Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Ben ingilizce hoca!

Yesterday was my first day of school.  I ambled into the office at about quarter to nine and made myself a coffee.  We had the morning to plan and students were to arrive for afternoon classes.  Because I am new to the university, I was assumed to be a 'support' teacher, meaning I am not responsible for a 'homeroom', but just to teach the subjects.  'Main' teachers are responsible for teaching the students for the majority of their lessons and serve as their 'homeroom' teacher.  Support teachers were not responsible for teaching on the first day of school, so I was ready for another day of hanging out at my desk, getting my lessons ready.  As a wandered into class, coffee in hand, I discover that I have been promoted to main teacher, I have my own class, and um, by the way, I'm teaching THIS AFTERNOON.  Um....wow.  Ok.  Super.  I am used to running my own classroom, and micro-managing the lives for 19 ten-year-olds, so having extra responsibility is not a big deal.  I guess I just wasn't really ready.  Ashamedly, I wasn't even dressed nicely for the first day of school.  That's right, I'm actually wearing 'slacker pants' (jeans) and a nice top, which is actually considered fine in the university's dress code, but STILL, I would have put a little more effort forth had I have known I was meeting my students for the first day.

This was these guys FIRST day of university and it's in their second language...a language that's necessary to continue their studies at this super-prestigeous university.  Can you imagine how excited/nervous/scared and possibly terrified they might be?  One of my co-workers told me that when my students met me, it was the first time they'd have ever met a foreigner (Turkish people generaly don't get around much) aside from seeing them on tv (I was wondering if they watch Friends re-runs, too).  So, in steps a blonde haired, green eyed, pale skinned foriegn girl from Canada who only speaks English.  I can only imagine their fear.  Did I mention that my students are what we call 'elementary' in the ESL world?  They are beginners who have had a little exposure.  They seem to know basic chunks of language, such as 'Where are you from?', 'I am from Ankara'.

My 'getting to know you' activities kind of fail, but we made it though.  I discover that one of my students went to high school in France, so he speaks fluent French.  Score!  I can now have a conversation with one of my students.  When there is MAJOR confusion, we can communicate in French and he can translate to Turkish for my students.  I try not to abuse this brilliant coincidence, however, because they are here to study English.  However, for mass confusion on the first couple days, Turkish explanations are acceptable.

I have 19 lovely, smart, mature students.  They do not talk out of turn, they do not spit on each other, they do not throw pencils or chairs, they do not run away down the fire escape and I somehow doubt that my restraint training (that I had to know for my Emotional Behavioral Disordered children in England) will come in handy here.  Nope, I doubt very much I'll need to pin one of these guys to the floor.  My students speak to me with respect, they wait patiently, they listen to each other and they don't whine.

What was I doing in England? 

Why haven't I come here sooner?

Monday, September 13, 2010

rockin' the cradle of civilization

You're looking out onto rock formations from the beginning of time!  And please, check out the color of the sky :)  I still get excited everyday when I go for weeks without seeing so much as a cloud.  Let those foolios live in England, I like the sun!
Turkish people celebrate the end of Ramadan with Seker Bayram (Festival of Sugar), which means an extra long weekend where Turks go on holiday or spend time with their family and eat lots of chocolate.  We had Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off work, so new foreign teachers went to Cappadocia on holiday.

We left on Thursday morning and arrived in Cappadocia in early afternoon.  After lunch at a pretty park we walked through a little village (if you could call one dusty hill full of shacks a village) to a church built into a rock that remained from the 11th century.  This particular church was not even protected or being restored by the government, we could just walk right and and touch the ancient frescos.  I briefly though about chisling out the last supper fresco for my living room, since I am redecorating, but thought better of it.

Next up, we went to an underground city.  Inhabitants of Cappadocia from the Bronze age built these underground cities to escape volcanoes and wild animals, and the cities were also used by Christians to escape from Roman soldiers in times of war.  Sometimes people lived underground for 9 months at a time, but don't worry they made their own wine so I imagine they passed the time pretty easily.

Cave houses.  Yup, someone actually carved this out using a spoon.
After supper at our hotel we went into a little town where we had drinks on the roof of a cave bar, and Laurel and I bought some pretty pashminas from a little shop.

The next day we went on a very long hike through these 11 century ruins.  There were tons of caves that housed pigeons.  I'm not sure why people in the 11th century bothered to carve holes out of massive pieces of rock, likely using spoons as their only tools, so that pigeons had a place to hang out.  I must have dazed off when the guide was speaking.  I think they used pigeon poop for something.  As fertilizer, perhaps?

