Ready or not...
September 15, 2009
It’s time. Whether I’m ready for it or not, I’m jumping in.
After getting together in the capital to celebrate our one
year anniversary in Peru,
I returned to site with newfound energy.
I made fliers to distribute to the students in 4th and 5th
grade of primary school. Tomorrow I will
hold the first after-school meeting of Club R.A.H.U. [Props to my site-mate for coming up with
the acronym, which means “mountain” in Quechua and in Spanish stands for “Red
de Amigos de Huascarán,” which in English means “Network of friends of
Huascarán” because we are located at the entrance for the Huascaran National Park.]
The fliers weren’t perfect and I was tempted to revise them and push the start-date back another week. But if I waited until everything was perfect, nothing would ever get done. I found the teachers and asked if I could speak to their classes. I talked about the club and said I hoped to see everyone tomorrow. Jeez. I hope someone shows up. I hope the director gives me the key to a classroom. I hope I don’t crash & burn in front of these kids. What am I going to talk about? I’ve never taken a class on teaching, and prior to last year, kids scared the crap out of me.
I was on my way home when I saw a woman collecting trash in the path to/from the school. I asked if I could help, and ended up collecting a huge bag of trash until it was filled to the brim. I walked with her all the way to the plaza and she said she’d be collecting trash around the school tomorrow if I wanted to help. I told her I would be there in the morning helping in an English class, and would look for her afterwards. I’m actually looking forward to picking up trash.
From the plaza, I went to the park entrance booth. I asked how the tourist surveys were going, thinking that they were probably used as firewood or toilet paper in the week since I first left them there. The control booth guy asked if I wanted him to get them. So…they weren’t in the control booth. Okay, don’t freak out – this was to be expected. I say he doesn’t need to “get them” but I just want to know if any have been filled out. He asks again if he can go get them. Yes. That may clear things up about their whereabouts. He returns 5 minutes later with the bag I gave him a week ago. I’m thinking that this bag has been untouched and chilling in someone’s house for a week. I pull out the red folder and my jaw drops when I see there are 20 filled-out surveys inside. He explains that some people want to fill them out, others no. I can’t believe I left this task in the hands of someone else, and it is working!! By then there is a small crowd peering in as I translate the results to Spanish. I explain what projects we could work on based on the answers thus far. There is little response for hiring llamas as pack animals instead of donkeys. There has been a huge response to the idea of selling trees to the tourists to plant inside the park. I give a little speech on business and marketing, realizing these guys have no concept of customer service. Yet they are listening to me, and they seem to be absorbing and understanding what I’m saying. Accommodate the customer, and business will improve. Offer services the tourist is interested in, and money will flow into the community. I didn’t bring up artisan products yet, but I plan on giving a whole spiel at the next meeting of the tourist association. To know that thousands of tourists come through this small town every summer, and no one has thought about selling food or water or artisan products! Unbelievable. My biggest fear is that some outside party will swoop in and build a hotel or store, before I can motivate the community to do it. My community is a huge untapped goldmine, and could easily be exploited. As it already stands, vast amounts of income do not stay within the community. The guides earn between $50-100 daily; they speak English and have been certified by the Casa de Guías which represents the Mountain Guide Association of Peru. EVERY guide hired is from the capital 3 hours away. NOT ONE guide comes from Cashapampa itself. Compare this to the men I work with who earn $10 daily as donkey-drivers. If Cashapampa isn’t the perfect example of needing to convert to eco-tourism, I don’t know what is.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Mad love goes out to all the teachers in the world.
This afternoon was the first meeting of Club RAHU. That meant I had to track down the key for a classroom. This, of course, meant tracking down the director. At 8:00am, I arrived prior to the director and most teachers. While I waited for the director who never showed up, I had an amazing 30 minute conversation with the “truant officer.” He ended up helping me find a teacher willing to hand over his key for the afternoon. Since it happened to be the same teacher as one of the grades I invited to join my club, he asked if I wanted the permission slips I handed out yesterday. Sure. How many could there be? I announced the club with only one day’s notice. I was afraid of no one showing up, but it just goes to show you never get what you expect. Out of 15 students, 12 handed me back the permission slips. Oh my god. This was the smaller of the 2 classes. The other class wasn’t there today because the teacher didn’t show up. [Substitute teachers don’t exist here.]
At 2:45pm, 15 minutes early, I arrived at the school to find 30 students waiting for me.
I had prepared an agenda of four items to cover.
1. What is the club about & what do the students want to learn?
2. List of rules. This included choosing a “magic word” to yell out when there is too much ruckus. We decided on “elephant” because it is a loud animal. We practiced a few times, and it worked surprisingly well.
3. Activity!!! Earlier today, as I was thinking of what I had in the way of paper, I came across my mountain of manila envelopes that all Peace Corps correspondence comes in. (Check out the before and after pics.) I passed out all 30 pieces of paper which I had cut and hole-punched. I couldn’t believe how many students showed up. I had each student write their name, and leave space next to it. Then I had each student draw their favorite animal.
My personal favorites:
~The sections of animals. We have the duck section, the cat section, and three elephants (one of which is a blatant copy of a well-done two-toned pink and blue elephant.)
~Edward drew two ducks - one right side up and the other on its head.
~Clever was the only one to draw a dog. I would’ve thought dogs would be more of a favorite.
~Evert’s sheep is pretty cool.
~I like Elizabeth and Santa’s bird things.
~Angel and Josep drew pretty sweet-looking cows.
~Thalia’s got a smiling fish going on.
~Theyson. What the heck is that? Whatever it is, I like it.
4. Photos of the class wearing their names. This was the highlight of the meeting. Except the timer never worked out. What you’re not seeing in many photos is me running through the kids yelling, “Corre! Corre!” (Run! Run!) I never made it in time.
It turned out to be a great day, despite the fact I’m missing three markers.
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