Tues. June 9th 2009
I've been getting many requests to continue my blog, even though I am no longer in Asia and (soon) will no longer be ambulating about the countryside. Because of these two drastic changes, I initially wasn't going to continue this blog after returning to the states, but to be honest I miss it and apparently some other people do too. And for the next couple of months, I'm still not tied down to any one place, even though I am working towards a more specific end than "experiencing Southeast Asia."
Back in January, during my first days in Chiang Mai, I was accepted into the U.S.'s Teach for America program. This program is a branch of Americorps, which many people call "the stateside Peace Corps. While Americorps is a one-year renewable experience working with a wide variety of non-profit and volunteer organizations, Teach for America is a two-year committment for corps members, all of whom are recent college graduates who agree to teach in an underperforming and underserved school district. Corps member teachers' larger purpose is to combat the educational achievement gap that exists in the United States. Each year, we engage in "big goal setting" with our students and their families. Most of our students are performing below (some very below) grade level proficiencies in math, reading and other content knowledge areas. This is a HUGE problem since a solid education is vital to college admissions, job prospects, and other aspects of a person's life. Lacking basic literacy skills drastically circumscribes an individual's opportunities and options.
The children I will teach are bright, creative, vibrant individuals. Due to where they live however, the educational system has failed them. Some will probably believe they are stupid and cannot succeed in school. This is not true, and it will be my (and my fellow corps members') job to help them unlearn this personal belief and help them prove to themselves and others, through making great educational strides during the year, that they are the brilliant individuals I know them to be.
I'm so stoked.
And scared pantsless.
So, tomorrow, I depart my beloved home state - Land of 10,000 Lakes - and head for the Atlantic Coast - Tar Heel territory to be exact. I'm taking some time to visit friends and family as I drive out and I will do my best to find breaks in training to write updates on what I'm doing to prepare for the fall and provide reflections on my experience as a new teacher, in a new region of the country.
Wed. June 10th 2009
Today I said final goodbyes to family and set out for Madison, WI - the first stop on my journey east. Wisconsin was uneventful. I did make the same mistake that I made traveling to the Dells two summers ago, though. See, you take I-94 out of the twin cities and it counts up from zero at the border. I needed to take exit 92. All of a sudden, I hit exit 98, and I’m kicking myself for missing the exit. So, I get at exit 102 and turn around. While doing so, I’m marveling at how quickly the state went by. But then I realize I am much further from Madison than I should be... And all the advertisement distances do not add up to mile 92. Hmm... Flipping backwards through the AAA Trip-Tik confirms my suspicions - Yes, I need to take I-90’s exit 92, not I-94. Never do directions mention that the two meet and when they do, the mile markers transfer to I-90 rather than 94. Since you do nothing to get on 90, and it is technically still 94, both Google (two years ago) and AAA (today) told me to follow I-94 to exit 92. Thanks guys. Very helpful. This particular exit/problem has now cost me almost an hour of my life.
In Madison, I’m staying with two friends, sorority sisters. They have what amounts to a starter home as an apartment - 3 bedroom, 2 bath condo. And they’ve been complaining about rent. Really? I suppose it probably seemed cheaper and more worth the money when they first leased it two years ago, when the economy was strong, versus today, when everything is expensive. I will be lucky to call such a nice apartment home.
The three of us and a boyfriend went out to eat with another sister and her fiancee at a place called Cheeseburger in Paradise. We (after much pointless head-scratching) decided to go there because of the sweet potato chips that you can get as a side. Duh-licious. Good call M!
Over dinner and throughout the night we talked about the work each is doing now, either two or three years out from undergrad. All three were science majors in college - a path I nearly pursued. One is in her second year of graduate school, after first doing a year-long internship at the National Institutes of Health. In grad school she’s studying the meningitis bacteria (which is apparently closely related to the gonorrhea bacteria - the main interest of her lab’s research), and even though finals are over, she still has a huge project due in a few weeks. K. said it’s their last chance to kick her out of grad school, so it’s kind of a big deal and involves writing a grant proposal and defending the project to a five-person faculty committee. I told her it sounds kind of like the undergrad theses students do at our school, but a much bigger deal. And mandatory.
M runs experiments (or protocols) for a pharmaceutical company. She’s been able to advance very quickly (from a “1” to a “3” in half the time as her boss and former trainer) and loves the work she’s doing. And, really, who wouldn’t love to get paid for spending time with chimps? I think it was M who also at one point had been doing some work related to the herpes virus... or maybe she just said she had an enlarged and stuffed facsimile of “the herp.” (K. has one of gonorrhea - and she gave them to family members at christmas. Sorry you’re missing out fam.)
S. is also in the pharmaceutical field, but not with a drug company. Instead she is working to reproduce human tissues for testing. Apparently you can manufacture stem cells from skin cells, and then use those stem cells to make other cells. It’s a wickedly difficult process and her team is working to find the happy medium between number of cells produced and the number that actually function as the type of cell (heart, skin, kidney, etc) that they’re supposed to be (growth-purity ratio). It’s a lot of running the procedure over and over and trying to be more exact with cell feedings and other lab techniques each time to have more functional cells. The goal is for drug manufacturers to be able to better test for and neutralize some of the unwanted effects of medications (such as - and I’m making this example up - a drug to cure acid reflux somehow damaging the heart muscle over time... something like that - keeping side effects from happening).
Back at the apartment we watched Transformers and played with the dog, Benny. He (the dog) really didn’t take to me. Every time I moved to a new part of the house he seemed to forget who I was and that he had already met me and been told I was safe. Essentially, this amounted to a lot of barking, which is no big deal, but it really flustered M, who had never seen him act like this before.
What I learned about the real world: The hours suck. There isn’t as much down time as you think you’ll have when you are slugging through all-nighters in college. It’s early mornings and working weekends and holidays. Yes, your evenings may be more free, but be prepared to have your only desire to be sitting on the couch or crawling into your bed. And I’ll still have to grade. Woo hoo.
What I’m resolving to do differently: I’m resolving two things - 1. Live within my means, starting with a cheap (read small?) apartment. I don’t want to be unable to save or have a night out once in a while because my rent is too high. - 2. Schedule fun nights. This is like scheduling “me” time, but with friends. I don’t want to find myself living in the same town as friends and never seeing them. It would drive me crazy. Even if it’s pizza and wine at someone’s apartment, or with my roommate and their significant other - one night a month, I’m spending with friends not working, having fun.
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