Happy Chanukah!

Yesterday was Diwali, which is a Hindu holiday celebrating the homecoming of Lord Ram after rescuing his wife Sita from the arms of the king of Lanka.  With the help of his faithful monkey-servant Hanuman, good triumphed over evil.

I read they're making a movie with Keanu Reeves.

The past few days have had me pondering a lot.  I'm a Christian who works at a Christian school where a majority of students are not Christian in a predominantly Hindu part of a predominantly Hindu country with a Sikh prime minister.  There are Muslims, Buddhists, and Zoroastrians in there too...

So, I'm trying to think of analogies to what I've seen the past few days.  The school had a fireworks display last night in honor of Diwali (the tradition is to set out diyas or lamps for Ram to find his way home- as if he'd get so lost to come by Mussorie).  I love fireworks, but isn't this kind of like a Jewish school having a Christmas pageant?  I mean, cool in the way of diversity and all, but kind of a contradiction.  But, considering how many Hindu kids are at the school and we don't allow them to go to the temple (the decision based I think on the fact they will buy fireworks and/or get limbs blown off in the bazaar), maybe it's only right that we do some fireworks.  I mean, if a bunch of Christians were a minority at a boarding school and they weren't allowed to go to church on Easter, it'd be only fair to have a celebration at school.

So, I guess the question I've been pondering is more about what is appropriate for Christians to do regarding devotion ceremonies to Hindu gods.  Or, regarding a long-standing fun cultural event.  WHICH ONE IS IT?!?  Some Christian staff participate in the explosive festivities without a second thought.  They'll also happily do yoga (another post, another post) along the Ganga and feel "spiritual."  Other Christian staff grumble that the school does anything for a Hindu holiday.  

I... observe.

A dinner of onions

I have to admit, I get bored just writing about what happens in my life.  It just reminds me too much of Doogie Howser or some 12 year old girl confiding in her secret journal with a too-easily-broken lock.  The past few weeks have had sports day, quarter break, and the student talent show.  Each of those things have fun stories to go with it.  I won a medal for the staff relay, I bought some kind of bronze star globe with Farsi script, and heard a pretty decent cover of a Blur song.  If you're really interested, ask me.

But what I really like about the past few weeks is how settled I have felt living and working here.  Most of the things on my mind are not really blogworthy.  I am now accepting that I cannot get any white or yellow onions.  I will be dealing with students giggling as I mention the Abrahamic covenant (look it up if you don't know what I'm talking about).  I'm okay with that.  Seniors will think they are God's gift to the earth and make up privileges as they see fit.  Yup.

Does anybody besides me really care about the color of onions?  No, probably not.  So I won't write too much about it.  However, if anyone cares, I do make a mean French-style onion soup (no crouton or broiled Provolone).  Add a few globules of yak cheese and that's a dinner, buddy!

A dinner of onions.  Besides pretentious book club books, what else should I write about?

Woodstock has a new dance floor. And gym.

Yesterday, we had our gym dedication.  The old gym was knocked down 11 years ago and the new gym went through permit hell (purgatory maybe?) before being built.  Eleven years of basketball up at dorms and gym teachers screaming at teams outside of classrooms in session.

But no more!  Woodstock now has a gym FAR better than any I've ever seen in a school.  In addition to the standard brown wood on the floor and blue pads on the wall, we have the following:

A gymnastics room

A climbing wall

A squash court

A proper weight room (the treadmills have tvs on them)

REALLY nice scoreboards

Basically, it's an awesome gym.  If I were a PE teacher, I would feel like I could never live up to the standards of the gym.  Let's hope they don't build an RE complex.

In addition to the speeches given by some of the donors and family members of the guy the gym is named after, we had a special dinner and dance.  After filling up on chicken burgers, dosa and hot cocoa, we went up to the gym to enjoy a REAL DJ (not a grade 12 student with an ipod and a tick in his/her thumb, changing the song every 25 seconds).  They also had brought in a guy to do some laser thing.  We were told he did lasers for both Michael Jackson and Elton John.  How can I get to be a big laser guy?

