Sunday, March 10, 2013

Create Cambodia Festival 2013


            A blog post about Create Cambodia is a really daunting task. How can I possibly explain accurately how amazing it all was if you weren't there? How can I even come close to doing it justice? But I will do my best.

            I’ll start by thanking every person who made this possible. Claire, I could not have had a better partner to help me pull all this together, and Lauren and Megan really completed the dream team. Next year, I am so confident to leave this project in your capable hands. Thanks to all of the volunteers who attended the festival. Every single one of you was necessary to pull it all together, and of course the group took a lot of pressure off of the “dream team” and allowed us time to enjoy ourselves at the festival as well. Last, but far from least, I want to thank the people who donated money to the festival. You chose a wonderful cause to give to, and I want to thank you on behalf of the participating Peace Corps volunteers, as well as the 150 Khmer students and counterparts.



            Here’s what went down at the festival:

Friday Evening, March 1st
            About 140 students plus 16 Khmer counterparts arrived from all around the county between 3 and 5 o’ clock. During that time they were checked in, and sent to decorate name tags. Once everyone was settled in, our first simple activity was to hand out water bottles and art supplies. The students decorated their water bottles so they would be easily recognizable, and the students could reuse them throughout the festival to cut down on garbage.




At 5:30 we had the essential and inevitable group meeting to explain the rules and schedule of the festival. I was given the job of being MC for the weekend because my Khmer is the best in this group, and probably also because I’m good at yelling at students and I don’t care if they’re scared of me. Somebody had to keep order in this place. After the meeting we had dinner.




At 7:00PM the students were treated to a professional dance performance with 4 different organizations in Cambodia. The first was Epic Arts. This organization takes in disabled students, and helps them acquire a full education, specifically training them in the arts. There were about 10 dancers, most of whom were deaf and one was in a wheel chair. They performed 3 different dances. The first moments were particularly exciting because they came on stage using crutches, but as the music started up, they used the crutches as props to do flips and spins. All 3 dances were modern, but the moves were clearly influenced by traditional Khmer styles. The next performers were from Krousar Thmey (which translates to New Family). This organization is similar to Epic Arts in that it educates students with disabilities. Krousar Thmey specializes in educating deaf and blind children dancing and music. They also developed and taught the students Khmer systems of Braille and Sign Language. Krousar Thmey performed 2 dances. Blind students played traditional instruments, while the deaf students danced, following the directions of their teacher. The third organization was Apsara Arts Association. Apsara is the name of Khmer ballet. It involves beautiful traditional costumes, slow and controlled movements, and twisted but beautiful positions. We were surprised to find out that this dance troop was entirely made up of 12 year olds. They were so young, but danced with the perfection of dancers twice their age and with twice their experience. The final performers were students from Tiny Toones, an organization that takes in poor students, gives them an education, and also teaching them break dancing and other art forms. Needless to say, it was all impressive and really exciting. After the concert our students had a brief meet and greet with the performers.

















At 9:00PM we started our last activity, which was origami. A group of Peace Corps volunteers taught the students step by step to make origami cranes. This activity had a second function as a cool-down activity, meant to slow down the excitement in the hopes that they would fall asleep faster. Lights out finally happened at around 11PM. Students (and PCVS) set up rice mats and mosquito nets around the open-air venue and slept on the floor.



Saturday Morning, March 2nd
            6:30AM was official wake-up time, but students started getting up and making noise before 5AM. They packed up their bedding, were led in group stretching, and then we all got our breakfast of rice porridge.





            At 8:30AM we had our first workshop. Apsara Arts Organization came back with their 12 year old dancers. We thought their teacher was going to lead the workshop, but what she had in mind was even better. She brought about 7 or 8 girls to teach the whole group of students the beginning of one of their routines. I was so impressed by the little girls. They were professional and funny, and knew how to rock the crowd with the microphone to get better participation. The students really enjoyed it, and so did I! The movements are so intricate and precise that I had trouble keeping up, but I loved seeing some of my students finally getting it after an hour of repetition.








