Monday, July 1, 2019

Measuring Up

Today was day two at the English Camp for us. We are a still bit jet-lagged but we are slowly finding our feet. Jeff, Carmela, and I are teaching more and more sessions each day and the kids are getting used to us. We worked on asking questions with one group, counting with rulers with another (with minimal sword play), and Jeff got called of to do another session. The kids have a lot of energy, and we are doing our best. After the sessions, we went for lunch at a nice cafe. From there, I returned to the hotel and Jeff and Carmela went off with Fufu and two Romanian (Jeff thinks they are Lithuanian) guests to the northern city of Umm Qais to visit the Roman ruins and to look out over the Jordan River Valley into Syria. It has been a very good day and Jeff and Carmela will be exhausted if they ever get back....



Jeff started out with body parts


Working on questioning






We started counting with the rulers then went about the school measuring stuff

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Oops, forgot the yardstick!


Some of the kids showing the principal their work



My lunch





Carmela, Jeff, Fufu, and friends at Umm Qais - magical place

Sunday, June 30, 2019

We Are Here!

We made it! Kipp drove us to the airport in rush hour with plenty of time for our flight which was as good as any 13 hour flight in coach can be I suppose. I don't think any of us got much sleep, but we managed the ordeal well

They grew less happy when the guy sitting between them came back when he tried to snag a window seat. On the plus side, I saw about 4 movies I never would have watched :)


We arrived around 5pm and were greated (greated greatly) by Alaa and Mohammed. Thankfully, the 100+ degree weather had subsided


We stopped in a nice suburb of Amman (Abdoun) and had a nice dinner


Jeff and Carmela going straight to the heavy-duty cultural stuff by stopping at Habiba, the most famous dessert place in the country where they enjoyed fantastic Kunafa


Mohammed giving us our Kunafa. You stand outside in an alley and order, then go inside this very small room to get the magic stuff


We took a nice stroll downtown then made our way up to Irbid in northern Jordan


No rest for the wicked - we were up early the next day doing English lessons with the kids


Practicing introductions


How old are you?


Jeff diving in with the older kids


Alaa is happy with Nina's gift - she doesn't know yet that Nina bought out all the candy in the school's bookstore and had me shlep it over to Alaa


Only the second day and they add another notch to their belts (and maybe a few inches) by trying Manif, the national dish


Jeff holding court


Captain Duaa and Suad (Carmela's mentee)


Suad's creation that didn't last long


Jordan is not run by the government, nor is it run by tribes. It is run by groups of sisters - in the north, it is the Amoura sisters, seven strong. This is Alaa on the left and Fawzia (Fufu) on the right who generally looks at me this way


We capped off our evening at my favorite Yemini place. We started with biryani and  moved on to foole (pictures to come)

It has been a great start to our trip! I was reunited with many good people, and Jeff and Carmela hit the ground running. More to come :)





Thursday, June 27, 2019

T Minus One

We are a little over one day from departure to Jordan. Lots of planning, packing, and scheduling happening all at once. Christian, Lauren, and Patrick have been a big help on the packing end, particularly since I am taking lots of books and school supplies. Nina lent me a big suitcase, and I think I am about set. We will hit the ground running when we get there - We will get into Irbid late Saturday night then be at the school the next morning by 8am ready for some English fun! We are taking a direct flight this time and it will be approximately 13 hours (14 hours coming back fighting the jet stream). I am excited as this trip will be more of a collaboration between several educators than has been the case in the past. I have learned to expect fluidity, and I am sure everything will be fine. Stay tuned.

