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"Sir, sir, sir. Do know what it means 'Assalamualaikum'?"
"Well, sure! I think so. But why don't you go ahead and explain it to me in case I'm wrong." "Well, it just means 'peace be upon you.' You know, it's like a greeting for us Muslims! It's just that... I know sometimes... ya know... people like you... I mean, people who aren't Muslim... ya know... maybe don't know a lot about Islam and think the words we say are are strange or something. I just wanted you to know. . ."
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"Angelo! Where have you been?!"It's been a while since my last update. The longer I'm here, the more normalized my daily events become, and it's hard to remember to share! Not to mention, the school year really got rolling, and I've been pretty busy. (Gosh, it feels good to be busy again.) "Enough excuses, Ang! Updates!" Selamat Hari GawaiJune 1st was the annual Gawai Dayak celebration. This celebration has a long history, that I did my darndest to try and understand. It's somewhat of a mixture of the American holidays of New Years and Thanksgiving. Though a vast majority of the Dayak people have converted to Christianity, this festival has its roots in the not so long ago practices of animism and paganism. (Christianity reaching Borneo in the early 1900's and established as widespread, organized religion in a post-WWII 50's/60's). Traditionally, the festival is a harvest celebration in which offerings were made to the gods in preparation for a new season. Anymore, it's more of an admired tradition and excellent reason to celebrate the rich cultures of the different Dayak ethnic groups and eat and drink beyond your capacity. My totally awesome mentor took me and my roommate to his family's longhouse, where we were able to celebrate Gawai with some warm, welcoming people. Gawai Highlights:
SingaporeWith what was left of my June break after all the Gawai fun, I went to Singapore for a few days! What an incredible city and country. I hope to be seeing more of this little utopia in the future :)
A Piece of HomeI was very fortunate to share my one week off of school for Hari Raya (or Eid), with Lauren. I got to show her my home, my school, and my town. Then we explored a bit of Chiang Mai, Thailand together. It was so great that she able to make the trip halfway across the world, and I'm very thankful to have had the opportunity to share a bit of my Malaysian life. We took too many photos to share, but I'll show a few highlights of our adventure!
Excitement doesn't stopA few additional notable things:
It's difficult to update 2 entire months in one post (I'll try not to let it happen again). Surely I'm leaving out a whole slew of important events, but they'll have to wait for another day. Look for joy in the Difference"Same, Same, but different" is a common phrase originating from Thailand, but seems to be prevalent across Southeast Asia. Here's the Urban Dictionary explanation of it: Used a lot in Thailand, especially in an attempts to sell something but can mean just about anything depending on what the user is trying to achieve. Q "Is this a real rolex?" A " Yes Sir, same same but different" It's to emphasize that though two things seem the same, they likely have differences. Conversely, it can be used to show that while two things appear very different, they may actually have a lot of similarities. A few weeks ago, we had our mid-year meeting with all of the ETAs here in Malaysia. What a wonderful opportunity to catch up with some beautiful souls that I haven't been able to see for six months. It was so inspiring to hear about people's individual experiences in their schools and how our experiences are truly "same, same, but different." It's no secret in Malaysia that there are dramatic differences of lifestyle between West (peninsular) Malaysia, and East (Borneo) Malaysia. Here's a quick, dirty, and over simplified crash course on the two parts of the country:
However, an unfortunate reality of being temporary members of a country that is so culturally (and geographically) divided in half is a sort of "grass is always greener" mentality. At our mid-year meeting, I often found myself justifying my "easy" lifestyle from Borneo. "Everyone from Borneo got so tan. Must be nice to not have to wear sleeves all day." "I bet it's so incredible to be in a Christian community. Do girls wear skirts in public?!" "You guys have it good on Borneo. I haven't eaten pork in SO LONG." "My baju kurung is a heat box. I teach wrapped up in a Sauna." I'll be first to admit that the culture in my state of Sarawak is certainly more aligned with what I'm comfortable with as a westerner. Also, I've never had to wear baju kurung (and I'm honestly very glad about that.) But I've held one in my hands once, and it was heavy. That's a lot of fabric to wear in this equatorial weather. Yooowwzzaaaa. But to be made to feel as though any cultural misalignments I experience should somehow be dismissed because the happenstance of being placed in a slightly more liberal state was disheartening and discouraging as I, too, continue to pursue deep cultural exchange with my community. I've learned to be careful how you paint your own experience. Stay humble, grateful, and open-minded to new ideas. And never try to paint the experiences of others for them. Recognize what makes you and your experiences unique, and find joy in those moments. Sarawak for Sarawakians!... or at least a little infrastructure for them would be nice. Our unique and unfortunate battle here in Sarawak, that has trickled all the way down to my job as an English Teaching Assistant, is the supposed negligence of the federal government to building up the rural and underdeveloped towns and schools of Borneo. "Sarawak for Sarawakians" is a popular expression around these parks. There are many Sarawakians that want the state to break from the Malaysian Union and fight for Merdeka! (independence.) The Borneo states of Sarawak and Sabah have a complicated history of bouncing between independence, British rule, and being a part of Malaysia - and I don't blame them for being fed up with it all. One primary concern of the "Sarawak for Sarawakians" is that there is an enormous amount of natural resources being pulled from this land for financial benefit to the government, and Sarawak is seeing little return on their sacrifice. At least, this is the way it is framed for me by some members of my community.