            At 10:00AM we had our second workshop, done this time by Krousar Thmey. Krousar Thmey came to educate the students about working in the arts as a blind or deaf person. Our students got to meet with their performers and ask questions about a variety of topics. Our students learned some key words and phrases in sign language, and got to see how their names look and feel written in Braille. Very few of our students even knew that these systems existed, and they were all eager to learn more. They particularly loved learning sign language, and I caught them signing to each other throughout the rest of the festival.





            Before lunch, we finished with one more big group activity. Remember when you were in elementary school general music, and your teacher led you in a series of snaps, pats, claps, and stamps to create the sound of a rainstorm? Well that’s what we did with 150 people all in a circle. The effect was really cool. My students particularly loved this activity. It might as well have been magic to them.




Saturday Afternoon, March 2nd
            After lunch, the students had an hour of free time. Most of them were exhausted and spent this time relaxing. Others spent it socializing and listening to music. PCVs used this time to sit down and have a casual meeting about upcoming activities, all the while guarding the venue entrance to make sure we had no students escaping out into the wild dusty streets of Kandal province.
            At 1:30PM, we were supposed to have a workshop led by a fine arts university, but they had to cancel last minute. Instead the Peace Corps volunteers led the students in a few activities meant to encourage the students’ acting skills. First was a game called Emotion Orchestra, and I of course volunteered to be the conductor. We separated the students into 4 groups and gave them 4 different emotions- angry, tired, happy, and sad. Then I stood in front of them, and controlled the levels of their emotions like a conductor. I’m sure I was having even more fun than them. After I had my fun, I stepped down and we let the students be the conductors.







            3:00PM started our workshop with Cambodia Living Arts. CLA is an awesome organization, really on the front lines of bringing all forms of traditional art back to Cambodian people. This year they brought a team of Chapei Dong Veng players. Chapei is a two stringed long neck guitar. In the traditional style of playing, the lower string acts as a constantly strummed drone while the higher pitched string plays a melody. After about a minute of an improvisational melody, the chapei player stops, and improvises a similar melody with his voice. The lyrics are often jokes and comments about what the singer sees or thinks about his current situation, or about his audience. After singing a verse, the player then leads back in with his chapei. My students told me that this was their favorite workshop, and I think it was mine too, but this is probably because after the workshop, the players gave us an opportunity to try out their instruments. I had myself a short two minute lesson, and then was on my way, creating silly verses with the students in the traditional chapei dong veng style. Another cool part about this organization is that they offer lessons on Chapei and many other instruments to Khmer students for pretty cheap while they are studying at university in Phnom Penh. I know some of my students are ready to sign up.







            At 4:30, a Peace Corps Volunteer led a visual art workshop. The students all created their own versions of the painting Starry Starry Night, except with Angkorian temples. Just like last year, by this time in the festival, the students were used to being asked to create things in their own way. In the beginning they were hesitant, but by now they all had their noses to the paper, feverishly drawing colorful skylines and temples.






Saturday Evening, March 2nd
            After dinner, everyone was exhausted, but we knew they’d get their second wind with what we had in store for them. First was a rhythm activity led by another PCV. She handed out and tied different colored string to students’ wrists and ankles. Depending on what color they got, tied to where, that determined which beat they would either drum (with a chopstick) or stamp their foot. The volunteer slowly brought them to do a typical drum set beat, filling in the beats with different groups of sounds. When it was put all together along with music the kids were so proud of themselves.




            And then at 7:30 came the moment that all the students had been waiting for- PROM! Or, well, the closest thing they’ll ever have to a prom. Despite the humidity, the students danced with high energy for 2 hours. Songs ranged from the Cupid Shuffle to JLO to Khmer Rongvong. I played DJ and did my best to keep everyone happy, and also get as much time dancing with my students as I could. Everyone had a blast letting loose and showing off their goofy moves.