Monday, June 24, 2019

Back to Arar :)

I am very excited, as we are heading back to the Arar Academy Schools in Irbid, Jordan this week. My school, Moraine Valley Community College, has continued to partner with Arar and is even sending two colleagues with me this trip! We will be assisting with the Summer English Camp they are hosting as well as a Girls Empowerment Workshop that we will hold a a nearby nature reserve. I am so fortunate to return to Arar to continue our work. Beginning this Friday, there will be daily posts on our adventure :)

Monday, April 15, 2019

A Fan

I was over at Hazem's shop tonight. He has agreed to rent the back of the shop to me so I can have a semi-permanent workshop space. For the past seven years, I have been dragging my tools around to other places to work on my projects. Loading the truck, unloading the truck, setting up, working for several hours, cleaning up, taking it down, reloading the truck, then unloading it every time I work is tiresome. I am happy to have this new space to say the least.
In the back of the shop, there is a large garage door with a row of windows in it. It is handy because I can back up to the door to unload lumber. Tonight, after Hazem left, I was working on some more bottle carriers for the upcoming gala. We will auction them for student scholarships. It was just before sundown and I was working hard on the carriers. At one point, I had a very strange feeling and I looked up and over at the windows in the door. There was a young man (perhaps 30) staring intently at me. It didn't startle me, but it was awkward for a few moments. He smiled broadly, pointed at the bench where I was working, then gave me a big thumbs up. I thought maybe he was developmentally delayed as he just continued to watch me with that funny grin. I turned back to my work, but he stayed at the window. I could feel his presence behind me, but it didn't bother me. If it were my shop, I would have opened the door and invited him in. After about 30 minutes, I heard a light tap on the window and I turned to see him smiling and waving goodbye. I smile too and waved.
As I get older, I appreciate these brief communions with their simple gestures. It makes me feel human.

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Scholarships

I was thirty-two before I managed any sort of academic achievement. While in graduate school, I received a small scholarship of $500 that meant the world to me. I am not sure if I deserved it; it might have been a kind gesture from a few of my wonderful professors. All I know is that it changed me. Overnight I became a confident, efficacious student, and it was just the beginning of my educational acceleration. When I finished my Master's degree, the department asked me to start teaching graduate courses. That sudden, sustained burst was instilled by an act of kindness and good faith. I know the power of such actions firsthand.
Tonight, I attended the Arab Student Union's scholarship dinner. It was a very nice event, as always, and I enjoyed myself. I listened as we were told of the impact these new scholarships were having on students two generations removed from my experience. I could see the same sort of synergy and excitement that was planted by modest and generous awards alike. The recipients knew that there were people who trusted and believed in them, and I sensed the same sort of responsibility I felt nearly thirty years ago. I was also very thrilled to learn that my Learning Assistant, Arwah, had received a scholarship tonight as well. She is a returning student from Yemen who works very hard at her job and at her studies. I couldn't have been prouder.

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I was also thrilled to accept a beautiful award thanking our department, Learning Enrichment and College Readiness, for its support of these students. We are on track to providing another scholarship this year :)

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I can't express how energizing it is to work hard, but to also do so in the company of a great team, school and community! Nina and Sara have done a wonderful job leading the ASU this year, and you can see it in the confidence and grace of the students. As an added treat, Zain, on of our student assistants, was the featured entertainment at the end of the program. He has an amazing voice.

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I don't know many people who grew up as I did, but I do know that there are probably thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, who have no idea of their academic or professional potential. Providing scholarship and recognition to these dreamers has immeasurable effect. I hope you donate to scholarships and similar academic support measures as someone who understands the power of faith and personal investment. That ancient scholarship changed my life and I mean to help change a thousand more......

Friday, March 1, 2019

Surviving Arab Hospitality :)


How to Survive Arab Hospitality


This is a short, informative guide for anyone fortunate enough to find themselves in the clutches of Arab Hospitality. I should note, before I begin, that there is no group of people on the earth who understand the concept of hospitality as thoroughly as do Arabs. If there is a hospitality gene, they all have it. If you are a control freak, are on a diet, or plan a quick escape from the engagement, run for your life when invited out by and Arab. I have fought the hospitality wars, gleefully losing most, for nigh on 30+ years now. If you do find yourself in the perilous but fortunate position of accepting hospitality from an Arab, here is some advice:

1.       Check Wars – The greatest folly of all, is thinking that you will be able out duel and Arab for a dinner check! Like most nearly impossible tasks, it is best to take an indirect route to the problem. Tackling it head on will invoke a level of histrionics you will not be prepared for. My suggestion is simple: Find out early where you are going to eat, take an independent trip to the restaurant several hours before, give your credit card to the appropriate person, and make sure they fear you more than any protests that may follow later.