The dance was fun.  I like to limit my dancing to a few times a year, or else it gets old.  It was a great time, watching groups of grade six students flailing wildly, younger staff getting down, awkward sophomore boys jumping and cheering for each other, and older staff couples dancing with each other.  A few of the junior boys took to creating coreography with each other, a few shy middle school students ran off to avoid embarrassment, and a few teachers sought out embarrassment by showing off moves to the students.

I am proud to say that I outlasted most other staff and quite a few students.  By the time the music ended, I was exhausted.  The day began at 7 am with Friday morning Bible study, I taught five classes in the day, ushered my advisory to the gym, sat through speeches, stuffed myself with free food, and danced for three hours.  I got home at 10:50.  Despite all the busyness, it was a great time.  I hope we can open some new building like this every semester.

Hodgepodge

I know, it's been a bit.  The past few weeks have been full and exhausting, which is not necessarily a bad combination.  Last weekend was the RE retreat, which needs a better name.  It's the high school voluntary Christian retreat, which I helped lead a bit.  The theme was "no fear" and we looked at faith, hope and love as the opposites of fear.  I teamed up with another adult to talk about faith.  My main part was to reason out with the kids what we have faith in and why.  The second part was looking at the Christmas story and the crucifixion to see when Mary's faith was tested.  That weekend, we also went on a short short hike to Flag Hill, a hill closeby where lots of local Buddhists hang their prayer flags. 

Maybe the most interesting part of the weekend was what happened after lights out.  The RE retreat has a bit of notoriety for being a weekend with less supervision for couples.  I've heard stories... As everyone was settling down, I noticed a few guys and girls desperately trying to talk and whisper with each other before bed.  When I stopped this, they got clever.  A few girls came over to the guys' side to "get water," one guy gave me a hug and mouthed things over my shoulder as I tried to push him away, and finally, things were yelled in Korean for another student to pass the message on.  Unable to see any other resolution, I grabbed a blanket and posted myself on the floor outside of the guys' room until about 2AM.  They felt guilty, as they should have, but I don't THINK anything happened.  I told the guys that I can stay up later and wake up earlier than they can.  Probably not the truth, but intimidation is important on Christian retreats...

Another thing I've been working on is the student talent show.  I did this last year, so I'm trying to impart my meager wisdom on the students in charge.  My main role is auditions, being the moral monitor and making sure we don't have a bloated show.  It's going alright- we had a few good acts, and no horrible acts so far.

Hopefully my life can slow down a bit over the next couple weeks.  I'm almost caught up on grading, auditions are almost over, and I don't think I have any big events coming up.  I might even get a whole weekend to relax!  I don't think I've had one so far this year.

Ciao.

My adwisory

Last night was the high school advisor night.  Almost all the high school teachers are assigned a group of 8-12 students who you take care of now and then until you leave or they graduate.  I have a group of ten grade 11 students who are a pretty diverse bunch.  To give you a picture, I have two staff kids, three Koreans, an Afgani, a few Americans, a few Indians, and a Thai girl. One student was practically born at Woodstock, while two just arrived a few weeks ago.  Last night, all high school advisors had to entertain their students for a few hours.  Some teachers had the students over to their house and some went out to eat.  

I took my group to Rice Bowl, a local restaurant.  I ordered some pork thukpa and momos.  To translate, I ordered a bowl of noodle soup and dumplings, both Tibetan.  The school gave me Rs 1350 plus I get Rs 240 for the kids not eating in dorms.  The bill came to about 1850.  Somehow, despite me telling the kids that I got money AND taking into account my own food, when I paid the whole thing, they flipped out.  "You shouldn't have done that!" they yelled.  I'm not sure if I said this before, but the students are easily bought.  I know, it sounds bad.  But for kids in a boarding school, taking the kids out to eat now and then will buy their affection.  After Rice Bowl, we went to Cafe Coffee Day (next door) for dessert and beverages.  Most of us ordered a sizzling brownie, and I think it's necessary to have a separate paragraph for this next point.

