could speak a little quieter, and last night was in fact quieter.)
Aung checked on me where I was resting in the teacher's guesthouse up at
IBEC during yesterday's lunch break (it's too noisy from the rock-crushing
machines on both side of my own guesthouse to rest there during the day), and
fetched from
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teachers' guesthouse at IBEC |
somewhere a much needed box of kleenix for me. I declined his
offer to bring me to the hospital clinic, as even had my condition warranted
concern, which it certainly didn't, I’m not at all sure about the state of Myanmar
medicine (but maybe it has improved from its reputation last time I was here
eight years ago). Anyway the garlic treatment is working and I am feeling
better, with only cough and congestion left, along with high consumption of
kleenix.
Was invited with a few of the other
teachers to the midday “birthday party” of a teacher’s niece in town, actually
a naming party. There were several tables set up for the generously ample meal,
followed by fruit and dessert. The baby was three months old. There is usually
a naming party either at 7 days or a 100 days, depending on the
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the baby of the naming party |
parent's choice according to Aung, and the
name is traditionally decided upon under the guidance of an astrologer. Aung Khaing Soe’s name means Auspicious
Endurance Influence. Birthdays on the
whole are not traditionally celebrated, but under the Western influence they
are beginning to.
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Aung Khaing Soe, Thuzar Win, and two other teachers |
This evening Thuzar excitedly showed me the email of
her new friend from Africa —and so I added to her English
pronunciation education a short lesson on spam, and on being wary of any email
from Africa with a subject line like the one
she’d showed me: “Darling I Need Your Assistance!”
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9th grade girls watching Korean film on dvd player in Thuzar's room |
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