2.     Coffee – If you are invited just for coffee, it still may be a prolonged engagement. Usually, coffee means more than one kind of coffee (Arab/Turkish then American, then sometimes more Arab/Turkish later), water, juice, your own plate of fruit with a knife, then dessert. Two hours is a conservative estimate if you are planning the rest of your evening elsewhere, and you are highly skilled.

3.      The One-Quarter Rule – I should mention before I continue, that you will eat more than you expect to eat, no matter what happens. I do have some advice about tempo and distribution though. Often, you will get a big plate of food with several other small bowls of yogurt, sauces, olives and pickles, etc. If the mountain of food you are initially presented will be enough (or more than enough), then be careful how you manage your meal. I like to observe the ¼ rule, although you might even want to adhere to a ½ rule until you become more savvy. It is pretty simple really – as you eat your food, do not focus on one item and diminish it too greatly. This is a red flag for your host and the entire vessel and/or space will be immediately refilled. There is an honest logic here: you must really love that item, therefore you need more. You should also slow way down, distract your hosts as much as possible from your plate(s), and eat your food evenly. Starting to grunt or grown appreciatively about half-way through is the beginning of a good exit plan. You can tell your hosts how wonderful EVERYTHING is, but if you single out an item, it will be replenished, even if you still possess a great deal of the original portion. Patience, platitudes, and a bit of subterfuge can help you win the day.

4.     Direct Eye Contact – This is a cousin of #3. When you are eating, keep a close eye on everyone within three feet of you (this is the “we will put food on your plate at any moment” radius). Try to keep constant eye contact with these folks. When you see them looking at your plate searching for refueling points, distract them before they start to reach for the big spoon or spatula. Once again, grunting and groaning is a good strategy at this moment; even rubbing your belly and sighing wistfully helps. If you do not keep a close eye on these guardians, you will find sporadic deposits (quite large) heaped upon your plate just as you are beginning to see daylight…………

5.      Exiting – This is the holy grail of survival skills when visiting Arab hosts. I should be clear that the experience is always wonderful, but knowing when to end it can be tricky. First of all, review #2; no matter what you are invited for, there will be multiple courses. I don’t often feel like I want to escape (other than to avoid more food sometimes), because the company is genuine and I am being honored greatly during the experience. Nevertheless, all good things must come to an end eventually. Traditional strategies don’t always work here. For instance, you may want to casually mention that you have to be somewhere at 7. There is a good chance this will be interpreted as “we really don’t need to start thinking of ending until after 7.” These engagements are a matter of fate, so you must let them run their course. There is a point, however, that you can act upon – once all the courses have been completed and you have had the last round of coffee, you can stretch, moan, compliment your host profusely and mention that you must go soon. You have to be careful with this though. Knowing when the last course has arrived can be tricky. There is a good chance there is a crew in the kitchen assiduously preparing each installment and the time between courses may vary. Usually, a coffee after dessert can be counted upon, but there will be continued offers of other things (the difference at this point is that these offers won't appear as did everything else previous until you say yes). Your hosts will absolutely never tell you it’s time to go, and they won’t mind sitting around late worldlessly bonding. At the right moment, you can control your destiny. Keep in mind also that the exit will not be quick. There will be a lot of thank you’s (them to you somehow), offers of giant care packages, and sincere good byes. I often find myself saying “this is the best meal I can remember” because it was. Every time I eat at an Arab friend’s house, the food has been unique, the company genuine and warm, and I have been treated like a guest has been treated for a thousand years (maybe more). I never dread these invitations, but I do prepare for them J

Final Words – If you get a chance to visit an Arab family for coffee or dinner, consider yourself lucky and blessed. I have never experienced such an authentic communion as I have with my Arab friends (there are no Arab strangers btw)