New House Critter

I have a new house critter.  Well, he wants to be a house critter, but I won’t let him in.  An adorable kitten.  I’d love to have a house kitten, but he probably has fleas.  He has a salty disposition and just sits outside my door or window and demands that he has the right to come in.  He has already ruined one of my screens trying to get in.  I tried to feed him, but he just wants in the house.  He is adorable.

I woke up Monday with a wicked cold.  I went home early.  Noi was so nice and went out to buy me soup and medicine.  Everyone is very concerned that I have medicine.

If I wasn’t giving final exams next week, I would have skipped Tuesday altogether, but I didn’t think it was fair to give them exams without a exam review class.  It was the longest day ever.

Wednesday still sick.  Now everyone is asking me if I need to go to the doctor.  What is a doctor going to do about a cold?  “Do you have medicine”?  So, I just kept saying I had medicine.  I will go to the hospital if I’m still sick after a week.  Colds usually last a week for me.

Wednesday Pat told me I had to sign a resignation letter.  They also made me sign a copy of each page of my passport.  Awhile ago I had asked Pat about when the school would cancel my work permit and she said they wouldn’t.  I’m pretty sure everything I signed cancels my work permit and I have 24 hours to leave the country.  I was trying to explain to her that this is what we talked about before and this means I have to leave as soon as the work permit is canceled.  I need to know when that date is.  She almost had a melt down.  ‘They have to report correctly and cannot lie.  Thai people don’t lie.  Thai people are nice.  What do I expect her to do?’  She got all defensive and tried to pick a fight with me in the office.  wtf, Pat?  I just want to know the date my permit is being canceled so I can plan accordingly.  She is completely invested in having me believe that Thai people are nice civilized people as if her whole identity depends on it.  What on earth did I do or other Americans before me do to make her think that Americans are such horrible creatures and that we think Thais are?  And what gave her the idea that I was expecting her to do some illegal reporting?  Relax.

So, what is this requirement that you have 24 hours to leave the country after your work permit is over.  I have to work a full day on Friday and be out of the country on Saturday.  “Thank you for your service in teaching our children, the future of our country.  Now get out and don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out”.

I just felt like dying, but I had to go do laundry after school.  I have to pack.  I have to finish my last lesson plans and now I have to figure out where to go for 4 days the day after I finish teaching.  I saw a guy limp down the street with no shoes and clothes that were so dirty they looked like they had never been washed.  He was muttering to himself as he walked.  Ok, no matter how horrible I feel, my life is probably 2,000 times better than this guy’s.  Perspective.

Sidenote, Thai washing machines are confusing.  You put the clothes in, the soap in and then the coins in.  There are 20 buttons on the machine, but you don’t push any of them.  Then it flashes 3 or 4 different numbers, the last one I think is the total time the washing will take.  And then it does it’s thing.  I don’t think there are any dryers in the entire country.  This is the second washing in a row for half this load since if it rains, my clothes don’t dry fast enough and then they smell musty and I have to wash them again.  I miss dryers.

It’s been raining a lot.  After about 2 days of rain when it stopped, the sky was so full of dragon flies.  It was kind of like lemon yellow butterfly season, but dragon flies.  I’ve never seen so many at one time.  It’s mesmerizing.

Today after lunch, Noi and I went to get coffee.  I’m not allowed to get cold coffee because cold drinks are bad for a cold.  I always thought the idea that you should drink warm liquids when you are sick was just an old wives tale.  I looked it up.  They did research and found that people that drank warm liquids got better faster.  Ok, hot coffee will do.  While I was waiting for my coffee, Noi went behind the counter and cut up some limes and made some concoction for me.  She told me to sip it and it would help my cough.  It was the juice from about 5 limes and a pound of salt.  This is one of the most painful experiences I’ve ever had.  It burned my throat and my stomach.  I got instant heartburn, felt weak and dizzy and an instant headache.  Yep – cold symptoms gone, replaced with heart attach symptoms instead.  Did it help the cough?  Maybe.  She told me I should drink this at home every day.  Will I ever drink this again?  No.