For anyone that is involved in education, especially if you have experience in the arts, finding ways to work around funding cuts is nothing new. Same, same, but different. In my short 5 months here, I've watched several teachers, including myself, slump over at the realization that after weeks or months of preparation, another competition or student club has been cancelled due to lack of funding. But despite something that appears bleak and discouraging, the students here have hearts that would make you believe money doesn't exist. Sadly, I missed Hari Guru (Teacher's Day) at my school, but after working with our schools Choral Speaking team a little bit, and feeling discouraged at the news of the cancelled competition, I got a video of them performing for teachers day, and they were wonderful! And you'll never guess what their message was - - - "Money Slavery" - we're a slave to cash, and there's no reason for it! :)  These maroon blazers are SO FLY and I want one SO MUCH. But I'm not a prefect (something like a hall monitor/class leader/student council), so I'm not allowed to have one. But look how sharply dressed! They're great. I guess there's a lesson in all of this...Diminishing other people's experiences will never strengthen your own.
The only thing that will strengthen your own experience, is putting in personal effort and standing strong against external factors which may hold back. This is not unique to cultural exchange. Peninsular Malaysia to Borneo. The fight for human rights in regards to race, religion, gender, or sexuality. A struggle with family or in a relationship. Everyone has unique challenges, and we all deserve to feel validated in our individual fight and supported towards success. Same, Same, but Different. My students found my blog(Hey, students! Welcome back to my blog.) My first reaction when I learned that my students have fallen into my outlet for friends and family back home was to absolutely panic. Since first arriving in-country the program has been telling us to choose very carefully what information we allow our colleagues, students, and local friends to know about us. But this feels insincere and constructed. As with every situation in life, you have to treat your relationships delicately, and be sure not to offend those around you. Relationships are important and burning bridges over silly issues is not a wise decision, but closing off channels of your personality can prevent bridges from being built at all. So, students, welcome to my blog. I think you'll find that you're mentioned frequently! And remember, always be unapologetically yourself. #PracticeWhatYouPreach No seriously, be yourself.A common frustration among ETAs (and all teachers that I know for that matter) is the feeling of always having to be "on." When a student greets you with a loud and giggly "Good morning teacher! How are you today? Where are you going? Let's selfie! Can or not?!" an appropriate response is never "Woah. Shh! I'm still finishing my coffee. Gimme, like, 10 minutes for these circles under my eyes to fade away." But I also believe that it's important that you be a real human to your students. There's a really interesting "western hero" perception that exists among the younger generation here. White people are beautiful, tall people are all models, America is filled with celebrities, and ETAs are bundles of joy that know every fun game the world has ever offered. (I still often get asked why I'm not tall and blonde like "most" Americans. . .) In any case, I think this idea that we, as westerners, are required to always be "on" perpetuates the very stereotype that frustrates us. When a student says "Sir, we can selfie now. Smile!" There is nothing wrong with answering "You know, I don't feel like selfie-ing today. But come hang out with me after class tomorrow, and we can selfie all afternoon!" I also refuse to feel faulted when a student says "Sir, are you angry with us?" and I can say "No. I'm very happy with you, actually. I'm just very tired today, so my energy level isn't as high as usual." This isn't to say that I roam around school sulking and telling students that I hate selfies, hate school, don't sleep, and they need to leave me alone. Let's be honest, I LOOVE taking selfies with my students, and I really do love high-energy games in all of my classrooms. But we must also allow our students to realize we are human. My skin is white, but my heart still aches. I'm the youngest teacher at the school, but I still get tired after long days. My passport says "United States of America" but I'm from a town equally as rural as my students, and I don't know celebrities. My family history is Italian, so I'm short and tan, but that doesn't make me any less American. And that's okay! (Aside: Not physically fitting the American stereotype is a massive struggle across the board for ETAs. But in all honesty, my being white (though an unexpected shade of white) has given me a privilege not as readily given to ETAs that identify as a minority race/ethnicity. Explaining my height, hair color, and skin color has been a minor part of my experience here. I think often about the identity struggles that my friends who aren't white experience, and I hope that Malaysians (and even a lot of Americans) are exposed to new people and learn that DIVERSITY, not whiteness, is America.) But in all honesty, I feel that allowing my walls to come down, and by not allowing expectations of the American stereotype to overcome me, I've reached students that might not have otherwise reached out to me. Big personalities can be intimidating, and allowing yourself to shrink down and be human every now and again makes you approachable. (Gosh, I hope my students find me approachable...students, if you've made it this far in my blog, come hang out with me!) Everything moves forwardI thought that being removed from friends and family for a year would be difficult. I was right. I am king FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out - for you newbs out there) Thanks to social media and FaceTime, I'm able to keep up with almost everyone pretty frequently, and I'm so grateful that they are accommodating my decision to throw myself on the other side of the earth but still want to see them and talk to them. People are getting married, having babies, passing away, taking jobs, starting new schools, and families are changing. Major life events for those that are closest to me, and even though my heart is extended home often, I want more than anything to be there physically to support my friends and family through times of joy and trouble. You sometimes hear from people who travel often or live abroad about the joys of "disconnecting" or about how in previous years "you could call home once a month from an expensive payphone" or "only send postcards and letters which took weeks!" But my goodness, am I thankful to live in a time where technology allows us to be as far as physically possible from home, without actually being far from home. It makes the whole world our home. Talking to friends and family keeps my strong, and there is no shame in staying connected. I miss you all very much, and part of my heart is with you always! Okay, here's some pictures
