It’s been a challenging week here in Turkmenistan, but all things considered I am doing well. I had been planning this summer camp for kids at my school for about 3 weeks on and off and it was supposed to be this week. I did a bit of publicity for it at school before the year ended and when I had free time went around the village to tell all of the kids about it to come. Overall, I had gotten a pretty good response from the kids about it and expected somewhere between 15-20 kids to show up (a big response rate for my school as you will see). The camp was called “5 Days Around the World with Abby Teacher” with the general plan of visiting 5 different cultures and transforming our classroom into a cool cultural trip with the culmination being a Mexican Fiesta complete with a homemade Piñata (that I spent the better part of 3 days designing and making). So I was really pumped up for a good week when Monday rolled around and all of my plans and ideas came crashing down. On Monday I had 4 kids and one older student that I recruited to help me show up and those 4 kids weren’t really too interested in doing much of anything. We tried to do the activities that I had planned for Chinese New Year, but they were just overall not really interested. I tried playing some games with them outside, but again it was like they just didn’t care about anything. After a very frustrating Monday, Tuesday was even more of a crushing day when just 1 student showed up to learn about Australia. Not really being prepared for just one student I basically told him a little bit about Australia and then we watched Finding Nemo (as it’s based in Australia). Wait let me back up a bit and say this camp was designed for 4th-8th graders.
Being completely heartbroken about the lack of attendance I decided to talk with one of the programming managers at Peace Corps to figure out just what I should do about this dilemma of complete apathy and attendance on the part of my village. She listened to my story and thought about all of the advertizing I had done and was able to see that I really made a good effort to make this week a success. She ended up coming out to my school to talk with me and some of the teachers at my school (not English teachers mind you) about the lack of students. Well, I was under the assumption that the students had just forgotten, but that wasn’t the case. It turns out that parents had actually told their children they couldn’t go to the camp for one of two reasons: 1) they thought it was too hot and didn’t want their kids outside and 2) the parents didn’t want their kids learning from the American (though they see me in the community all of the time and I always make an effort to be friendly and talk to them). This was totally crushing to me. To hear that students wanted to go, but that their parents had actually said they didn’t want their kids spending time with me because I was American! It was totally heart breaking and I had serious considerations of just saying forget it, I’m going home, nobody wants me here anyways.
Fortunately, the other teachers were able to see just how frustrating and upsetting that was for me and they told me that I could work with a first grade camp that was going in and help the teacher with games (which basically meant Abby makes futile attempts to teach basic English to 35 screaming 1st graders while the other teacher goes to the store, another teachers house, and eventually home without so much as consulting or considering helping me wrangle the kids). So I spent the rest of the week trying to figure out how to teach to 35 screaming 1st graders that barely understand Turkmen let alone English, but I gave it my best effort. Today, Friday, was my last day working with the 1st graders for the week and now I can take some time to actually design some sort of age appropriate lesson plans before I have to go back next week (I’m only going to teach on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays though). Today was kind of fun though because I let the first graders attack the piñata, unfortunately I forgot my camera at home. They thought it was a ton of fun and only 2 kids almost lost their heads by the wielding of the bat (just kidding! No children were injured during the piñata game Thank God!).
So after the heartbreaking beginning of the week I realized a few things about my community, again. First off, I need to keep reminding myself that I am the first volunteer at my site, thus Americans are not trusted in the community and I probably won’t be until I am about to pack my bags and leave. Again the work I am doing is to set up the next volunteer to be a bit more successful in my village, I sure hope they appreciate it. Second, the teachers at my school really have no idea what to do with me and are really surprised that I am intent on working during the summer (hello it’s my job), but they’re letting me work with the first graders so I’ll take it I guess. Finally, I need to continue to invest in those students that do want to learn English, particularly the older girl that showed up every day faithfully to help me with the kids. If I can work with her and my host sister and help them achieve their goals then I can say I was a successful volunteer, even through all of the hardship (which honestly is a lot).