September
25 – October 2, 2015
Alex
and I stayed home for the weekend after Bayram. I completed my domestic
internship applications for the U.S. Department of State for summer 2016. This
entailed updating my resume with the Fulbright experience and writing personal
statements for why I am interested in two regional bureaus.
After
a restorative week, Alex and I were looking forward to our first day of school
of Monday, September 28th. When we got to the School of Foreign
Languages, however, we met the two assistant directors and learned that our
schedules were not yet created. Throughout the week, we went to school every
day at 10am and spent time at our desks preparing lessons and taking care of
other logistics such as getting our school-issued laptops.
Thursday
was our first “real” day of teaching, as we were asked to serve as substitute
teachers for level 1 English students. We were asked to teach three hours in
the morning, but due to English placement testing, we taught for only one hour
and instead helped administer examinations. After lunch, we were asked to hold
a “speaking club” for our graduate students—some of whom we had met during our
settling-in period. We are told that our primary task at Akdeniz University will
be to facilitate after-school speaking clubs to help graduate students improve
their speaking abilities before they go the United States or United Kingdom for
master’s programs funded by the Turkish government. Just as we finished the
speaking club on Thursday, we got a call from our administrator once again with
a new task: to teach for another three hours (3:30-6:30) to a new class of
level 1 English students. This was both exciting and stressful. Exciting
because we were finally interacting with students, and stressful because we had
to come up with activities on the spot. We engaged the students by having them
play a game in which they had to list as many English verbs as they knew, and
conjugate them in present and past tenses within 10 minutes. Not surprisingly,
common mistakes included irregular verbs such as eat, grow, and hurry – our students conjugated their
past tenses as eated, growed, and hurryed and learned that the proper conjugations are ate, grew,
and hurried. As with every classroom,
there were some students serious about learning English while others created
distractions. Teaching with Alex was a great experience because she entertained
the dedicated students while I disciplined the class clowns.
Another
highlight of our first week at school was Elizabeth Bear, who arrived from the
United States on Tuesday and has been staying with us as a guest. She was
placed at Akdeniz University through another State Department-sponsored program
called the “English Language Fellow
(ELF)” program. She is a sweet young woman, a few years older than Alex and me. She taught
in Korea for six years so she brings a unique international and comparative
perspective to teaching.
Saving
the worst for the last: my medical emergency, part two. I believe in sharing
the good, bad, and ugly from my Fulbright experience to demonstrate that living
abroad is not always rainbows and sunshine (actually, Antalya gets quite a bit
of torrential rainfall, so that alone proves my point). Anyway, my skin
infection returned and I went to the hospital designated for staff and
faculty—which, by comparison to the public university hospital where I went the
first time around, was much cleaner and less crowded. Despite the better
facility, I had a dissatisfactory experience with the nurse who was assigned to
draw my blood for a blood test. Disclaimer: I have always been afraid of
needles (hence my dreams of becoming a doctor ended quite early in my
childhood), but I am brave enough to handle blood tests. After the nurse
cleaned my left arm with alcohol, I felt a sharp poke in my vein and I could
tell something was wrong. I gave her the benefit of doubt and patiently waited
for a few seconds. When no blood was being drawn into the syringe despite her
efforts, I asked the lady nurse to take the needle out. Ouch! It hurt so much! Then, with the help of another nurse, they
were able to properly draw blood from my right arm and it was not nearly as
painful as my left arm. I walked away feeling sad because my left arm was in
pain, upset because the nurse wouldn’t give me a band-aid, and worried in case
the results came back with bad news. I now have a lovely, big, purple bruise on
my left arm to remind me of the terrible needle-poking experience.
When
I described this week’s events to my family, my Dad—who was an economics
professor in Pakistan and Qatar for a good majority of his early career—wrote
back to me the following words of encouragement. They cheered me up and
reminded me to be patient and flexible. After all, those are some of the most
important traits of a good diplomat. I love Baba.
“Mariya
Baita,
Sorry
to hear about your arm. Hopefully you will be better soon. Don’t overreact to
the day-to-day issues. Such things happen in third world countries. University
life is always be like that as you are facing. Don’t compare their system with
US. Try your best to adjust in that environment. Here, everything is ok. You
have to take care of yourself and be extra careful in conversation.
God
bless you,
Baba.”

