I write this entry from the front lines. My classroom. Derslik 1-7 in the Yabancı Diller Yüksek Okulu--School of Foreign Languages. It’s 10:06 a.m. I’ve been here since 8. I’m supposed to teach two two-hour long classes of “Speaking” for Engineering students. I arrived at 7:45 with a vague outline of introduction dialogues and name game activities. My colleagues warned me over and over that the students do not take the first week of classes seriously. They told me that no one would come. I thought they meant “no one” in the way I use “no one” to describe how many people go to football games at Catholic. Some people still go. And although I may have to stop writing at any moment, for my 10 to 12 class, it seems like they literally meant no one. I feel like an RA who planned a program at 9 pm on a Friday.
Two boys did come to my 8 a.m. class. Enes and Bektaş. I should have guessed that something was fishy when they introduced themselves as medical students. I’m supposed to teach engineering and tourism students but I thought perhaps it was just a mix up in the schedule. We talked for about 40 minutes about our hometowns, families and favorite food. After the 10 minute break, they informed me that they realized they were in the wrong class but since they were not sure where their correct class was, they wanted to stay and talk. I’ll take any students. And since I don’t have a roll sheet yet, maybe they mistaken and they are mine. We ended “class” (or maybe just hang out time) with playing word association. The first words that they associated with America were “military”, “strong” and “freedom.” Okay. Seems like I have a lot of work to do this year. Maybe that’s a reason I’m here? So that next year, they are able to associate other words with my country?
It’s now 10:17. Enes and Bektaş are gone. Will anyone come to my 10 am class? Will they tomorrow? My colleagues also warned me that the level of the student’s will be very low. That’s pretty intimidating for a speaking teacher to be told that her students may not know how to speak at all. I was very impressed with how much English Enes and Bektaş knew and how well they understood me. They are students in the Medical Faculty though, the school that accepts only the students who score the highest on their entrance exams.
10:22. Ibrahim, the man in the Yabancı Diller with all the keys, just popped his head in and asked if I did not have any students today. I answered, I don’t know. Which in retrospect was an incorrect thing to say. I should have just said no. Wait, I didn’t even say “I don’t know”, I said, “We don’t know.” Oh geez. Turkish. I’m so used to saying “we” since I’m often with another yabancı.
I’m still not used to how well they treat us here. Could you imagine any University in the U.S. welcoming four new “lecturers” who are younger than everyone else and can barely speak your language? We went to a faculty meeting yesterday and the director often stopped to translate for us. A embassy official gave us a speech at orientation to pump us up about teaching. He told us that we were invaluable as native speakers at our Universities. He said that 50% of the Internet is written in English, our students will be expected to be proficient in a growing number of fields, etc. It seemed a little “rah-rah” State Department to me when he said it but the way they are treating us, it seems like they view us in that way again.
10:55. Elizabeth popped in and we reminisced about our first few weeks of freshman year. Our conversation reminded me that our students are probably more nervous than we are. It is strange not to have a real first day. I have 62 more minutes. If no one shows up, I suppose I will be going to bed with a anticipation brewing in my stomach once again. Inşallah, I will not be the only one in this classroom tomorrow.
11:07. Four girls came by and introduced themselves. But told me (in Turkish) that they were not coming today. I’m not sure why. They were carrying a lot of textbooks. Maybe today is just pick up your text book and leave day? I was given all the textbooks but since I don’t have a list, I did not want to give them out. The girls (I only only remember one of their names--Fatma) asked if I was Korey. What? How do they already know Korey? Korey teaches here in the afternoon so I thought maybe they were just checking out the room and would be back. No, apparently their speaking class is in the morning. But they told me that in Turkish, so I may be mistaken.
11:14. I suppose I will write some emails. My low WIFI lifestyle has taught me that emails can be written at any time, they can be copied and pasted online much later.
11:32. Three boys stopped by. One introduced himself right away in understandable English. He told me that he was a second year engineering student and he had Max (a former Fulbrighter) last year. He was showing his first year cousin and his friend around. First year cousin and friend looked terrified. And insisted that second year translate everything. Alas, they were not my students, they were scheduled for one of Korey’s classes this afternoon. Maybe everyone just overslept?
16:59 Still sitting in the classroom, hoping someone will arrive. Just kidding. I left around around noon. I’m back in my apartment. My afternoon was much more productive than the morning. I finally tried Erzurum’s famous cağ kebab--lamb meat on skewers served with lavash, yogurt, peppers and spicy salsa-type sauce. When you squint your eyes, it looks like Mexican food but the tastes are different. We went out to lunch with three of the directors of our school--including our boss, Mehmet Bey who I’ve mentioned before. Mehmet Bey likes to rank things. For example, cities: Erzurum, New York, Paris. Tblisi, Amsterdam, Brussels. And football teams: Trabzonspor, Barcelona, Manchester United. He also likes to drink something called “Şalgam” which translates to turnip. He let us try some at lunch. It must be akin to a gin and tonic of a non-alcohol drinking region. Because it burned my throat. I felt like I drinking salty vinegar. But I kind of liked it.
I’m also one step closer to getting Wifi. The electrician came today. I also have roll sheets for my classes. So, tomorrow, if/when anyone comes, I will be ready!
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