Monday, December 17, 2012

Sandy Hook Shooting


Hey again. So, I wavered on whether or not I wanted to write this post, but ultimately decided I needed to. I know you guys are probably being bombarded with it on the news over there, so I apologize if this is just one more sore reminder of what happened, but for my own sake at attempting to understand how something like this can happen, I needed to write about it.

What happened at Sandy Newton Elementary School is truly awful. There’s no other way to put it. Gun laws in the states are one of the many reasons I so often end up wanting to drift abroad, escaping my own country and all the things about it I disagree with, all the completely mixed up priorities.

When I first heard about this, I was on my way out the door to hang out with a student for the day, so I sort of just tried to shove it to the back of my brain for processing later. Well, this morning when I had two hours before class, it began to sink in. We all know the details so I’m not going to repeat them here, but seriously… Unbelievable. When I went to class, this was all still overwhelming my brain so I was pretty distracted for the first part of the lesson.

In between classes, I explained to my co-teacher what happened and elaborated on how it's even possible for this kind of thing to happen in the states: “In the states, it’s not too difficult to get a gun. Many people want to have a gun to protect themselves from crazy people. But then there are crazy people who end up with guns and this kind of thing happens.” My co-teacher considered this a minute and then said, “But if no one had guns, no one would need protection.” I sent this to Garrett in a text. I couldn’t have said it better myself.

I don’t know about you all, but when this kind of thing happens, it’s really hard for me not to just feel hopeless about everything. Like nothing I do will ever possibly make a difference and there’s no use in thinking that the world can be good, that people can be good. I feel this urge to creep into a hole and never talk to anyone, never open myself up again to anyone for fear of getting hurt, emotionally or physically. I know that this is wrong, but it’s the impulse I have.

The fact of the matter though, is that the world is always going to be an incredibly cruel, heartless, terrible place where awful things like this are allowed to happen. It’s also a beautiful, creative, wonderful place though, and each and every day we decide how we are going to contribute to it.

I can’t stop things like this from happening. Neither can you. But we can do our small acts of kindness with open hearts every day and know that that is making a difference. For someone. And for us.  I can make my classroom environment a safe place, intellectually. I can receive my students’ ideas and opinions with an open heart and mind, and let them feel acknowledged and appreciated. I can reach out to someone to create understanding through dialogue. These things are all within my power. Some crazy guy who should never have had access to a gun is not.

Anyway, I apologize if this post has been ranty and/or dwelled on something you’ve been overwhelmed with in the news anyway, but I really felt I needed to write something. You are all important to me (even if you don’t know it and even if I don’t know you), and I truly think we can all contribute to making this world a better place, and should, even when it may sometimes seem like a futile effort. Alright, I’m gonna get all cheesy here and post a quote I know we have all seen a hundred million times BUT IT’S TRUE so here it is: 

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” – Margaret Mead.

I love you all and hope you and yours are safe and happy.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

December Update


Hello everyone! Happy day after my grandpa’s birthday, and two days after my birthday! This message comes to you from my room, where I am cosily sitting under my Peace Corps-issued red blanket at 8 in the morning on a Thursday, with my fan on “1.” (the lowest setting!!!) Ahhhhh yes: December in Cambodia. Birds are chirping, the sun is not a devilish foe but a warm and playful friend, teaching at school is not an inferno to be dreaded, and time spent in my room does not quietly bake me but leaves me feeling comfy and refreshed. Savor it, folks because this is the last time you’ll hear me talk about Cambodian weather this favorably until I’m back in America and my memory has gone fuzzy.

There is not too much to update on from my end but I’ll give you the highlight reel of my most recent escapades and try to make it snappy so I don’t lose you to more important things like foodgawker and etsy.

As I mentioned above, two days ago was my birthday. You may remember that last year my friend Ohn threw me a little party complete with a birthday muffin with whippy frosting. This year she asked me if I wanted her to do it again, but not being sure if she *really* wanted to do it or if she was just being polite, I insisted she not. Ohn’s and my conversation went something like this:

Ohn: Do you want me to buy a cake for you in Phnom Penh?
Me: No! No no no… Don’t worry about it! You don’t have to do that.
Ohn: But do you want me to buy a cake? Come on. I’ll buy a cake if you want me to.
Me: No really! It’s okay! Don’t worry about it! But if you want to, you can.
Ohn: Do you want me to? I will if you want me to.
Me: No, it’s fine! Don’t buy the cake. Don’t do it.

And so it went. In the end the party didn’t end up happening, which was probably for the best since Garrett was here and these things always end up being terribly awkward, if endearing and sweet. Instead, I had a quiet birthday at home with Garrett, my mom, Ghirardelli brownies with rainbow sprinkles (brownie points to Garrett for that one), and a dinner of mac n cheese with veggies and bread to sop up all the thousands of calories of cheese. It was perfect. At school my co-teacher remembered my birthday and gave me a card ("Happy to you! Lucky to you!") and a present, and in the afternoon a gang of my students stopped by my house to give me presents and wish me a happy birthday. They gave me a series of sparkly hair clips and earrings, which they cheered when I tried on, a necklace, a couple of phone charms, and a sherbet-colored quick dry towel haha.  All in all it was a great birthday and I felt a lot of love from the people here who matter most to me.

And now, since I think we all can agree that pictures are worth 10,000 imperfect words, I will continue this chronicle in photo form.
This is Banya, my seven-month old nephew. He is perhaps the only Khmer baby who does not break into tears at the site of me but instead makes me go all gooey inside cause he spoils me with this adorable grin every time I poke my head downstairs to say “hi.”
Deciding on my wish to the birthday brownie gods.
I ate a tarantula with my friend Diana…
… on the way to run a half marathon at Angkor Wat in Siem Riep! I won, obviously.
I cleaned my fan for the first time in 15 months and discovered it’s white under there! Who knew!

And that about does it for me! I hope you all are well and that you have a very happy holiday season with your loved ones, eat until you have a distended belly, drink some eggnog, and pass out to the sounds of Randy snorting into his plate of mashed potatoes in A Christmas Story playing (this year and every year until the end of time) on TNT. I send you lots of love from Cambodia.