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Snow Cone

This weekend I heard Thai yodeling on the radio.  Noi said they were mimicking music they had heard from another country.  Thai music is pretty awful, Thai yodeling, well, those two things just don’t go together.

I asked Noi to take me to Tak to shop (I can’t get cheese or cereal here).  It was another all day event.  We went to the Saturday morning market which has a lot of plants.  I found a snow cone place as she was negotiating lime trees.  I asked for a small and she told me no small.  Ok.  No small.  I’ll take what you got.  Then it was a game of pointing to colored pictures on the sign until I found one she said yes to.  She must have been out of a lot of flavors and didn’t quite figure out that I have no idea what flavor any of them are.  I picked pink flavored.  Pink has to be good, right?  Her husband shaved some ice and put it in a bowl – oh got that’s a lot.  Then he shaved some more ice.  Oh, now that’s just ridiculous.  My eyes got so big and I said oh my god or something like that.  They just laughed.  Then she poured liquid pink sugar crack on it, then condensed milk, followed by some other white liquid, and fruit out of a can on top.  All around the base she put pieces of white bread.  How is white bread a good ingredient for a snow cone?  I love snowcones like I’m 8 years old, but no human being should ever eat this thing.  I tried to eat it, but I could barely hold it in one hand.  I walked up to Noi and she laughed.  I didn’t even make a dent in it.  I ended up throwing out most of it and felt horrible the rest of the day.  I think the pink stuff was toxic.

Noi bought 20 lime trees for school.  She is helping the students to plant a small farm.  It’s really cool.  So far the will have banana trees, lime trees, dragon fruit and a vegetable garden.  It’s a decent sized area at school.  It’s next to the school’s water filter system where I can fill my water jugs for free.  What?  How did I not know about this until now?  Pat had told me I could bring the water jugs to her and she’d fill them because she had a filter at home.  Is her filter better than the school’s?  I’m very confused.  After a full day, I had one of the worst headaches I’ve ever had.  I blame the snow cone atrocity. As soon as I got home, I went to bed and slept for 13 hours.  Well, I laid in bed praying for death for the first 3 hours until the advil kicked in.

Sunday I went to Mae Sot with Tip, Fai and Jeab.  Tip had a package that she had to pick up at customs.  I need to do a border run before the end of the month and I thought spending my Sunday doing this sounded better than going with Pat and Robin in a couple of weeks.  We stopped in Coffee Boom in Ban Tak on the way for breakfast.  I remember Tip taking me there once before and introducing me to Boom.  He was so nice.  I was disappointed that he wasn’t there today.  The road to Mae Sot is quite scary, but it was so much better in a car with Jeab driving than in a giant bus.  Fai had never been to Mae Sot and was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen squealing “weeee” in the back seat with her mom.  As Tip was picking up her package from customs, I ran to the border, left Thailand, crossed the street and came back in.  Now I can stay 3 more months.  Strange requirement.  We went to one of the coolest restaurants I’ve ever seen.  It was like eating in a garden.  There were waterfalls and orchids and other flowers everywhere.  The food was meh, but the atmosphere was top notch.  By the time I got home, I was exhausted and felt like I had a cold coming on.  Yay – great timing – just when I need all my energy for trying to finish my job and move.  Or, I guess I’m not moving.  That implies that I have somewhere to go.  I’m just preparing to be homeless.

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Mini School Farm ready for planting

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This is a restaurant

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The Menopause

There are four coffee shops that I go to.  One is a tiny room big enough for a counter and a coffee machine. They have a porch with a table on it outside.  I don’t go here often because it isn’t in my village.  There is one that kind of an outdoor thing with a roof.  I don’t know how to explain it.  It sits on the side of the main road into the village.  The lady that owns it and her daughter are the sweetest people.  From day one, they remember what I like and remember what ever customer likes, actually.  This one is my favorite, but since it’s kind of like a shack, I don’t go there if I want to use internet or if it’s too hot out.  Then there’s a modern coffee shop – the only modern thing for 50 miles.  I spend quite a bit of time there because they have internet that works, coffee, air conditioning, and cake.  The people  here are also wonderful, but they don’t speak any English so I usually just point at things.  Then there’s another one where the lady who owns it is so sweet and she speaks English.  The first time I met her she gave me her number and told me to text any time if I wanted to order ahead or check to see if she was open.  She makes salads, burgers and a mean egg and cheese sandwich.  This week, I went into the modern one and had some cake.  As I was paying, the lady handed me a note.  It had written on it that they would be closed, the dates they would be closed and when they would re-open.  Since I am the only English speaking patron and they don’t know English, I can only guess that they found someone who knew English to write the note and then kept it behind the counter until I came in.  So sweet!

