Summer School

The last week of July was Summer English School in Hanhongor. Held partly to appease the many parents of bored children in Hanhongor and partly because I wanted to try out some new lesson plan material, it grew from 9 to 16 students over the week and was a lot of fun. The students ranged in age from 9 to 45 and there was always at least two 1-5 year olds in the crowd to keep things exciting (i.e. Mongolian kids don’t wear diapers). We went over the basics like greetings, numbers, weather, time, and the alphabet, but we really focused on speaking. The most popular activities were counting practice while jumping rope,

student generated crossword puzzles,

and anything that involved smacking flascards with fly swatters.

In retrospect I should have offered a longer and less English focused summer camp as the kids were just starving for stimulation. Summer school reminded me just how much fun teaching can be when you have students who really want to learn-to the point of exhaustion!

Graduation

This year school graduation1 was held May 11th, 20122. The ceremony was held outside in front of the school in near freezing temperatures but everyone was strong. Two students from the 11th grade acted as emcees, Sandanjigmed and Barkhassuren.

The ceremony included a variety of musical and dance numbers performed by the graduating students.  Numbers included a traditional dance by Otgonbat (accompanied by Suvd-Erdene and Bat-Erdene)

An orchestra piece led by Shinkhuu in the middle,

Some lovely group songs


and a most memorable dance number to Billy Jean

In addition to music, several students read poems, and students were awarded with medals.

After the ceremony parents gave their children gifts of candy, stuffed animals, and cell phones and took lots and lots of pictures.  Here are a few that I don’t look totally short in :)

Finally, each class had a party in their classroom with teachers and parents invited. The 11th grade, being so large, held their reception in the gymnasium and the tables went all around the room.

Everyone ate, sang songs, and teachers that were especially influential in the lives of the students received awards.

It was a lovely day and I wish all the graduates luck in the future.

  1. In Mongolia, students currently graduate after 5th, 9th, and 11th grades. In a few years the system will completely switch to a 12 year system at which time I assume graduations will be after 6th, 10th, and 12th grades.
  2. Something which I will never understand since May 11th was a full 2.5 weeks before the end of school and 1.5 weeks before finals. What incentive is there to work hard in the end of the school year if you have already graduated and partied?

Teacher-Student Switch Day

One of the many traditions the Mongolian school system has (or at least my school) is a day in the spring when the graduating class gets to be the teachers and the teachers are 11th grade students for a day. Students volunteer to teach all the classes or act as the school director or headmaster, and the teachers dress up in school uniforms-or to the American eye, French maid costumes. I thought we looked pretty cute honestly.

The day started off with the school being lead by the 11th graders in a rousing edition of the Mongolian national anthem.

The first class of the day for us teacher-students was English, which I can proudly, if not unfairly, say I was the best student in. We drew pictures of the fruit we most identify with and then learned fruit names in English. I was a strawberry since they are tasty, small, and not naturally found in the Gobi desert. My best 11th grade student Bolortsetseg was our teacher and she did a very good job.

After English we had gym where we played volleyball, and lastly we had Mongolian script. I definitely felt out of my element there!

In the evening the 11th graders put on a typical school party which alternates between group dances and games. The kids learn dances from a young age and seem to enjoy them a lot. Sometimes they even make the mistake of asking me to dance!

When they are not dancing, crazy games are played. The first game which I somehow got conned into with 3 other teachers was one where kleenex boxes were belted to our backs and then we had to dance around until the three ping pong balls in our box fell out. Needless to say, I didn’t win, but I did look very silly. The second game that was played was even crazier. One person from each class was volunteered and then had to race around to beg/borrow/steal a list of items from their classmates and then put them on. By the time the kids had each put on 2 jackets, 5 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, a skirt, 5 rings, 2 watches, 3 pairs of shoes, a hat and 4 belts they were the size of the Michelin man and their classmates were in various stages of undress.

I donated my watch to one class, but I have to give props to the 60 year old elementary school teacher who graciously loaned the 10th grade her skirt. Now that is dedication to teaching!

It was a very fun day and I think the 11th graders enjoyed being in charge for once. I wish them lots of luck as they head off into the world next year.

Nothing Fun to Read

As anyone who has learned a foreign language knows, one way to improve one’s skills is to read, read, read. To that end, when ever we are in Ulaanbaatar I head to the book store and pick up children’s picture and chapter books in Mongolian. Some books I have bought include Harry and the purple crayon, The giving tree, Matilda, Sherlock Holmes mysteries, Pippi Longstocking, Nancy Drew and the mystery of the 99 steps, and the first two Harry Potter books.  About a month ago I took them to school and set them up in a little display by my desk in my classroom. Within 2 days they had all been borrowed by my students with others lining up to borrow. That was when I realized that these kids have nothing fun to read. Yes there are libraries at our school and in the culture center, but there are several problems. 1. The book selection is old, inappropriate, and boring. Imagine biochemistry textbooks in English from an international donor, moldy fairy tales in Russian, and pictures books for little kids,  2. The libraries are almost never open, and 3. kids are not encouraged to use the libraries.

What my students need, especially the older ones, are fun chapter books written in Mongolian. Not picture books, not books in English (not even my best student can read most of the books I have in the classroom), and not textbooks. Silly fun books that instill the love of reading in kids.