I have to admit, when I first decided to start writing a blog I was skeptical. This is totally the sort of thing the average person either can't follow through with, or does a really mediocre job with. And guess, I'm no different. My posts have been infrequent, inconsistent, and often a mess of thoughts ridden with errors (someone decided I should be teaching english too. . . . yikes.) But hey, that's okay! I find that I often share the most negative aspects of my experience in one-on-one conversations with my close friends from home, because I find myself needing to vent. But trying to think of things to write in this blog (no matter how infrequent) has truly kept me honest. It forces me to think and to evaluate what my thoughts and emotions. When you get into a daily routine, it's easy to forget about all of the interesting details that an experience like this has to offer. Forcing myself to checkin, even if no one ever reads this, has been a fantastic motivator to remember why we're all here and to organize my emotions regarding this experience. Be honest, we have needsMy entire life I have defined myself predominantly as a musician. Sure enough, I just went 4 months without touching an instrument before I caved and bought myself a guitar (soooooo needed to do that). I lost my largest identifier and most important thing in my life very quickly, and am completely immersed among people who have lived lives that mean they won't quite understand what is that's missing from my life. When I tell locals I studied music, I immediately get asked to start singing pop tunes. (Not that this is all that much different from the American concept of what a music degree means). But as any artist will tell you, recognition is important, but that's not why we create art. Artists create art because of an inexplicable, insatiable craving at the deepest level of the soul that demands to met. I got honest. I have needs. And now I own a guitar. "I've got blisters on me fingers!" Still on the hunt for other things, but it's enough to keep my sanity for my time separated from Western concepts of classical music. Be honest, education is a mess, globallyThe world is obsessed with making comparisons to other nations in an effort to paint themselves as successful, and find others that are doing right to make that success become a reality. That being said, the more you read about education, the more you realize that there aren't many educators out there who are satisfied with the state of the education system in which they exist. Unfortunately, there are even fewer educators out there that are striving to be an agent of change within the education system. Two of my favorite things that remind me of my role and how it pertains to students: "You believe in Santa Clause, you don't believe in Santa Clause, you become Santa Clause." Also, something my student teaching mentor shared with me that I will never forget: “Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up. As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean. He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?" The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean." "I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man. To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die." Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!" At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "It made a difference for that one.” Be honest, it's for the studentsIt's not about me, you, a resume, coworkers, principals, money, or government officials. If these are the motivators of any educator, they're in our classrooms for all of the wrong reasons. With that, here's some photos of 130 students from 3 different schools being awesome! A camp themed "Making Music Builds Brains" in order to help the students better understand the english language through music. We sang, we danced, we played games, we got emotional, and camped in tents 10 feet from our classroom door, and it was awesome. Shoutout to my close friends and fellow ETAs for being the number 1 contributors to guiding these students to producing some AWESOME music and presentations in english.
World ACLE DayThe world is an amazing place. ACLE (Associazione Culturale Linguistica Educational) is a wonderful organization with which I spent two summers as an ESL Tutor at camps in Italy. April 15th is World ACLE Day. Read more about it here: As a part of World ACLE Day, they will be donating money to UWS (United World Schools) which is dedicated to building schools and providing an education to rural areas of Southeast Asia, particularly Cambodia and Myanmar(Burma). Read more about it here: So, I talked to the students in one of my speaking workshops, and we decided to participate. An American teacher with Malaysian students sending a project to Italy to help raise funds for Cambodia and Myanmar(Burma). Education truly creates Global Citizens. Here are our results:
 The sun rising over 26 square miles of temples and pagodas in Bagan, Myanmar. Representing An Entire Nation"How do they celebrate Christmas in America?" "What's the weather like in America?" "What do you do for fun in America?" "How does this compare to what you see in America?" These are a few examples of the questions an ETA can expect to be asked on a daily basis. It isn't easy to explain how many different 'Americas' there really are. My roommate is an ETA from Los Angeles, and if we are ever together when we get one of these questions, we're always shocked to learn how different our idea is of what defines the United States. But geographical divides are generally easily explained. The hard-hitting questions come when the answer differs based on things like gender, sexuality, class, race, or religion. Let me explain: An example of this is the unfortunate and deep-rooted stigma among general Malaysian society concerning Jews and Judaism. There are many speculations as to why this exists, but the general conclusion among unbiased parties is that an Islam dominated government and media combined with little to no interaction with actual jews has caused biased portrayals of history and conflict, particularly Israeli-Palestinian conflict, to trickle into daily lives. (Sounds a lot like what a Christian-American media has done to Islam, but that's a discussion for another day). Here's how this effects me: So there I was, working with a Form 6 (pre-university) class and discussing the diversity of America and how it relates to world events and historical immigration patterns. One of my students caught the word "Chanukah" on my handout, and promptly asked "Mister, but what is Chah-NOO-kuh?" Which I actually know an ignorantly small amount about, so I did my best to explain the representation of the menorah and the course of the long celebration. (Apologies to my Jewish friends. I owe you a little studying time.) My students all accepted this as a wonderful celebration, and were interested to learn more! The teacher, however, was not as open to the idea. The following scenario represents the drastic generational divide in Malaysia, and especially this region of Borneo. Immediately, I became overwhelmed with questions like "Yes, but can you identify a jew?" "Do they look different?" "How do you know if someone is Jewish? Or do they just look white?" "Like, you can tell if someone is white, latino, asian, or black, right? What about jews?" And then I