Before sending the students to bed, we had 2 more cool-down activities. First, we had the students sit and either write thank you letters or draw thank you pictures. We gave them the option of either addressing them to their Peace Corps Volunteer, or to the sponsors who made the festival possible. Then we collected all the materials, and the students did a half hour of yoga. The idea was to make them sleepy and also give it a little more time for the sweat to evaporate off their bodies before going to bed (not all the groups could have their shower time before lights out.. there were only 4 showers for over 150 people!)



Sunday Morning, March 3rd
            This time, the students stayed in bed even past 6AM, which was a miracle. We clearly wore them out on Saturday! We led them in morning stretches again, they had their breakfast, and then met in their groups to prepare for each of their performances. For my group, that meant tuning our guitars and warming up our voices.




            Soon after 9AM, our big Student Exhibition started. The students performed what they had been working on with their teachers and PCVs at site for months. Instead of writing what each individual group performed, I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.



























            Some of the participating groups did not put on a performance because their art was visual. Their artwork was displayed throughout the festival, and the students had scheduled time to do an “artwalk” and discuss what they saw.






            As you can see, the festival was a huge success. The students will be talking about it for the rest of their lives, and so will I. When I joined the Peace Corps, I had dreams of doing projects in the arts, particularly in music, but I never dreamed that I could do something on this massive level. Artistic expression is something that I’ve held so dear to me my whole life. I can’t imagine having to grow up without ever studying music, holding a crayon, or creating my own story. I think back on my life, and so much of my happiness has come from music. I dedicated my life to music and the way that it makes me feel, and the way that I can make it speak to others. I feel so blessed to have been able to watch so many wonderful students get a small taste of that through this festival, and through my own chorus class. This country is seeing a rebirth of art and creativity after it was all but wiped out in the genocide 30 years ago. After collaborating with wonderful organizations like CLA, Epic Arts, Krousar Thmey, Apsara Arts, and Tiny Toones, and also after seeing the students thirst for more, I know that the beautiful and unique artistic traditions in Cambodia will one day see a full recovery. We didn’t bring the students here to train them to be professionals, or in the expectation that they would become experts, but rather to open their eyes to a world where art is celebrated, understood, and respected. It is THEIR culture and THEIR country and they have every right to feel proud of their ancient heritage, and to be leaders supporting the new artistic and creative revival in Cambodia.



            I love my students. I love this country. I love my job. To paraphrase another PCV working on this project, “THIS is what they were talking about when they mentioned Peace Corps Highs.”


Thursday, February 28, 2013

(Less than) 5 Months, 5 Things


5 things I can't wait for...
  1. Church
  2. Schools with discipline systema and teacher accountability
  3. Rat/fire ant/gecko/tarantula – free houses
  4. New York City
  5. Plumbing


5 things I don't want to leave...
  1. Mangoes
  2. My “ladies”. My coffee lady. My phone card lady. My nail lady. My sugarcane juice lady. etc
  3. My bike. It’s crap, but we’ve been through a lot together
  4. Shootin’ the breeze with my host sister or brother
  5. My very good friend Rithy
fried crickets!

delish!

A surprise beetle thrown into the mix

Nasty sandwiches I used to have to eat a few times a week. This one was my favorite because of the paper it was wrapped in.

Emily the tukay lizard

Diana and Leah, the rock stars of Prey Veng, obviously

the Peace Chor-us at our gig singing on the 4th of July for the embassy

We clean up pretty good, don't we?


marines and peace corps volunteers.


Monday, February 18, 2013

The Day I Completely Lost My Cool


… in front of almost 200 students, my best local friend, and the Deputy School Director.

Here’s the story.

I have a chorus class here at my school. We have been practicing for months to get ready for the Create Cambodia Fine Arts Festival. In order to fundraise money to participate, we put on a school concert. First we went class to class asking for donations, and then we invited them to the concert. They were told they would watch a concert and then dance together at the end.