This week I did a lesson on Katy Perry’s song Firework for M6 (12th grade).  I had done it for the younger kids earlier and it was so hard.  I had a harder worksheet for M6 and debated just giving them the easier worksheet, but I didn’t.  The questions were difficult, but what I saw was the students reading through the lyrics hunting for any clue to the answers.  Basically, they are doing research in English.  The didn’t get all the questions.  My co-teacher Tussany told me the lesson was too hard, that she didn’t know all the answers.  She wants to tell them the answers instead of let them struggle a little and find them.  When I read over the answers later, most of them were right.  Isn’t this the point of school?  To teach children how to think for themselves, how to learn?  If you just give them the answers and have them repeat, they won’t retain much.  Tussany is my favorite to teach with, but it’s also disheartening to when she gives them the answers too quickly.

Pat’s still upset with me.  I asked her if I could go to Mae Sot with her and Robin because I need to do a border hop too.  For some reason, someone from the school needs to go with Robin.  Something is different with his visa.  She said she’d let me know when she knew what date they were going.  She didn’t let me know.  I had to go ask her again and she said they were going on the 26th as if it was the first time I had asked.  She asked me if I had class that day.  Of course, I have class every day except the days when they don’t show up for some reason unknown to me.  I didn’t say that, I just told her that was the day I had the M1 classes.  Then she just ignored me so I walked away.  A day later she came to me and asked why I wanted to go to Mae Sot.  She has to fill out a lot of paperwork in order for me to leave school and she can’t just take me if she doesn’t know why I’m going.  To…get…my…passport…stamped….  I have to go to the border to get my passport stamped every 3 months.  She acted like this was new information. Why did she think I asked to go to the border to a border hop with her when she went to the border to do Robin’s border hop?  She just kept going on about what a hassle it is to fill out the paperwork and what did I expect she was going to tell other teachers when they asked why I went to Mae Sot.  I have no idea what is really going on.

But leave it to Noi to cheer me up.  She walks in later and asks if I have the menopause.  She had the menopause at my age and you can take supplements to help with the hormone changes.  Then she went on to tell me about another teacher that is having the menopause and wants more information on the supplements.  I told her I’m not in menopause yet, but would gladly welcome it.  I’m not going to have children so bring on the menopause.  Since around 42 I’ve been having problems such as fibroid cysts, more pain, and more bleeding.  After this conversation, I wondered if the reason that I’m bleeding more often than I should be is because my body knows I want to speed up menopause and it’s trying to deplete my egg supply faster?  Hmmmm….the body is so interesting.

Here’s some random photos:

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Air Con

Every morning when I get to school, I go up to my office and put my things down.  Then I go to the main office to sign in and then to school assembly.  This morning, same as usual.  My office is a tiny classroom that I share with Robin.  We teach the advanced students in there since their classes are small.  The classroom is one of a few air conditioned classrooms at the school.  Yesterday morning I was standing at assembly and Pat came up to me.  The past 3 months or so, if Pat comes up to me, it’s usually not a pleasant experience and it’s not just to say hi and see how I’m doing.  But this morning was a new experience for sure.  She asked if I had left the air conditioning on over night in the class room.  I said that I had not.  (I just came from there.  If the air conditioning had been on, it would have been on when I dropped my stuff off).  She just laid into me about how I need to be careful.  That I was careless, thoughtless and wasting energy and she was going to get in trouble, not me.  She went on to tell me that she even took a student over to verify with her that the air conditioning was running this morning.  She kept going and going and getting angrier and angrier until she was yelling at me.  I ended up apologizing for something I didn’t do and she stormed off saying “I’m sorry is all you should say”.  She was chastising me like a 6 year old.  I have no idea what is really bothering her that she is now making up reasons to be mad at me.  I am way too old for this game, what ever it is.  On my way back to the classroom, I asked her who turned off the air conditioning since it was off when I got to school.  She had no answer to that, but sent Q up to feel the room (which was hot, not cool).  Noi is the only other person with a key to the room and she wasn’t even at school yet.  I’m 46 years old basically being told to shut up and apologize for something I didn’t do.  Where’s the door?  I can’t wait to leave this school.  Noi asked the janitor if he turned off the air conditioner and he said he doesn’t have a key to the room so he hadn’t been in there.