lied. I tried to explain that it's impossible to identify someone's religion by merely looking at them (So far, pretty true) and for that matter, accurately guessing someone's race/ethnicity is EXTREMELY difficult... so we just..you know.. don't. (let the lying begin). I explained that there are so many cultures that mix with each other so frequently, that to be concerned with things like race, religion, or other identifiers of people other than yourself, just simply doesn't occur. The unfortunate reality of America is that people rudely ask "What race are you?!" ALL. THE. TIME. But it's an issue we strive everyday to work towards eliminating. To live in a world of equality where race, ethnicity, and religion, is not at the forefront of everyone's minds in their daily workings is the uphill battle America has been fighting for years. But here I am. In a nation where race and ethnic identity is printed next to your name on your Identification Card, painting the United States of America has a nation where nobody asks about it because it's wouldn't change our opinion of anyone anyway. "We try to understand your personality, heart, and character first. Whatever race or religion you happen to be is just fine by us!" I said confidently. Of course, I wasn't going to sit there and pretend like the USA is some utopian society where we drink rainbows and bathe in flowers. "Obviously, not everyone feels this way. Many people still categorize based on these factors, but it's something we view as wrong and our goal is to have equality. Americans are fighting for equality everyday. It's not a perfect world and discrimination certainly exists, but we're trying. At least, these are my views about it all." (PRO-TIP: That's the important part of representing literally millions of people; 'These are my thoughts, but maybe not everyone's') One student spoke up: "That's great. But aren't the black people being shot by white police officers all the time for doing nothing wrong?" This was me:  I don't own a paintbrush big enough to paint a pretty picture of America after this question. "Yes. Police brutality is a hot-button issue right now back in the United States. There are a lot of people with many different opinions on the problem and how it should be fixed. But that's a problem too big for the amount of time left in class today. Let's talk more about that after class!" and then I shamefully moved on to other parts of the lesson, passing this opportunity to have fruitful discussion about race relations. The student did ask more about it after class though. We spoke about it more later. Even though I knew I'd be doing quite a bit of 'American Diplomacy" during my time with Fulbright, these were conversations I wasn't prepared for, but am glad are happening. From Classroom to Hotel Room: |
| March Break! One week off from school to do as I pleased. Myself and 3 other ETAs took the time to spend 7 days in Myanmar (Burma), and boy was it a wonderful experience. A small rundown of our trip went something like: 2 days in Bagan - 26 square miles of Beautiful temples and pagodas with jaw-dropping views. 2 day in Kalaw - a beautiful, cool mountain town with lots of trekking and outdoor adventures 2 days in Inle Lake - a large lake surrounded by a variety of villages known for fishing, 'long-necked ladies', blacksmiths, and the one legged boat rowers! 1 day in Yangon - a large city rich in history and culture Never before have I taken a vacation to a new country with limited time to visit, and we had a heck of a time! The country hasn't been open for tourism for more than 4 or 5 years, so the authenticity of the culture remains very true. |  Kuching is Sarawak's capital, about 30minutes from my town. People can all view the same place very differently! |
However, I couldn't help but feel a small amount of traveller's guilt. Somewhere hidden deep within the social constructs of a society lies a line where tourism transforms into cultural leeching.
The highlight of our trip to Myanmar, for me, was being in Bagan. Bagan is an amazing place, rich with spirituality and culture. But two instances really weighed heavily on my heart:
My friends and I were confused and outraged by some of these behaviors. But perhaps the most I've ever learned about being a foreigner, particularly a foreigner who is fits the categorization of the global power majority, was when my friend looks at me and says, "I was thinking, what separates us from them?"
Here we are. Americans. Lucky enough to have been born in a country with strong currency and to have been afforded the opportunity to see the world. We are in the community people who are working their tails off to paint their country in a way that's appealing to us, the tourists.
Now by no means do I intend to criminalize tourism, tourists, travel, or perpetuate ideas of majority-guilt. But it's important to be culturally sensitive while a guest on other people's lands. Travel is good. Tourism boosts economies. Hospitality is the core of many cultures. And there is no education like that of simply meeting new people. But when does cultural experiences and cultural sharing cross into a sort of cultural voyeurism?
People love to paint images of their country for others to come and see. But like most amazing paintings; Just look and enjoy! Don't alter, destroy or attempt to duplicate without permission.
And with that, here's some of the murals in Myanmar I was able to (try to) capture:
(heads up - there's a real lack of the most beautiful moments from the trip because either my phone was dead, or it was too amazing to take my eyes off of for long enough to look at through a phone. So much beauty!)
The highlight of our trip to Myanmar, for me, was being in Bagan. Bagan is an amazing place, rich with spirituality and culture. But two instances really weighed heavily on my heart:
- At an eatery nearby a popular temple, we were having lunch, when a tourist couple enters. After asking the local workers to pose for his pictures, giving commands like "you crouch behind her" "Aren't you happy? Smile!" and physically moving and placing the child, who clearly didn't understand English, as though he were a clay doll meant to be molded for this photo, one of them asks "Don't you speak English?" and after a reluctant "no" they replied with, "Oh. Study more." This was capped off by the couple then paying the child a small amount of money to fan them with a large leaf while they ate lunch.
- As my fellow Fulbright ETAs and I relax, watching the sunset over the red and orange dusty soils of Myanmar, I noticed a group of tourists with expensive cameras, quite literally chasing a farmer and his oxen across a field as they looked for a place green enough to graze.
My friends and I were confused and outraged by some of these behaviors. But perhaps the most I've ever learned about being a foreigner, particularly a foreigner who is fits the categorization of the global power majority, was when my friend looks at me and says, "I was thinking, what separates us from them?"
Here we are. Americans. Lucky enough to have been born in a country with strong currency and to have been afforded the opportunity to see the world. We are in the community people who are working their tails off to paint their country in a way that's appealing to us, the tourists.
