Last Day of Sport Day

At breakfast yesterday, I ordered an iced latte with my food. The lady asked why I wanted an iced latte when it’s so cold out.  It was probably around 78 degrees.  I laughed and told her it wasn’t cold.  I thought it felt wonderful.  I texted Tip and Ging when I got my bus ticket to see if one of them could pick me up.  I didn’t hear from either one for over an hour so then I texted Noi.  She said she’d pick me up and I told her I’d buy her dinner.  She said ok.  What?  Was Noi actually going to let me buy her dinner?  She picked me up, but was kind of prickly.  She’s been this way a lot lately where she’s snide and laughs at everything I say.  Not a “you’re funny” laugh, but more of a “you’re so stupid” laugh.  She was this way again.  Then she took me home, no dinner.  Huh, you agree to dinner and then just pretend it never happened.  I’m not sure what is going on.  Maybe it’s all just lost in translation, but the energy I’m reading tells a different story.  I’m not even sure how to bring it up or if it will do any good.  Typically, if a Thai person is upset with you, they won’t admit it.  They’ll just smile and say it’s all good.

As I mentioned before, Sport Day is three days long.  I missed the first two days because I was in Chiang Mai, but I got to attend the last day.  I was a few minutes late leaving the house.  I got to school and there was no one there except 3 or 4 teachers and maybe 10 students.  Does school start later today?  Finally, I find Pat and she says we need to go watch the parade.  Oh, so that’s where everyone is.  So, when did the parade start?  I must be really late.  I thought we might go somewhere to watch the parade, no, she meant watch it from the school gate.  So, I went out to the street in front of the school and watched them march back into school.  It was kind of like the Sports Day I saw back in February, but smaller.  This was just our school.  The last one had been all the schools in the area.  The girls leading each group were dressed to the hilt with makeup, done up hair, high high heels and tiny dresses. Then there were others in traditional Thai clothing.  And the rest in their sport clothes.  There were banners too.  They were divided into 5 colors and these were the teams for the three days.  Once everyone was on the field, the teachers had to all go down to the field for pictures.  Wow, they take so many pictures and once again, I have no idea what they do with these pictures.  The teachers were all in a dark blue color.  Thanks for the heads up.  How difficult would it have been for someone to tell me?  Some of the students were in the same color.  I think they were the ones not competing, but helping with set up and logistics.  Today was all about cheering and running.  There was a tent in the middle of the field.  Students would run out from the tent to bring water to the runners and they’d fan the runners with straw hats when their race was done.  Sports day has a fluffer tent!  There were quite a few students who almost fainted after their race.  Have they not trained for this?  Then again, if I had to run, I would definitely had fainted.  It was so hot today.  How could it be so pleasant yesterday and miserable today?  I spent most of the day trying not to move and wondering if I would make it.  I looked around me in dismay.  So many people were wearing hoodies and most of the teachers and students were wearing long sleeves made out of sweater material.  Sweat was just pouring off me as I sat still in the shade praying for a breeze.  I just don’t understand.

Not only was I hot, but I was bored.  I went up to the school building and tried to help with making lunch, but everyone seemed to have their duties and there wasn’t much for me to do.  Noi was making a chicken dish.  She made two – one would be not spicy.  Right before she was ready to mix the not spicy one, she dumped a bunch of pepper in it.  I asked if I could have some before she mixed the pepper in.  She looked me in the face, said not spicy, mixed it and then filled up a bowl for me.  Wtf?  She told me to eat it.  I tried a bite and it tried to take the tip of my tongue off.  I put the bowl down and walked away.  Now the only thing left for me to eat is fried chicken and rice.  I almost went home to make lunch there when Pom found me and started trying to feed me.  So I ate fried chicken and rice with her.

After lunch there was a teacher – alumni football game.  Q was playing.  Q doesn’t even walk across to the other side of school – he rides his motor bike if it’s longer than a 50 second walk.  He’s playing football – that involves running.  There was no breeze, I had a huge headache and I wasn’t sure I was going to make it to 4:00.  Noi called me and asked me if I wanted to go get coffee.  I figured the caffeine might help the headache and I could sit in the air-conditioned car for a little bit.  I might live after all.  She acted all normal and told me next weekend all the teachers are going to Chiang Mai for the weekend for one of the teacher’s retirement party.  They booked a resort and I was going too. Ok, well at least I got more than a half day’s warning on this one.