By now I am so annoyed I can barely teach class.  Not to mention, I’m a bit scared.  I have no agent.  I don’t trust the company that placed me here as they have already showed that they will sell me out to make their agents happy.  And the person who is the head of the department I work in, has now gone from kind of unpleasant to scary.  All the people that are supposed to have my back, don’t.  I feel stranded, alone and unsafe.  Then I remember that I have Noi, Tip and Ging.  I honestly thought of calling Tip and asking her if she could help me get out of here as I don’t feel very safe right now .  But, I calmed down after Noi took me to lunch and told me quite a few times that I take teaching too seriously.

So, two points of inquiry come up from this.  One is that I hear all the time about how Thai people are the nicest people in the world.  But often, it is said by people that have left some other country to come live here and they say it in a way to imply that the rest of the world if full of horrible people.  So, I wonder what their lives and experiences were like where they came from.  My experience is that there are a lot of nice people in America.  I have a delightful, kind, and loving family.  I’m the crankiest person in my family.  I have some wonderful friends that would bend over backwards to take care of those they love.  And I have met so many kind and wonderful strangers along the way that were just kind because that’s who they are, not because they were my friend or family.  What if Thai people aren’t any different than American people or European people or any other people?  What if the entire planet has a fairly evenly distributed amount of nice and not so nice people?  What if one day you are one of the nice people and the next you are not?  What if this is just part of being human and not part of being Thai or Chinese or French……?

The other point of inquiry is that over the years I’ve worked on this issue where I feel the need for revenge.  I want those that have wronged me to see that they wronged me and to feel horrible about it deep in their bones for the rest of their lives.  I know where this comes from and I also know that life will never happen that way.  Even if it did, it wouldn’t solve anything.  The horrible injustice will never be undone with revenge or regret.  It will never be undone – period.  I cannot undo my past.  Being here in a high school has brought this up often.  I haven’t written about it yet because it comes up and I notice it and say, “hmmm, there it is again”, but nothing shifts.  Nothing new has been learned yet that I could share.  As all this drama is happening with Pat and I feel fear for my safety, this revenge thing comes up.  It’s a reaction to not feeling safe.  At some point, I realize I actually have the power to take revenge.  This woman has set me up to fail many times.  She is a huge part of why I’m not loving it here.  She might very well be a huge part of why no Western teacher will stay here for long.  I have the opportunity to point that out.  I actually have the opportunity for revenge that would get the desired result.  I  would never do this because I do understand that she’s not setting me up to fail on purpose – she’s just in over her head and managing two Western teachers, a whole department and teaching is stressful.  And, most people would struggle in her position.  But, if I think back, I’ve never taken a revenge opportunity either because I understood it would do no good in the long run or because I don’t want to be the bad person or because my mother taught me to be nice.  What if the reaction of wanting revenge whenever I feel unsafe doesn’t go away because I’ve never taken revenge?  Sure, I’ve said mean things in anger and I’ve done a half-assed job of creating drama that kinda of looks like revenge.  But, I’ve never committed fully to the point of irreparable damage.  If I did, would I then be free of feeling the craving for revenge?  What happens if I take this current opportunity handed to me?  What happens if I don’t?  The answer is that neither choice will change anything.  Really committing and going all in on the revenge might cure me of ever wanting revenge again or it might not.  We won’t find out because I can’t do it.  Suck it up and pretend nothing ever bothers me doesn’t work either.  I’ve been doing that my whole life.  So, there’s a third answer.  I can’t quite tell you what the third answer is.  I can kind of see it.  It’s just over there in a mist, a mist that keeps me from seeing it fully.  But since things are shifting and dissolving in my life, I’m sure that mist will lift in the near future and I can share that third answer with you then.