Now by no means do I intend to criminalize tourism, tourists, travel, or perpetuate ideas of majority-guilt. But it's important to be culturally sensitive while a guest on other people's lands. Travel is good. Tourism boosts economies. Hospitality is the core of many cultures. And there is no education like that of simply meeting new people. But when does cultural experiences and cultural sharing cross into a sort of cultural voyeurism?
People love to paint images of their country for others to come and see. But like most amazing paintings; Just look and enjoy! Don't alter, destroy or attempt to duplicate without permission.
And with that, here's some of the murals in Myanmar I was able to (try to) capture:
(heads up - there's a real lack of the most beautiful moments from the trip because either my phone was dead, or it was too amazing to take my eyes off of for long enough to look at through a phone. So much beauty!)
 Popular for tourists to get up early to climb the large temples for beautiful sunrises |  Images of Buddha were not only the focal point of every temple and pagoda, but also used to casually decorate every wall, nook, and cranny |
 Treats 'n' snoozin' | Snoozin' 'n' treats (Buddhist monastery - Inle Lake) |  We biked from Kalaw to Inle Lake. Sun burt, dehydrated, and sore. But so happy! |
 "I want to watch the sunset from on top of that mountain" "Yea, me too." "Ok, let's go." |  "Please please! Take their picture. Go ahead. Take one, take one." "Oh? Ok, sure." The 'long-necked ladies' working intricate looms |
Despite severe flooding, this temple and the many others continued to host celebrations for Chinese New Year. (This temple is usually over dry land, but this is why it's on stilts.)
You might need a boat
Seriously, there's a lot of water.
Since I arrived on my first day, my fellow teachers at SMK Bau have been telling me about the annual flooding of the school. "It's rainy season. I hope you have an umbrella and are prepared to swim to the class!"
I thought they were joking.
Since I arrived on my first day, my fellow teachers at SMK Bau have been telling me about the annual flooding of the school. "It's rainy season. I hope you have an umbrella and are prepared to swim to the class!"
I thought they were joking.
 A truck stranded in the flood near SMK Bau |  Where the road goes underwater. Also the entry point for boats taking supplies to the kids that are living in the school hostel. If you look REALLY closely, you'll see our school nestled in the back. The school sits lower than where I was standing, so the first floor is underwater. |
 There's a fence and a volleyball net under there somewhere. |  The water was deep enough to use a boat with an engine for emergency workers to get back and forth to the school. |
Despite the incredible and often devastating amount of water, the community was amazingly positive and supportive of one another. This year, the flooding happened during the Chinese New Year celebration, so the school was already not having any classes for one week. Luckily, the flood subsided before classes resumed, and life was able to carry on as normal.
Swim A Little Harder
"I need to learn Bahasa Malaysia, and I need to learn it fast!" I told my form 6 students during class this past week.
Form 6 is the highest level of pre-university classes in the Malaysian Public School System. They're usually 18 or 19 years old. We were having discussion on the importance of traveling, learning languages, and cultural sensitivity when I confessed my ignorance of learning the national language, Bahasa Malaysia (BM), and how I totally was taking advantage of the fact that almost everyone I meet can speak enough English for me to get by. But I also confessed that not knowing BM has often left me confused, feeling stupid, and learning cultural differences more slowly that I would have liked. Our teaching staff is always willing to help me, and it's wonderful. But I try to avoid being a nuisance by asking questions like "Is there an assembly today?" "What is the exam schedule?" and "What are my students trying to tell me?" on a daily basis. The answers to these questions are written and available all around me! Time to crack down on learning BM so I can be responsible for myself, am I right?
Amidst personal confusion of school scheduling and navigating teacher relationships, I keep forgetting that I'm living in a country I've never been in before and working a job that I've never held before. Cultural adjustment takes time and so does learning the ropes of a new workplace. This includes life's simplest things like getting a hair cut, going to the grocery store, or knowing when the staff meeting is. (By the way, got my hair cut by one of my form 5 students. And I look FRESHHHHH. Like a famous Malaysian soccer star. I should learn soccer so I can live up to my image.)
My point in the above being twofold: One, that it's important to be putting forth a strong effort in adapting to the culture of which one is immersed; And two, that the best effort isn't always going to mean immediate success. It's okay to make mistakes! Learning takes time, and we're all only human. As long as I'm making my best effort, what more can I expect from myself?
Form 6 is the highest level of pre-university classes in the Malaysian Public School System. They're usually 18 or 19 years old. We were having discussion on the importance of traveling, learning languages, and cultural sensitivity when I confessed my ignorance of learning the national language, Bahasa Malaysia (BM), and how I totally was taking advantage of the fact that almost everyone I meet can speak enough English for me to get by. But I also confessed that not knowing BM has often left me confused, feeling stupid, and learning cultural differences more slowly that I would have liked. Our teaching staff is always willing to help me, and it's wonderful. But I try to avoid being a nuisance by asking questions like "Is there an assembly today?" "What is the exam schedule?" and "What are my students trying to tell me?" on a daily basis. The answers to these questions are written and available all around me! Time to crack down on learning BM so I can be responsible for myself, am I right?
Amidst personal confusion of school scheduling and navigating teacher relationships, I keep forgetting that I'm living in a country I've never been in before and working a job that I've never held before. Cultural adjustment takes time and so does learning the ropes of a new workplace. This includes life's simplest things like getting a hair cut, going to the grocery store, or knowing when the staff meeting is. (By the way, got my hair cut by one of my form 5 students. And I look FRESHHHHH. Like a famous Malaysian soccer star. I should learn soccer so I can live up to my image.)
My point in the above being twofold: One, that it's important to be putting forth a strong effort in adapting to the culture of which one is immersed; And two, that the best effort isn't always going to mean immediate success. It's okay to make mistakes! Learning takes time, and we're all only human. As long as I'm making my best effort, what more can I expect from myself?