People like sizzling stuff.  Seriously, who doesn't want to squeal with glee when your hot food is making noises at you?  Back home we have fajitas and maple blonde brownies.  Here in India, a lot of the more upscale restaurants (for Woodstock staff) have "sizzlers" where the food comes out on a hot skillet, choking everyone with its smoke.  The brownie I had last night had smoke created from burning chocolate sauce.  It tasted a little carbonized, but was otherwise a tasty dessert.

Now that I've taken my kids out to eat all together, my plan is to have them over in groups of 3 or 4 for breakfast-for-dinner.  I've been perfecting my chocolate-chip pancakes and I can make some great greasy diner-style hashed browns.  I'm excited for it myself.

Ciao.

Wisdom

School started this past Wednesday, about two weeks earlier than I was ready for. Everything is going fairly well so far. I now teach 9th grade RE (same as last semester), 10 grade RE (general Western philosophy and the philosophy of religion), Old Testament Survey, and 10th grade world history. All around, pretty fun.

So far, having only seen each of my minor classes twice, I'd say my favorite is the 10th grade class.

Today in class, we talked briefly about what they take for granted and how they find out what is real and true. When I asked how they know tectonic plates cause earthquakes, one student confidently said, "textbooks." It got me thinking, and, being my style, I thought aloud, that for these students, the textbook is everything. Their lives depend on them knowing what the textbooks say in all their classes and being able to vomit that information on their APs, SATs, ACTs, and IGCSEs. We followed it up with talking about how we use our senses and reason to figure out many things, but the idea of textbooks stuck with me. How much do I believe based on textbooks, or what a teacher said, or what I read on some blurb online? I certainly know that I have said things wrong in class, and I've seen some poorly written textbooks...

I stick with Socrates' saying: "Wisest is he who knows he knows not." Or, the similar proverb: "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom." I don't think that would fly if I said it in my class to a question I don't know how to answer, but... I'll still sick with ol' So-crates.

All things new

We had our first day of meetings at the school today.  I do have to say that despite the way we ended the year (tired and tearful), people seem rather energized and happy to be back.

It's an odd thing.  It's been 3 1/2 years since I've graduated with a teaching license and this is the first time I'm not going to be the new guy.  Working in Mexico and Spring Lake Park I was the new guy, but those jobs only lasted one year.  For the first time ever, there are people newer than I am at a school.

It seems like a really great group so far.  They seem really diverse, friendly and full of energy.  I really hope that keeps up and encourages everyone else.

In other news, my new house had its first break-in.  Last night a mouse found a small hole in the outer door followed by a big slant in my inner door followed by my kitchen.  I saw the whole thing and those who know me know that I am not exactly a manly man.  I yelped a bit and avoided the kitchen.  When I moved to my computer, I heard it banging around a little bit, then the sounds got closer.  I swear, it charged at me.  Well, I yelled, and it skreeked and ran out the hole.  Right now the door is lined with fire wood, which will hopefully keep further intruders out.

In related news, I purchased my first handgun today.  It was really a spur of the moment thing, with two of my coworkers and I talking about monkeys and mice.  It turns out that our dearly departed (from India) former Hindi teacher used to chase mice under his refrigerator and shoot them dead with his BB gun.  So, I trekked up with a co-worker from Chicago to the grocery store that also sells BB guns.  The way up we were lamenting that where we come from, only the bad guys have guns.  For him, gangsters and whatnot, for me Republicans and rednecks.  We got a chance to test them out on some monkeys on the way back.  It turns out the monkeys know what these guns are and what they do and took off running.  If they ever get aggressive though, I only get one shot then that thing turns into a club...

I'll let y'all know how the year starts off after more than one day later!