Random Thoughts Time

Time for some more random observations.

The canteen at school is the cafeteria.  It consists of some stalls with food sellers in them.  There are 4 or 5 food sellers and a 3 or 4 sugary drink sellers.  I started trying the sugary drinks because I like sugary drinks.  In theory, the blue one should be the best because blue sugary things usually are.  It was horrible.  Then I tried the purple – it was grape – not my favorite.  Then I tried pink – strawberry (pronounced stabureeeeeeeee).  It’s so delicious.  I’ve been getting it at lunch for a couple months now.  I started noticing that after lunch I would be so tired that I wanted to just nap.  I assumed it was the heat.  But, now that it’s not as hot, I still notice it.  The last time I had strawberry drink, I also got a headache so bad I thought I might have to go to the hospital, but I was too tired to ask for help.  I have concluded that although it is quite tasty, strawberry drink is indeed toxic and it tried to kill me.  I have switched to over sugared coffee (pronounced gaffe).

There is a teacher here who is a short man who is always smiling and has so much energy.  I’m pretty sure he gets more done in a day than I do in a week.  This is the energizer bunny.  I started noticing that he giggles after almost everything he says, maybe after everything he says.  It is really delightful.  I think the world would be a better place if everyone giggled after they spoke.

The game, Clue, is almost impossible to explain how to play.  After an entire half hour of trying to explain how to play it, I was still getting blank stares as if they were saying, “and how is this fun”?  The Thai co-teacher’s brain was about to explode as she didn’t understand either.  All I could think was how when I was a kid we would play this game for hours and hours and hours.  You couldn’t drag us away from it.

I started packing – trying to figure out what I will need for the next 3 months, what I will need if I find a job in SE Asia and what needs to be mailed home.  The only conclusions I have come up with are: 1.  The giant suitcase I came over with is ridiculous and I will go mad if I have to drag that around for 3 months, and 2.  I have way too much stuff.

Some of my students have made me stuff.  I got a paper cat which I posted a picture of a little while ago, two cards and some paper flowers.  They yellow rose is quite an amazing piece of artwork – see picture below.  This is the part I will miss – the students.

There is artwork all over some of the classrooms.  They love minions and one wall has the zodiac signs in minions.  I’ve looked at it a million times and then one day I noticed for the first time that the Capricorn (my sign) is the purple frizzy haired minion.  Awesome.

Ton (the Chinese language teacher) has been feeding a puppy.  Even though he doesn’t let the puppy in his house, he says it’s his new dog.  He named the dog ice cream.  Now ice cream hangs out at school during the day waiting for Ton.

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Photo Fest

Got up yesterday morning ready for a day of “relaxing” Thai style.  I decided to eat my salad for breakfast since I’m sure breakfast will not resemble breakfast.  Noi told me “No.  There’s breakfast”.  She left for breakfast pouting.  I went down later to get coffee.  I had some toast too.  I was right though. The choices for breakfast were toast, boiled rice or fried rice.  I’m still just shocked at the amount of rice consumed here.

The resort we are staying at is pretty.  It has lots of little statues everywhere.  I think this is a common Thai thing.  Some of the statues should be re-painted or trashed as they have fell into great disrepair.  This seems to be a common Thai thing too.  A lot of things seems to not have the proper cleaning, upkeep, repair or maintenance.

After breakfast it was photo fest.  Photos on the stairs with the sheep.  Photos by the phone booth.  Photos photos photos.  When you take a photo, you have to have everyone in it if you can.  Then you have to know what to do with your hands. When I got to Thailand, the thing was to do the peace sign next to your face.  That is still an acceptable pose, but isn’t the “in” thing anymore.  Now, it’s tiny hearts.  You put your first finger and thumb together as if you are holding a tiny heart by the point.  Or, at least that’s what I think they mean by tiny hearts.  And jazz hands seems to be making a comeback.