Women painting the pottery with unbelievable precision
We went for lunch then to this really cool pottery place where pottery is made in house and then hand painted by local women.  They make replicas of designs that date back to the Hittites (who I should know more about, but honestly, I must have dazed off during Medieval Europe history class as well).  I bought a couple of Hittite bowls and a couple of pretty little blue Turkish design bowls as well.

Think long and hard, Laurel.  This could be you.
After visiting a local winery called Tursan (Laurel and I bought a bottle of chardonnay - It was cheaper than room service.  We're saving money!) we headed back to our hotel for a chill out and to get ready for Turkish Night.  Turkish night is a party for tourists where local dancers and musicians perform traditional dances from all over Turkey (each city has their own dance).  They also performed the dances from the traditional henna party (something like a bachelorette?) where the Turkish bride is covered in a red sequined veil and her bridesmaids paint her with henna and her husband to be shows off for her by doing tricks.  At first, I thought this was pretty fun (I enjoy belly dancing) and begged Laurel (who may be marrying a Turk in the future) to let me be her bridesmaid.  After a while though, I began to change my mind 'Ummm....Laurel, I don't know about this, it's all a little bit...ummm....'  Well, see the photo for yourself...the girl can't see from under the veil for goodness sakes!  And her hands are covered in mittens!   One bonus to Turkish Night was that it was all-you-can-drink, so I had no problem busting out a few belly dancing moves after a few sips of Rakı (pronouned Rack-uh) a supposed 80% alcohol content liquour that possesses the revolting taste of black licorice.

At the air balloon airport.  Getting ready for take off.
By far, my favourite part of the trip was the hot air balloon ride we took at sunrise over the ancient ruins of Cappadocia.  I was literally hugging Eilidh and we were jumping up and down 'We're going in a balloon!  We're going in a balloon!'


Cappadocia at sunrise.  Breathtaking.

It was somewhere over the magnificient ancient ruins bathed in the glow of the Turkish sunrise that I realized that I am a pretty lucky girl.  I have had the opportunities to do so many incredible things in my (admittedly short) life.  I must admit that having the ability to live out both my passions, teaching and travelling is pretty amazing.  I had a fantastic time in Cappadocia, and it was a really worthwhile trip to a really important place in civilization.  I must admit, however, that what accompanies travelling is the travelling bug...once you come back to your normal life, it's hard not to want to do it all again.  Lucky for me, I have plenty of holidays, so there are plans in the works to go to Cyprus for November term break.  That said, there are also plans to hit the gym before I hit the beach ;)
Ballon ride over Cappadocia.  The colors here are stunning and the photos don't actually do justice.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Turkish Lessons

So, I was lucky enough to have three sessions of Survival Turkish lessons, provided by Bilkent University's School of English Language (BUSEL).  I learned how to introduce myself, order food in a restaurant, call a taksi, and use a dormuş (communal taksi).  I must admit that I can only actually remember how to introduce myself (Benim adım Kirbie, memnum oldum - My name is Kirbie, how are you?) and how to say something is delicious.  (Lokum nefis!  Simit nefis!  Peynir nefis!  Zeytin nefis! - Turkish delights, simit bread, cheese and olives are delicious!)  I can count to 30 (otuz) in Turkish as well, which I practiced countless times during the 7 (yedi) hours I spent invigilating exams.

Depsite all this in depth knowledge of the language, I still find it difficult to communicate with Turkish people.  While all students and faculty at Bilkent speak English, most people in Ankara (and the rest of Turkey for that matter) do not speak English.  I can usually manage just fine by myself (I can competently order a half kilo of olives from the deli at my local supermarket) I find I lack a great deal of basic phrases that would help me make myself better understood.  So, I'll be glad when Turkish lessons begin next week, after the Bayram (religious holiday that marks the end of Ramazan).  In the mean time, I'm studying like it's my job.  I bought a Turkish-English dictionary (in addition to my phrase book) and some index cards so I can make flash cards.  I desperately want to understand the people around me, and be understood.  I just changed the language of my facebook from English to Turkish in attempt to surround myself with the language.  One of the professors at Bilkent told me that language learners can learn 9 new words a day.  I'm looking up phrases and copying them over for practice. I'll let you know how it goes.

If anyone out there is looking to learn Turkish, I can reccomend these great online dictionaries:

http://www.tureng.com/
http://www.zargan.com/

Görüşüruz! - Goodbye!