The Year of the Red Fire Monkey
It's the year of the Red Fire Monkey. And apparently that's me! Chinese immigrants and Malaysians with Chinese heritage exist in large numbers in Malaysia, particularly here in Sarawak. They're proud of their heritage, and boy do they know how to have a festival! Chinese New Year is 15 days long. The beginning is celebrated with the tradition of "Open Houses" where people float between homes of friends and families and basically party hop. Many young Chinese people, especially those who aren't married, receive "ang pao" which is a Red Envelope filled with money and a little good luck ;) I got one with chocolate in it. That was nice. And on the 15th day, the celebrations are closed with Fireworks and parades in a festival known as Chap Goh Mei. Though Chap Goh Mei seems to have foundations in a sort of "Chinese Valentines Day" where those who are single are hoping for love, I mostly experienced good food, fancy lights, and beautiful dragons.
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The Tide Will Recede
No matter how much it floods, or how hard you have to swim, the tide will eventually recede and the flood will be released.
When that happens, it's time to take in some of the beautiful sites offered by Sarawak and the island of Borneo.
When that happens, it's time to take in some of the beautiful sites offered by Sarawak and the island of Borneo.
 Bako National Park  Bako National Park beach at low tide |  Fellow ETA Izzy  "Watch-out! For falling coconuts." |
 You don't see tide pools in Ohio  The Rafflesia flower blooms for one week out of the year, and is the species that produces the worlds largest flower! |  Bako National Park  Don't slip. It's wet. |
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Language is powerful.
It is used as a cultural identifier, as well as a simple tool for cultural exchange. We talk frequently about "language barriers" and "broken language" when one person in the conversation isn't speaking their native tongue. But if the speaker's intent matches the listener's perception, the communication breakdown is negligible.
My students are shy. Very shy. "Malu, malu kuching!" which translates to "Shy, shy cat!"
"But sir, my English is broken!" They say... in perfect English. But time and time again I explain to them that as long as I understand their point, the grammar will come later.
Yes, language exams exist. Yes, those scores hold weight in my students' educational futures. Yes, I intend to help my students improve their grammar in the most intricate ways.
But no, language does not exist for the purpose of those exams. No, I will not correct my students into a corner, making them afraid to speak. And no, language learning is not a sign of intelligence, but a useful tool to open doors of opportunity.
Does the speaker's intent match the listener's perception? Communication is key.
I argue, that language barriers do not exist. But rather that all communication is a street. The amount of time spent building that street from nothing, to a one way, to two lanes, to a heavily trafficked highway will create more effective communication. You can make it through the jungle without a road (Just ask the Kuching City Hashers club that I've recently joined!), and you can communicate cross-culturally without the language, but paving the road for free-flowing movement allows for greater exchange. Fluency can be achieved, but if you're hiking through the jungle, at least you're moving forward.
It is used as a cultural identifier, as well as a simple tool for cultural exchange. We talk frequently about "language barriers" and "broken language" when one person in the conversation isn't speaking their native tongue. But if the speaker's intent matches the listener's perception, the communication breakdown is negligible.
My students are shy. Very shy. "Malu, malu kuching!" which translates to "Shy, shy cat!"
"But sir, my English is broken!" They say... in perfect English. But time and time again I explain to them that as long as I understand their point, the grammar will come later.
Yes, language exams exist. Yes, those scores hold weight in my students' educational futures. Yes, I intend to help my students improve their grammar in the most intricate ways.
But no, language does not exist for the purpose of those exams. No, I will not correct my students into a corner, making them afraid to speak. And no, language learning is not a sign of intelligence, but a useful tool to open doors of opportunity.
Does the speaker's intent match the listener's perception? Communication is key.
I argue, that language barriers do not exist. But rather that all communication is a street. The amount of time spent building that street from nothing, to a one way, to two lanes, to a heavily trafficked highway will create more effective communication. You can make it through the jungle without a road (Just ask the Kuching City Hashers club that I've recently joined!), and you can communicate cross-culturally without the language, but paving the road for free-flowing movement allows for greater exchange. Fluency can be achieved, but if you're hiking through the jungle, at least you're moving forward.
Public Interaction & Local Perception
I am foreign, and in this small town, my race broadcasts it.
Malaysia is a country that defines itself with race. An individual's race can be found printed on their government ID card and will be included in many self-introductions upon meeting someone new. There are even particular laws in place to divide economic and educational opportunities among the people based on ethnic background. (Developed as a way to ensure and promote a specific percentage of opportunities for those of Malay decent, but can be a highly controversial subject.) In a country where race is increasingly prevalent and which is heavily trafficked by wealthy, white-skinned backpackers, the initial perception of westerners isn't always positive. And sometimes, it's a little TOO positive.
- Thanks to a media saturated by western models and celebrities, I am often met with strangers wanting my photo, telling me I'm handsome, and comparing my face to that of every western celebrity they can remember. (Flattering at first. Frustrating over time.)
- However, among whispers of 'orang putih' or 'white man,' I am often assumed to be a backpacker/tourist and am met with assumptions of wealth and cultural exploitation.
Through the vast majority of my first month here, I have felt largely welcomed and have been met with enormous friendliness and excitement to participate in cultural exchange. Trading preferences in music, food, and weather being hot topics of discussion!
But I often wonder, where is the line between cultural exchange and cultural exploitation? And which am I perceived to be performing?