We got into vans and went up Doi Inthanon.  Doi Inthanon is Thailands highest mountain.  The top is at 8415 feet elevation.  Our resort was near the base of the mountain.  There were many flower sellers at the gate to the park.  You could buy flowers to give as offerings at the temple at the top.  It cost 300 baht for foreigners to get in and 50 baht for locals.  The van struggled going up.  Everyone in my van opened the windows to feel the cold.  They were oohing and ahhing at the cold which wasn’t actually cold yet.  Then we came upon a heavy mist.  Then the temperature dropped.  The temperature at the top was 48 degrees and the mist never let up.  I was soaked by the time we were done with the photo shoot up there.  The top was had a gift shop, a small shrine and a walkway.  Then we drove a short distance to the temple which was two pagodas and some gardens.  I think there was a great overlook too, but there was too much mist to see anything.  More photos. I’m angry with Teva.  They use to make the most wonderful shoes.  This last pair I bought has tried to kill me so many times.  The slightest wetness and they become so slippery.  I barely made it down the pagoda steps.  Your prices went up, but your quality went down – shame on you Teva.

After Doi Inthanon, we went to a market that had some fresh food, but mostly dried fruit.  Then it was off to The Royal Agricultural Station.  It is this huge complex of mountain side greenhouses and farms.  A very small part of it is like a botanic gardens that you can visit.  It was beautiful.  The temperature was still cool and the sun was shining again.  There was a cool breeze.  It was peaceful.  I took a ton of photos of flowers.  Can I just live here?  I don’t want to leave.  But, I didn’t have a choice in the situation so we took the vans back to the resort to get on the bus.  Next stop was another market.  I’ll call this one pork rind market.  More pork rinds than I thought physically possible.  There were also vats of things that looked pickled but smelled like death.  I stayed at the market for 2 minutes tops.  I couldn’t handle the smell.

Then we went to the previous School Director’s house for a party in honor of the teacher who is retiring.  As the bus turned on to the tiny road it took down at least 5 powerlines and just kept driving.  Local Thai roads are called Sois and are the width of an alley.  I couldn’t drive a bus down one of these.  This was one of the nicest houses I’ve seen in Thailand and it still had an outdoor kitchen.  It was small by USA standards, but the nicest place I’ve seen since I’ve gotten here.  People were already singing karaoke when I got there.  They couldn’t have gotten there more than one minute ahead of me.  They must have made a bee line for the karaoke.  Yes, it was karaoke on the bus up to the party too.  The only time there wasn’t karaoke was during the speeches and photos.  There was a tray of hors d’oeuvres brought out.  One of the items was sliced century eggs.  I’ve read about these and seen them at the market.  I haven’t had the nerve to try them.  Now they were sitting in front of me.  Now was my chance to try a slice and not be committed to the whole egg.  The preserve the egg for weeks or months in a mixture of clay, ash, salt, quicklime and rice hulls.  The white of the eggs turns to a dark brown translucent jelly.  The yolk turns black, brown and orange.  I stared at them for a least a half hour.  In the end, I chickened out (pun intended).  I did not eat the century egg.  The dessert was the one where they put jelly, fruit, pinto beans and ice in milk.  I don’t get it.  Someone asked if I wanted a whiskey – yes.  They kept my glass full.  Noi had 2 glasses and was all red faced and said she felt tipsy.  She couldn’t figure out how I seemed normal when I had 3 glasses.  I laughed.  I’m sure I had at least 8. Granted, they are the smallest glasses known to man and she’s half my size.  It just made me tired.

There was an awkward conversation where one of the teachers asked me why I wanted to leave.  How do I explain that I am tired of living in that house when hers is probably not as nice as mine?  How do I explain that I’m tired of being left in the dark about everything?  How do I explain that there’s nothing to do and I have no social life?  I tried to explain that I worked all the time and was lonely.  Not sure if that was a good enough explanation.  If I had felt more welcome back in February, maybe things would have gone differently on that subject.  I don’t feel unwelcome here, but I don’t feel part of the community either.  Yes, I enjoyed the weekend, but come Monday I know it will be back to working constantly.  And the next time they get together to have a meal or watch tv or do whatever it is people do here, I won’t be invited.  What do they think I do in the evenings – hang out with my other 40 friends?