The rest of the afternoon was the awards.  It was fun to watch.  Each group went nuts when they won an award.  So much screaming and dancing.  Then two representatives from the team would come up to get the award and a giant bag of junk food.  Then they would take photos of receiving the trophy and junk food.  I’ve notice that it is very important to get a photo anytime something is given to you.  I think this says a lot about how the act of giving is so important to Thai people.  I don’t think it matters much what is being given so much as the act of giving is important (and the getting it captured in a photo).

That cold shower was awesome today.  After school, it was the first thing I did!

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“Around the World in 1 Book”  Books 1 and 2

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Bugs

It rained and cooled down last night.  What a relief to be able to sleep.  I was able to sleep until 7:00am and toss and turn and complain until 8:30am.  Even though I was complaining, I was grateful that it wasn’t too hot and I could lay in bed and complain until 8:30.  I swept my bedroom floor this morning.  Even though it was cleaned the other day, it’s a disaster again – lots of bugs and mouse poop.  I swept the rest of the house too – same thing.  I just might have to sweep every day.

I worked on lesson plans at school.  I don’t like doing lesson plans especially when I have no curriculum or any idea what they are learning in the rest of their English classes.  I feel so unprepared and unqualified for this job.  The main office has air conditioning.  It doesn’t work real well, but my house is uninhabitable during the day so it was great.  I was there most of the day and got hardly anything done.  I don’t know what happened.  I feel like that most days.  Nothing gets done and I don’t know where the day went.  I think I move slower in the heat?  Maybe?  I blame the heat.

I went to the pool with Tip and her kids tonight.  Yay!  A pool!  You have to pay to get in the pool and the water was very warm, but I was covered in water so I don’t care.  I definately felt out of place as most people just stared at me and no one really smiled.  The pool is at the hotel.  We ate at the hotel restaurant after.  It reminded me of Laura, the missionary that use to live here.  She liked to eat at that restaurant.  I miss her.  My salad had lots of dead ants in it.  I picked out a ton before I just gave up and decided I wasn’t very hungry.  Tip asked what I was doing and I showed her the ants.  She didn’t seem too affected by it.  On the way home Tip asked how much money I make.  I wish I hadn’t told her.  I make more than a dentist makes.  Now I feel uncomfortable.

Several times today and quite a few times in the past I have heard scurrying sounds in my walls.  The janitor didn’t come to fix the rest of the holes today.  I know a mouse or tokay or both are living in the walls.  I don’t like this.  It’s ridiculously hot in my house so my only option is to sit in my bed with the fan on.  The fan only helps slightly.  It’s blowing very hot air on me, but I think that’s still better than no air flow.  I’m told if I want air conditioning I have to pay half.  I have no issue with that, but I wonder how long it will take to get it bought and installed.  I was told they have to fix the school cafeteria first.  I have no idea what that means.  I wish I had just agreed to it two months ago.  Maybe it would already be installed.  I don’t know what I was thinking, thinking I might be able to handle it with out air conditioning.

I have now shook out my sheets 3 times tonight.  I’m in the bug net, but my sheets are covered in bugs.  I suppose I’m covered in bugs.  I swept the bedroom floor again, but to no avail – the bottoms of my feet are now caked with dead bugs.

The company that is leasing my car is not making the car payments. This is ruining my credit.  The guy renting my house says he wants to buy it, but hasn’t made an offer so I need to decide if I’m putting it on the market or not.  I feel trapped.  If I come back to Colorado at the end of a year, I won’t be able to buy a car and I won’t have a house or I’ll have a house I can’t afford the payments on.  I’m having trouble seeing how this is all going to be ok.  I’m sure this is part of the lesson of learning to trust life and go with the flow of life, but it’s difficult to trust when all of this is going on.

I’m having a real hard time staying present and non-judgmental.  This whole blog feels like a pity party, but that’s part of writing an honest blog.  I’ve been thinking a lot today about how much I’ve taken for granted living in America.  I know somewhere I’m learning and this is all part of awakening, but I’m not loving what is today.  I just feel broken.  Broken, sweaty and covered in bugs.

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Hot

It’s so hot.  I looked at the weather forcast and it’s in the high 90s.  It’s supposed to get up to 105 three days in a row.  I’m going to die.  I stayed at Tip’s house last night.  I came home around 9:30 am and went into my house to get a few things.  Within 10 minutes I was completely soaked.  All the rat poison I left out was gone except in my bedroom.  However something ripped the window screen off one of my bedroom windows.  What on earth is strong enough to do that and where is it now?

