Conference

Next week is the big conference that I have been planning, that has been taking over my life, that has caused more stress than any work project ever has. On Tuesdsay, after weeks of paperwork and my coworker, Feryal, negotiating on my behalf, I finally got permission to use the computer lab for two hours a day during the conference. I went into the lab today to make sure the computers worked and that the workshop participants could do the tasks they will need to do, and nothing worked. The sound cards don't work; Media Player doesn't work. I am teaching a class on podcasting, but I am not allowed to download a podcatcher onto any of the computers or any other type of software (making it impossible for participants to listen to a sample podcast). All of the audio recording software is disabled (making recording a podcast impossible). The Internet connection is as slow as molasses, so nothing can be streamed, and even simple tasks are time consuming.

After nearly having broke down in the office, I came home to a wonderful message from my friend Emma expressing her appreciation for the things that I do in the community/with the community. And she pointed out that, although I initiate these things, I don't often take control of the movements, but allow them a life of their own.

It made me realize that I don't really want to be the lead trainer of university professors, teachers, and students next week. In fact, I don't really believe in the reality that there is someone with the answers (me) and someone to be taught (them). We learn from each other, and I dislike the artificial role of "expert". A little late for this revelation, I guess.

Dividends

Today I met with my 1C conversation class for the last time. For their final exam, we watched three short films that they wrote, edited, acted, directed, and produced, entirely in English. I was amazed by the quality of the films; they truly exceeded my expectations (and my abilities). I guess one of the most satisfying parts about being a teacher is when your students surprise and surpass you.

On another note, my 1D class brought me a most thoughtful gift. It was a wooden chest (usually reserved for women getting married, but I guess they've given up on me for that. . .) And it was filled with a a drawing or a note from each member of the class as well as a little porcelain ring box. That is something I will always treasure.

Two of my students from that same class are from Karamameras - the dondurma (Turkish ice cream) capital of Turkey. I always teased them that I would have to come visit just to try the ice cream. Instead, they brought the ice cream to me. They had their parents overnight me two kilos of ice cream in a special container; it was still frozen, and delicious, when it arrived.

A Gift

The school year is wrapping up and I am having to say goodbye to some of the best students I've ever had the pleasure to teach. My 1B conversation class surprised me last week when I wen to meet with them to return their papers. Obviously excited, they all gathered around me and presented me with a going away gift of a beautiful silver necklace, earrings, and ring embedded with matching green stones (my favorite color).
Despite the culture shock and moments of sickness and frustration, this year I have managed not to cry in front of my students (until now).