Back on the bus – karaoke all the way home.  I think we probably had 8 hours of karaoke today.  I know why I dislike Thai music.  It all sounds like karaoke music.  Thai music and karaoke sound like a 13-year-old just got electronic keyboards for Christmas and composed 400 songs.

Today I had been invited to go to another district to watch teachers set up for some conference.  It was going to be all day and evening.  Tip had also invited me to hang out with her.  I decided to do laundry and hang out with Tip.  Then when I contacted Tip, she was busy doing homework.  So, what did I stay home for?  I would have been exhausted if I had gone to the set up thing, but I still wish I had gone.

Ok, here is only a small selection of photos:

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This statue will give me nightmares

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Study Tour

Earlier in the week, Thompien asked me to do something with her on Sunday, but I have no idea what.  Pat was trying to explain what it was and I told Pat I thought some of the teachers were going to Chiang Mai for the weekend.  Noi had told me we were going for a retirement party.  Pat then tells me that everyone is going to Lampang to visit a school and then to Chaing Mai.  I thought we were leaving after school, but now I find out there is no school on Friday and that all the teachers are going and leaving at 7:30am.  Thanks Noi.  I would have shown up for school at 8:00am by myself.  Also, Noi never told me I had to dress to visit a school or how many nights we were saying.  When I asked her about this, she laughed at me like I am stupid and told me she told me all this already.  She did not.  This thing where she’s nice one second and almost rude the next is getting a little old.  I keep trying to tell myself it’s just information lost in translation.

So, I get on the bus in the morning.  Noi gets there a little later and asks me why I didn’t sit up front.  She likes to sit up front.  I told her all the seats were taken.  She said I should have gotten there earlier.  Yea, off to a great start early in the morning.  Most of the teachers are giddy.  They are so excited about going for relaxation.  I doubt there will be any relaxation on this trip.  It’s fun to watch how excited everyone is. It’s also nice to see everyone in one place, not working.  Well, some of it is work.  We are going to visit a school that scores in the top ten for test scored every year.  Noi called it a study trip.  She asked if that was the correct thing to call it.  I think it would be called a trip to visit another school.  She didn’t like this answer so we are going on a study trip.

As soon as the bus took off, two teachers got on microphones and started talking.  At first I assumed it was to fill everyone in on the itinerary.  But they kept talking and laughing.  It sounded more like a comedy duo team.  They talked for at least a half hour, maybe an hour.  I got out my computer and started working on some stuff.  Noi couldn’t handle it and took off to the front of the bus.

It was interesting arriving at the school.  This school has over 5,000 students.  Ours might have 500.  It looks like a real school and seems so modern compared to ours.  We went into a conference room where we met with the directors of the school.  There was so much pride, excitement, and a feeling that something bigger is going on here.  They did introductions, speeches, a video presentation, and giving of gifts (with the obligatory photos, of course).  They served us coffee and a trio of gelatinous snacks.  Then we went off in different directions.  All those of us in the language department went off to the foreign language building.  They pushed me and Robin into a teacher’s office where there was one Westerner and they told us to go talk to our friend.  He was as unprepared for this meeting as we were.  The three of us chatted for a little bit.  The teacher had only been there a month so he didn’t have much information and I had no idea what information I was supposed to get anyway.  I left and couldn’t find anyone but Noi.  She was waiting in the hall for me.  We tried to find the others, but when we couldn’t we set off looking for the guidance department.  Noi is in charge of guidance at our school so she wanted to ask some questions.  The only people in the guidance department were students.  Noi made them pose for a picture even thought they didn’t want to.  Their students seem larger than ours.  Then the school fed us lunch and we got back on the bus.  Some teachers left with pamphlets.  There was no studying.  How could anyone have learned anything about teaching better from this?  How is this going to make our school better?  It was more like a “see how great our school is” trip instead of a study trip.  I know why their school does better – most of their “advanced” students came from international schools.  This school gets a lot of money from somewhere and therefore has better facilities – the science classroom I saw looked like a real science classroom.