I went into school and worked on lesson plans.  Pat had said she’d help me with lesson plans, but when I go there, I got “up to you”.  I’m beginning to hate that phrase.  It basically means there is a right answer, but I’m not going to tell you what it is.  I’m almost done with the first month of lesson plans.  I should be done tomorrow so that will make me feel better.  There is a room at the school that is always open.  Pat said if my house gets too hot, I can use that room to hang out in and turn on the fans.  It’s not air conditioned, but way cooler than my house.  I’ll probably hang out there tomorrow.

The janitor came over and boarded up some of the holes – the ones between my house and Q’s house.  He has to finish the others tomorrow.  I’m glad he started with those as I noticed Q’s windows were open and he has no screens – this might be one of of the ways the critters get in.  I assume he’s home and opened them or someone is airing out his place before he gets home.  But now I don’t know which side of the wall the critters ended up on.  Are they stuck in my house or his?  I sprayed bug spray into all the dark places and put out more rat poison just for good measure.  I have seen two tokays tonight on the outside of my screens, but I’m still not happy because I’m thinking they might be big enough to have broken the screen upstairs and they might do it again.  One is staring into my bedroom as I write this.

It rained.  I went outside and just stood in it.  One of the other teachers and I were talking and she kept trying to get me to stand under cover, but I wouldn’t.  The rain isn’t hot.  Then I sat on the front “porch” and listened.  So many things started making noise after the rain stopped.  It was almost deafening.  There is a lot going on in the woods.  It’s great when it’s going on “over there” and not in my house.  I took video of it so you could here all the noises, but I don’t think it picked up the noises so now you just get a video of what it looks like from my front porch.

It’s been like a ghost town around here.  I haven’t seen another teacher or student in the housing area and no cars or motorbikes parked out front.  The teacher I mentioned above was the first.  She just got back today.  I heard some other people talking a little later in the evening.  I bet more will arrive tomorrow too.  I imagine they are going through what I just went through, cleaning out the disaster that moved into their houses.  The only difference is they are probably use to it and it doesn’t make them want to run away.

I was going to go to the pool with Tip, but she had to cancel.  I came home and washed all the dishes instead.  I also made dinner.  It was no where near as fun as the pool, but I felt a lot better after knowing the dishes were clean.  I think just getting back into a routine will help with the culture shock a lot.  I feel quite a bit better after doing the dishes.

Now I’m sitting inside the semi safety of my bug net.  I’m marveling at the amount of bugs that are not kept out by the bug net.  I’m thinking it’s time to turn off the light and attempt sleeping.  I think I’m going to go turn the light on in the other bedroom so maybe the tokays will hang out on those window screens instead of my bedroom.  Seems logical.

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Better…No…Yes…Wait, No. I don’t know

It was nice to sleep in a cool, clean room last night instead of my dirty house.  But I didn’t sleep well because I just kept thinking of how much work I have tomorrow trying  to clean and block things up.

Tip told me she had someone to help clean my house today and told me how much they wanted to get paid – deal!  The school janitor came over today to look at blocking up some of the holes in the house.  He said he could do it tomorrow.  Yay!  I did laundry and hung out at Tip’s house the rest of the day.  Yet, I still don’t feel better.

A conversation with Tip confused me.  She was asking if I knew anyone else that could help clean the house or if I could ask Pat to find someone to help.  So, were the people she though would help now not able to?  The rest of the conversation confused me and got way lost in translation.  Of course, I can’t speak Thai so I’m no help.  By the end of the conversation I was pretty sure someone is showing up at 4:00pm, but who knows?  After this I just wanted to get on an airplane and cry the whole way back to the US.  But there are no taxis here and no airport so I’m stuck.  I wonder why this I feel so bad.  I know that even though I  have no idea what’s going on, someone will clean my house today.  It’s like riding the bus with vague directions.  It doesn’t seem like it will work, but it works.  So, I question why I feel like fleeing.  Then it hits me, I’m going through culture shock again.  I’ve been gone for 2 months and I wasn’t here long enough before for this to feel like home.  I feel like a burden.  I feel stupid for not being able to speak Thai.  I don’t like a living quality below what I had in the US.  It’s so hot I can barely move.  All of this is being blown out of proportion into despair because of culture shock – too many things at once.

