
View from Spencer’s Butte hiking trail

In the scarf factory, drinking my tea
Well, hello! I know, I know. This year has flown by, and I’ve done very few blog posts or newsletters. Not even a Christmas newsletter for 2013 or New Years 2014. I meant to do a mid-year (school year) post at the end of the 1st semester, and that came and went as well. But I definitely want to write before winter is over. And we are on the second day of a three day weekend thanks to a local holiday. So here I am, on Valentine’s Day, wishing my home state a happy birthday, and wishing my loved ones a happy day.
Oregon, my Oregon! (That’s the official state song, by the way; I think I had to learn it in 4th grade in the UofO children’s choir). I got to visit friends and family in Oregon for the winter break. I attended a backyard campfire one sunny afternoon, went horseback riding at the coast with a close friend, and hiked up Spencer’s Butte with my dad, but that’s about all I experienced of Oregon’s scenery. Over the holiday, I also got to fly to Pennsylvania and visit friends and family there and in Ohio. Both are lovely states. In Pittsburgh, I rode the Duquesne Incline, and toured the gothic Cathedral of Learning. My friends and I also toured a couple of Frank Lloyd Wright homes, and got the grand tour of Gettysburg from my uncle and aunt. In Ohio, I got treated to delicious food and Jungle Jim’s, which is kind of like the Rainforest Café of grocery stores. I love visiting new states. The USA has so much to offer! But Oregon will always be my home state.
What I miss most there is the waterfalls. They don’t have many waterfalls here. I’m guessing there are some up in the mountains, at least in the spring. Ah, the mountains. Now those, I don’t miss as much. Oregon has fantastic volcano mountains, and my middle schoolers love seeing pictures of those. But here the city is completely ringed in high rugged mountains, made even more epic this time of year with the snow. I go up on top of the high school building sometimes and sit, mesmerized by the mountains and warmed by the sun on my face.
I miss the children of Oregon. My friends’ kids, the youth group kids, and the students at the schools I worked at and student-taught at. But I am grateful to have great students here, too. They drive me crazy sometimes. There’s plenty of attitude, excuses, and whining. But there’s also lots of sweetness. The high school girls tell me I’m pretty, the middle school girls make me holiday cards, the middle school boys stop as they walk by to ask me how my day is going (and write messages on my whiteboard when I’m not looking after class), and the high school boys sing all the time (oh wait, that’s one of the things that drives me crazy, at least when I’m trying to teach). The kids here love music as much as kids in the States do. Two days ago the student council hosted a fundraiser party at lunchtime, and they had dancing. Here, girls can watch boys dance, but not vice-versa, so there was a screen up so the girls could dance. The 8th grade girls dragged me in there to dance local-style. I actually really like the dance-pop music here. Kind of a blend of traditional music with a dance beat. But what I love about the kids most of all is that even though it takes a while to get to know them, once they know you’re sticking around for a while, they open up more and want to get to know you more. It means a lot to them that you want to be here. So I’m really excited to come back next school year.
There are other things about Oregon that I miss, too. The coast. The coffee. The carefree strolls. There are only a couple shops I’m allowed to walk to, and other than that, my walks are limited to circling the basketball court, the badminton court, or the soccer “field” (made out of dust). But the people here make up for it. They are so hospitable and generous. Recently for our student character awards, the theme was “generosity,” and I couldn’t think of any exceptional students to nominate for that, because they’re all so generous. The kids bring food to share communally, and have even offered me some when they’re in my classroom for lunch detention. I’ve written already about visiting the neighbors across the street for lunch and tea. A couple weeks ago, I got to go to a famous old shopping district and visit a scarf shop with a small factory upstairs. It was so cozy, with only a few looms, and fabric draped everywhere, even the ceiling. The shopkeeper offered us tea, and we refused the three required times, and then accepted. And of course, I bought a scarf. Not one of the $75 silk ones that take six weeks to embroider by hand. Maybe someday. But it was a great experience. Everyone here is so giving. Once I stopped by my house on my lunchbreak and gave our maid a couple pieces of candy, and she gave me some of the naan she was eating for lunch. Then the next day, she brought me a beautiful little embroidered cloth (about the size of a bookmark). The other night, when one of the drivers was driving us gals home from bowling, he cranked up the music and started singing along. He said it was his favorite song, from a Bollywood movie. We asked about the movie, and he said he’d lend it to us. I don’t know if he’ll ever remember to bring it with him, but there is definitely an attitude of sharing here. Even the guards, who are usually very reserved, especially with us females, shared in an epic snowball fight last week. They hid behind the hescoes and waited till one of us peeked around to throw a snowball, and threw one right back at us. Then they charged us all to gain ground. The neighbor kids and the drivers joined in, too, and it was beautiful chaos, everyone against everyone. One of those moments in life that can transcend language, race, religion, tribe, and gender role expectations.
Winter with our expat culture has been fun, too. The staff has been going around singing songs from the Disney movie “Frozen,” especially so the day it snowed. So of course we built a snowman (okay, I came at the end and added a little to the work my coworkers and the neighbor boys had done) while the science teacher played the “Do You Want to Build A Snowman” song on his phone. Oregon has had record snow this year, just not while I was there. So I was glad to get some here! We’ve kept cozy and warm with movie parties, pizza parties, and fairy-tale themed murder mystery parties this winter. My classroom has been cold this last week with the snow, but my bedroom keeps warm with the baby bukhari that was installed late last fall. Sometimes I set my tea on the one in my classroom to keep it warm. We drink lots of tea and hot chocolate here (both readily available, even at our local corner store). Soon I’ll get tired of the cold, and be ready for spring. I’ve heard spring is lovely here. And of course, I’m looking forward to summer in Oregon. I can’t wait to see my friends and family there! And hike Silver Falls, of course! But for now, I’m weathering the winter quite well. And enjoying the time I have with my students and friends here while it lasts.

Do you want to build a snowman?

Snowy trees in our compound

Battlefield below Little Round Top in Gettysburg

At the top of Little Round Top in Gettysburg

View of sunset from the top of Devil’s Den in Gettysburg

Duquesne Incline in Pittsburgh, looking down while riding up