Of course, the second the bus takes off it’s karaoke time.  We are on a two story bus and Noi comes up from downstairs and tells me I need to go downstairs because they are gambling.  She knows I use to work at a casino so not only do I know how to play cards, I know how to cheat too.  I’m not sure how that correlation happened, but I go with it.  Gambling is illegal in Thailand so this was surprising.  Downstairs was set up like a little lounge with a table and the seats all around it.  I sat there for a couple hours watching.  It took about 6 or 7 rounds of the game to figure out how to play the game, mostly.  This is far more fun that karaoke.  If people liked to I said I’d play with them later as we arrived at our next location.

We visited a temple.  We all had to take songtheaws from the place where the bus to could park up to the temple. There’s a big Buddha, some ornate buildings and a pagoda.  We walked by 3 gongs.  People were rubbing the gongs.  Noi read the sign.  Whatever your age, put that amount of money in the collection box, then rub the gong that many times and make a wish.  There were also bells to ring for good luck and flowers to buy for offerings and the big balls like I had seen at other temples.  Only, these balls, people were putting gold leaf on them.  I’m still floored by the amount of things to do or ways to give offerings at temples.  There was also ice cream so that’s where I hung out the rest of the time.

After the temple we went to the farang mall (foreigner mall).  It was exactly like an outdoor mall in Colorado with American stores.  I didn’t see many foreigners there, mostly Thais taking pictures everywhere.  I really had no interest going into any of the stores.  I’ll be moving soon and already have too much stuff.  They made me go in stores though.  In one store, it was all technical athletic wear (I love this stuff) and they were playing electronica music that I like.  Everyone was looking at all the funny shoes and clothes – of course, most Thais don’t like to exercise or be in the sun so water shoes you can hike in must look strange.  It made me miss home so much I almost started crying in the store.  I want to buy all the shoes and clothing and build a fort out of them and crawl inside and never come out.  I had seen a picture of lasagna so I then went on the hunt for lasagna.  I found an open air food court with no lasagna.  Pat was there and showed me the place her friend owns and said I have to buy something.  So, I got a salad to go for later.  Pat got a burger and insisted I try it.  It was horrible, but since it’s a burger, I should like it.

Then we went to the resort.  It’s a huge resort with tons of little cabins and many meeting rooms/karaoke rooms.  My roommate is Noi.  I tried to pre-eat knowing the food the place would serve would probably be too spicy.  Noi wouldn’t let me eat my salad because there would be dinner.  I tried to explain the concept of eating something I liked instead, but it didn’t work.  We got to the dinner place and the karaoke had already started.  There was a buffet with literally nothing except rice that was safe for me.  I think I’m getting less use to spicy food, not more use to it.  Can you have an allergy to chili peppers?  I was going to go back and eat my salad, but too late, Noi had already asked one of the servers to see if the kitchen would make me an omelet and soup.  They brought me an omelet and soup – enough for 3 people.  I went from nothing I could eat to way too much food.  Then there were speeches about the teacher that was retiring.  I find it odd that there are so many speeches, but that most people just have conversations at their tables during the speeches.  They don’t whisper or try to hide the fact that they aren’t listening to the speeches.  It’s weird to me.  One of the things that I loved was watching the teacher hug one of his best friends during his whole speech.  I think that is one thing we just don’t do well in America – male bonding with out all the strange heterosexual rules of proper behavior to make sure you don’t appear gay.

Then a ton of photos.  I avoided karaoke for a while sitting outside making phone calls, but I knew there was no way to just sneak off to my room since Noi had the only key.  At least 10 people had said “YMCA” or “Sing a song” to me so I danced for a while, sang YMCA and danced a little more.  Noi was having so much fun I didn’t want to drag her away.  I asked if I could have the key, but she said she was ok to go.  It was 11:30 and they were going to close the room down at midnight anyway.  Other than not letting me eat my salad for dinner, Noi made a pretty good roommate.  Our room had koi fish painted all over the walls so it looked like you were in a koi pond.  This was wonderful.

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Modern school buildings

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Another big Buddha

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Overlook to Chiang Mai
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These ball things again
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Ha!  The giant on the left is sleeping instead of guarding

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