I went to the market at 3:00.  I love the market.  It scares me because I get so many strange looks and I have no idea what most people are saying to me.  I just smile.  It scares me because of all the strange food – not just the scary food like frogs in a bucket, but I have no idea if I will like that veggie or fruit or how to cook it.  I can ask how much and understand the answer, but that’s about it.  I love the feel of the market and knowing the person I’m paying is probably the person that grew the food.  I felt a little better after the market.

After the market, two ladies showed up at Tip’s house and followed me to mine to clean it!  See, why didn’t I trust.  At some point I pulled a black trash bag out from under the stairs.  It has been there since I moved in.  It moved.  I screamed.  One of the ladies grabbed it, took it outside and beat it with a broom handle until it stopped moving.  I didn’t look in the bag, but she confirmed it was a tokay.  So now my house is clean and the tokay is gone.  I did some more laundry and ate some celebratory ice cream.

As I’m sitting outside the 7-11 eating my ice cream a couple ladies walk by.  One asks me something and I look sadly at her since I have no idea what she asked.  She then asks me in English where I am from.  I tell her America.  She asks  how long I am here.  I explain I am teaching and will be here until September.  She asks if I am teaching at Sam Ngao Witt, which I am.  Then she asks me if I will come visit her at her house some time.  She points down the road and tells me it’s way down the road.  It’s the orange house.  I told her I would.  She makes me promise.  I don’t even know her name, but I’ve been invited to her house.

I’m so hot that I don’t know if taking a shower will do any good.  My plan is to take a shower, crawl into bed with the fan on and don’t move.  I can work on my computer and try to sleep.  I get a text from Tip telling me it’s hot and I should stay at her place again.  I feel bad having them take care of me.  I feel grateful at the same time.  As I’m coming downstairs to shower, I see a huge tokay.  I’m not sure if I can even get down the stairs.  He’s not blocking the stairs – he’s on the window screen.  I’m sure he won’t jump out and attack me, but still……I take a couple pictures, of course.  I manage to get down the stairs.  I want to open the window screen and shue him out, but I just can’t get that close.  I abandon the plan and go to Tip’s house.  I am done.  I don’t know if I can do this for 5 months – no ac and a never ending supply of large lizzards.

I showed the pictures to Ging and Tip and asked if this is normal to have these in your house.  They said yes.  Ging sees them in her house all the time.  “If you chase one out, another comes in”.  So, now I want to run away and cry again.

It did motivate me to apply for Antarctica jobs again.  I should have been working on lesson plans, but I suck at making lesson plans so I searched the Antarctica jobs instead.  They get posted in March so I’m a bit late to the game.  Right now cold and very few (no?) bugs or tokays sounds amazing!

 

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So much yuck

I got home around 5:30pm.  I’m glad it was still daylight when I got home as it would have been extra creepy in the dark.  It’s completely disgusting.  There is a thick layer of yuck on everything.  The refrigerator was half ice.  I’ve never seen so many spider webs before, of course complete with large spiders.  There are geckos everywhere.  No sight of tokays though.  They obviously are not doing a good job or they don’t eat spiders.  There is mouse poop on everything.  None of the bags of food have been touched, but a bag of instant noodles had ants in it.  There are ants all over the house.  The bathroom was a war zone.  One of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen.  I’m not sure what was pooping in there – frogs?  Something ate holes through the screen doors upstairs. I’m not sure why I need screen doors upstairs anyway, but I don’t want to think about what decided eating screen was a good idea.  My favorite flip flops were eaten.  Something ate through the straps and chewed huge chunks out of the soles.  There were quite a few bug wings on the floor upstairs.  My bed has ants in it, not many, but enough that I won’t be able to sleep because that’s all I’ll be able to think about.  The bug net save my bed from being a total disaster.  My closet seemed to be ok.  I went around with a can of bug spray and sprayed all the spiders, some roaches and under the stairs.  I cleaned the bathroom since it was the worst.  I was sweating soooooo bad.  I don’t know if I will survive the heat.  I turned off the refrigerator and opened the door – old fashioned defrost method.  I asked Tip if she knew anyone that could help me clean tomorrow and if I could borrow clean sheets.  Her cleaning lady may be able to help me tomorrow.  I’m now at her house.  They are going to let me stay here tonight.  So, I’m now clean and I feel human again.  I sitting here having a conversation with a furby.  Tip’s daughter set the talking toy in front of me and then left the room.  Tomorrow I plan to get some more cleaning supplies and bug spray.  Tomorrow I go to war.

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