There is a balance at which you stay your true self and share your customs, but also adapt to the customs of which you are immersed. Become a part of the new culture by seeing more than a statue/temple/traditional dress/etc., but with an understanding and appreciation of why these cultural identifiers exist. And be willing to share thoughtful experiences of your own.
Malaysia is a country that defines itself with race. An individual's race can be found printed on their government ID card and will be included in many self-introductions upon meeting someone new. There are even particular laws in place to divide economic and educational opportunities among the people based on ethnic background. (Developed as a way to ensure and promote a specific percentage of opportunities for those of Malay decent, but can be a highly controversial subject.) In a country where race is increasingly prevalent and which is heavily trafficked by wealthy, white-skinned backpackers, the initial perception of westerners isn't always positive. And sometimes, it's a little TOO positive.
- Thanks to a media saturated by western models and celebrities, I am often met with strangers wanting my photo, telling me I'm handsome, and comparing my face to that of every western celebrity they can remember. (Flattering at first. Frustrating over time.)
- However, among whispers of 'orang putih' or 'white man,' I am often assumed to be a backpacker/tourist and am met with assumptions of wealth and cultural exploitation.
Through the vast majority of my first month here, I have felt largely welcomed and have been met with enormous friendliness and excitement to participate in cultural exchange. Trading preferences in music, food, and weather being hot topics of discussion!
But I often wonder, where is the line between cultural exchange and cultural exploitation? And which am I perceived to be performing?
There is a balance at which you stay your true self and share your customs, but also adapt to the customs of which you are immersed. Become a part of the new culture by seeing more than a statue/temple/traditional dress/etc., but with an understanding and appreciation of why these cultural identifiers exist. And be willing to share thoughtful experiences of your own.
Cultural Exchange & Social Media Perception
Breaking News: Media is often bias and lacks full truths.
#Millennials are a generation of young people who prioritize personal experience, growth, and happiness over other life values. This often manifests itself in pursuit of higher (and even higher) education and travel. And with social media, we can paint pictures of our lives and broadcast for all to share.
To be clear, I LOVE social media. It's a wonderful platform for discussion, sharing life experiences, staying in contact with others, and finding a good laugh (or cry. Sad puppy videos?.. gets me every time.) Snapchat is where I thrive. Facebook is my guilty pleasure. And I LOOOVEE Instagram filters. (Just because it didn't look like that in real life, doesn't mean aesthetic pleasure isn't still real. Make it look awesome if you can.)
But it's important to remember that social media tells only part of every story. It's easy to idolize those who travel or immerse themselves in other cultures. Let's face it, those are highly valuable life experiences (says the millennial). Social media rocks. But let's not forget that often times the intent is to win a sort of 'virtual pissing contest.' We all want to be perceived as interesting, attractive, and intelligent. But there's always more to the story. People live normal lives.
Some days are difficult and frustrating and nobody is advertising their sweat stains, gained weight, negative interactions, cockroach nest, or casual Wednesday spent in their boxers watching American Horror Story over a cup of coffee. Not every day is jam-packed of new cultural beauty, and not every flower blooms. But I definitely intend to share the ones that do.
#Millennials are a generation of young people who prioritize personal experience, growth, and happiness over other life values. This often manifests itself in pursuit of higher (and even higher) education and travel. And with social media, we can paint pictures of our lives and broadcast for all to share.
To be clear, I LOVE social media. It's a wonderful platform for discussion, sharing life experiences, staying in contact with others, and finding a good laugh (or cry. Sad puppy videos?.. gets me every time.) Snapchat is where I thrive. Facebook is my guilty pleasure. And I LOOOVEE Instagram filters. (Just because it didn't look like that in real life, doesn't mean aesthetic pleasure isn't still real. Make it look awesome if you can.)
But it's important to remember that social media tells only part of every story. It's easy to idolize those who travel or immerse themselves in other cultures. Let's face it, those are highly valuable life experiences (says the millennial). Social media rocks. But let's not forget that often times the intent is to win a sort of 'virtual pissing contest.' We all want to be perceived as interesting, attractive, and intelligent. But there's always more to the story. People live normal lives.
Some days are difficult and frustrating and nobody is advertising their sweat stains, gained weight, negative interactions, cockroach nest, or casual Wednesday spent in their boxers watching American Horror Story over a cup of coffee. Not every day is jam-packed of new cultural beauty, and not every flower blooms. But I definitely intend to share the ones that do.
Why do you do what you do?
What do you do? Why do you do what you do?
The 'why' matters more than the 'what.'
There is no wrong answers to these questions, but they're still important to ask.
Why am I in a country where I have a very narrow 'language road'?
Why might I be perceived to be teetering the line between cultural exchange and cultural exploitation?
Why am I broadcasting myself on social media the way that I am?
Why does/doesn't my intent match others' perception of me?
Why does/doesn't my perception of others match their intent towards me?
Why do I do what I do?
These are questions that I have never been forced to ask myself, as I've always lived within a culture that aligned with my own. That makes me fortunate, and I am thankful. Everyday, many Americans are forced to participate in a culture run by a majority that doesn't align with the lives they lead. Intent and perception are far more likely to agree when you are able to identify with those around you with little effort.
Here's to cultural exchange, self-discovery, and answering questions left unanswered.
The 'why' matters more than the 'what.'
There is no wrong answers to these questions, but they're still important to ask.
Why am I in a country where I have a very narrow 'language road'?
Why might I be perceived to be teetering the line between cultural exchange and cultural exploitation?
Why am I broadcasting myself on social media the way that I am?
Why does/doesn't my intent match others' perception of me?
Why does/doesn't my perception of others match their intent towards me?