Emma the Peace Corps volunteer is currently writing a small grant application for funds to buy books for the kids.   $500 will get us about 100 chapter books from Ulaanbaatar and will go a long way to giving the students something fun and productive to do in their free time.

In terms of this issue, I think that international educational organizations should be looking a little closer to home when they design donation programs. Sure my students can fill 3 minutes before class looking at the pictures of “Volcanos: How do the work?” in English, but what they would really benefit from are copies of Eclipse in Mongolian to read after school in their dorm rooms. Perhaps not the most educational, but if they learn to find enjoyment in reading in Mongolian then they are much more likely to attempt to read in a foreign language.

New Song

Today in a teacher training session at school one of the teachers taught us a song that she learned from Nana the local JICA volunteer. It is very cute and I thought I would share it with you. It is sung to the tune of Where is Pinky? and done with hand motions:

Чулуу хайч цаасаар 

Чулуу хайч цаасаар

Чулуу хайч цаасаар

юу хийх вэ?

юу хийх вэ?

Баруун гар цаас

Зүүн гар чулуу

нисдэг тэрэг

нисдэг тэрэг

Чулуу хайч цаасаар

Чулуу хайч цаасаар

юу хийх вэ?

юу хийх вэ?

Баруун гар хайч

Зүүн гар хайч

нүдний шил

нүдний шил

 English translation

Rock scissors paper  (fist, peace symbol held like scissors, open hand)

Rock scissors paper (fist, peace symbol held like scissors, open hand)

What is made? (one hand on your chin, the other supporting your elbow-like you are wondering)

What is made?(opposite of above)

Right hand paper (right hand open flat)

Left hand rock (left hand in a fist)

Helicopter!              (Right hand on top of left hand moving back and forth like helicopter propellers)

Helicopter!

Rock scissors paper (fist, peace symbol held like scissors, open hand)

Rock scissors paper (fist, peace symbol held like scissors, open hand)

What is made? (one hand on your chin, the other supporting your elbow)

What is made? (opposite of above)

Right hand scissors (right hand in a peace symbol)

Left hand scissors (left hand in a peace symbol)

eye glasses! (both hands held up at the eyes, fingers pointing towards eyes-like you are making raccoon eyes)

eye glasses!

The Frog Song

In addition to teaching English to 9th, 10th, and 11th graders, I have been working with the second grade teacher to teach her students an English song. I choose “5 Green and Speckled Frogs” which is always a crowd pleaser even if you can’t speak English.  Here is me teaching…

The students learning….

And us as a very puppety group.  They are some tiny 2nd graders!


“Би Монгол Хүн”

Today was “Би Монгол Хүн,” or “I am a Mongolian,” day at school. Students and teachers were instructed to wear traditional Mongolian clothes, and because all my dels are in America, I borrowed a very pretty one from Darkhuu. In some grades only a few kids wore outfits, but in the 11th grade most kids did, and they looked wonderful. Here I am with my very tall students.

Most of the teachers also wore dels, and there was lots of joking in the teachers room about how their dels seemed to get smaller each year. When one teacher was demonstrating how hers was pined in the front to keep her top shut, I reminded them that one year, for a reason I can’t remember, I had to wear a Mongolian outfit that was so small on the top that my friend Ulambayar had to sew the front shut with me in it. They all laughed but kindly said that I wasn’t that big on top- one friend even checked for herself by giving my boobs a nice big squeeze! The tata squeezer didn’t get away without some ribbing of her own, though, because she was one of the people whose dels had mysteriously gotten smaller over the years. Not only was her belt on the very last hole but someone said that next year we will have to scotch tape her dell shut. I love my co-workers and their totally inappropriate senses’ of humor. :)

Student photos over the years

Today as I was uploading and labeling some student photos I got to wondering if I had taken pictures of my current students over the past 10 years without realizing it. I went back through my Peace Corps photos (2002-2004) as well as photos I took during my visits in 2006-2009 and found pictures of some tiny yet very familiar children who are now in some cases taller than me. The kids are still cute but some definitely have more attitude now then they did when they were in kindergarten.

Chuluunbat on the far left in 2008

Chuluunbat now in 9th grade

Shijermaa on the right in 2004

Shijermaa now in 9th grade

Back in 2004 Ulziikhand and Ulziibat were two meek kids who visited my ger.

Ulziibat now in 10th grade

Uziikhand now in 9th grade

A “jenkin” teacher

When I was a Peace Corps volunteer here in Hanhongor I lived a charmed life in which I rarely taught by myself, never had to grade anyone, and never ever ever went to boring teachers’ meetings.

Well this time around I am a “jenkin” or “real” teacher.  As a recipient of a monthly salary of about $250 and a social security book, I am now expected to perform all the duties that the rest of the teachers do.  I write and give countless homework assignments, quizzes, and tests.  I offer extra classes for the good students, extra classes for the bad students, and extra classes for the students who will take the college entrance exams next June.  I have an official Ministry of Education teachers’ journal in which I 1. must write in blue ink, and 2. must never ever ever at the expense of death make a mistake in.  Also as the one and only fluent English teacher on the pay roster in the province I am expected to lead seminars for the other English teachers.  Good thing I kept all the materials Christy and I made as volunteers-a little white out turns a 2002 seminar handout into an instant 2011 seminar!