Why do I do what I do?
These are questions that I have never been forced to ask myself, as I've always lived within a culture that aligned with my own. That makes me fortunate, and I am thankful. Everyday, many Americans are forced to participate in a culture run by a majority that doesn't align with the lives they lead. Intent and perception are far more likely to agree when you are able to identify with those around you with little effort.
Here's to cultural exchange, self-discovery, and answering questions left unanswered.
Pictures!
 One of the students at my school in traditional Bidayuh attire. Bidayuh is the local tribe most of my students hail from and one of the many languages they speak.  A beautiful building located next to Fairy Cave, a popular attraction near my home in Bau. |  Me and one of the students at my school in traditional 'Orang Asli' attire. These are the native peoples of Sarawak |  The road to my school after a flood that swept our town. Saw some students rowing a boat around the volleyball court.  Me and 3 other ETAs after our first Hash (mentioned above) After running through a lengthy jungle trail, we share beer with the rest of the Hash crew. Great experience! |
A view from the waterfront of Kuching, Sarawak
Every time someone asks how my experience in Malaysia is going, my first response is "an absolute whirlwind." There is so much happening nonstop, that it's difficult to grab hold of anything!
Don't stop moving
After two weeks in Kuala Lumpur, the 15 of us placed in Sarawak boarded a plane headed for Kuching, Sarawak where we met our mentors for 5 more days of fruitful orientation! Shortly after, we said our temporary goodbyes as we were off to our schools!
The Sarawak team upon completing our orientation! Although I've only known these goons a few short weeks, they've been absolute pillars of support, and I'm really looking forward to growing with them over the next 9 months and seeing all the amazing things we can accomplish as a team.
Bau Boys, Bau Boys, Watchya gon' do?
Home, sweet Bau! Myself and My roommate Cole finally made it to our home for the next 9 months. It's nothing special, but it has all the necessities. Some people prefer to see the Gecko's scampering around as pests, but I prefer to see them as pets we've inherited! So cute..... so in my bath towel... but still cute!
Side note: "Bau" means 'smell' in the Bahasa Malaysia, the national language. 'But why would you named a town smell?' one might wonder. But you don't worry your little head, I did the research for you!
Here's the explanation on the Sarawak Tourism website:
"History-wise, Bau had witnessed many conflicts. On May 1, 1837, the Skrang Ibans invaded the Jagoi-Bratak Bidayuh settlement on top of Bratak Peak, killing over 2,000 Jagoi-Bratak Bidayuh men and taking 1,000 women captive....it is said that [the name] was derived from the fact that the place reeked of odour after the many deaths that the place had witnessed from the conflict."
Despite the countless tourist shops that proudly display "Headhunter" tshirts, we're plenty safe from both the head hunting, and the stench.
Side note: "Bau" means 'smell' in the Bahasa Malaysia, the national language. 'But why would you named a town smell?' one might wonder. But you don't worry your little head, I did the research for you!
Here's the explanation on the Sarawak Tourism website:
"History-wise, Bau had witnessed many conflicts. On May 1, 1837, the Skrang Ibans invaded the Jagoi-Bratak Bidayuh settlement on top of Bratak Peak, killing over 2,000 Jagoi-Bratak Bidayuh men and taking 1,000 women captive....it is said that [the name] was derived from the fact that the place reeked of odour after the many deaths that the place had witnessed from the conflict."
Despite the countless tourist shops that proudly display "Headhunter" tshirts, we're plenty safe from both the head hunting, and the stench.
At least it didn't seem to bother Cole and me when we got the keys to our house!
 The view from the center of 'Smelly Town' |  Quiet neighborhood |
1st Week of School
Somewhere in all this craziness, every Fulbright ETA had their first week of school. The kids are energetic, but shy. They're intelligent, but doubtful. They're angsty, but accomplished. Ya know... kids! No different than anywhere else in the world.
- They think I look like Charlie Puth (Woah.)
- They think I'm handsome (so flattering)
- They think white people are rich (Ha. If they only knew...)
- They don't laugh at my jokes (They'll learn...)
- They LOVE selfies...
- They think I look like Charlie Puth (Woah.)
- They think I'm handsome (so flattering)
- They think white people are rich (Ha. If they only knew...)
- They don't laugh at my jokes (They'll learn...)
- They LOVE selfies...
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Home is not forgotten
Home matters. Family matters. Friends matter.
I've only been here for one month. I have 9 more to go. I can't say that I'm feeling homesick (yet...), but I CAN say that I've already been relying on my supports back home for a lot, and I feel grateful to have such a close circle.
I'm a homebody. I love my family and friends and I love routine, and this adjustment has been all the adventure that I knew it would be. Everyone experiences emotions and change in different ways, and this is new for me.
More to come on this emotional mix... TBD.
I've only been here for one month. I have 9 more to go. I can't say that I'm feeling homesick (yet...), but I CAN say that I've already been relying on my supports back home for a lot, and I feel grateful to have such a close circle.
I'm a homebody. I love my family and friends and I love routine, and this adjustment has been all the adventure that I knew it would be. Everyone experiences emotions and change in different ways, and this is new for me.
More to come on this emotional mix... TBD.
And now, pictures:
 Siniawan night market. Awesome place for some late night eats.  A man pulling a cart by the fresh piercings on his back as part of Thaipusam, a hindu festival to honor the god, Murugan. You should REALLY google this for a full understanding of what's happening. Incredible |  The ride across the river to get to Siniawan. Watch for crocs!  After a long hike through Gombak, we were met with this beautiful waterfall for a brief swim on our last day of full orientation in KL. |
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