Today was the day of that concert. Of course right from the beginning, it’s a really stressful day. First of all, it was the hottest day of the year so far… the kind of day where wearing clothes at all doesn’t seem to make sense, let alone a long heavy skirt and a tight collared shirt. Then only about half of the students showed up on time to prepare the room for the concert. Then when the room was finally prepared and it was time to do a quick run-through, 3 of the students were nowhere to be found. The run-through went horribly for every single song. Then it took us a half hour to get the microphone to work, and even when it was working it wasn’t nearly strong enough to pick up all the voices. Then just as it was time to get started, the student who promised he’d be the announcer of all the songs backed out and left me to be the announcer in a language I’m not THAT good at.

But surprisingly, none of that got me down. We had almost 200 students show up to catch the concert, and my chorus students were feeling good. The concert happened without major incident. The chorus sang 5 songs, I sang 2, and my friend Rithy sang 1. The whole concert was about a half hour, and everything went by mostly smoothly.

Then at the end of the concert, the plan was to make it interactive and teach all the students in the audience to dance Gangnam Style. And so began my downward spiral.

Standing with the microphone in front of 200 students and my “boss,” I thanked the students for coming and supporting this group of singers. I then announced that any student who wished to learn to dance Gangnam Style should stay. I asked in simple, clear Khmer “Do you want to learn Gangnam Style?” At this point I noticed that about 10 students in the front had taken out their phones and were taking videos of me making this announcement. No one responded to my question. No problem. I just moved on. I invited the students to come to the front where there was room to dance so that we can begin. No one moved. I asked the students to raise their hand if they wanted to learn the dance. Not a single student raised their hand. Feeling slightly defeated, I said “ok then, no one wants to learn so this is the end. Thanks again for coming.”

The students still didn’t budge from their seats. They sat there staring at me. 200 pairs of eyes boring into my skin. My chorus students rushed over to me and begged me to go on with the plan of teaching Gangnam Style. I explained that I wasn’t going to do it if no one wanted to dance. So, one of my students took a turn. She got on the microphone and asked the students to come forward to dance. No one budged and no one said a word. I tried again. The camera phones came out again. Same response. So once again, I explained that the concert is over. Again my chorus students begged me to keep trying. I said fine. “I understand you are feeling shy, so you can start in your seats, but when we learn the footwork, you need to come forward.” I then taught them the hand motions of Gangnam Style. About half the students did it. The other half was busy taking videos of me. Then I asked them to come forward so I can teach them the footwork. Dead stares again. Camera phones kept rolling. At this point I started cracking. “Why are you here? Are you here to dance or to stare at me? Because I said you should stay only if you want to dance.” Blank stares. “Raise your hand if you want to learn to dance.” Blank stares. Cameras rolling. “Fine! The concerts over! GO HOME!” No one moved.

Another chorus member came over with an idea. He said that if I played the song, maybe they would come forward to dance. Cameras still rolling, I took out my computer and started the song. My chorus students tried to help by starting to dance but they quickly stopped under the pressure of 200 pairs of eyes. They began telling me to start dance. “Dance, teacher! Dance! hurry up! Dance! Cher, Dance!” but what I heard was “DANCE MONKEY DANCE!” My voice raised, I said “NO! I will not dance if no one else is dancing! This is not a show!” I turned off the song, took the microphone again and began screaming “If you’re not going to dance go home! GO HOME! Why are you still sitting here! GO HOME! IT’S OVER!” Those camera phones didn’t miss a beat.

My friend and co-teacher Rithy came running over and said “you need to dance for them. If you don’t, they will be upset with you.” At this point all sanity went out the window. I imploded. Are you KIDDING me? They’re going to be upset with me?? I’m upset with THEM! And I stormed off to finish packing up my stuff. I hear Rithy on the microphone begging the students. Then I hear another chorus student trying to get students to come forward, again to no avail. Then I even hear the deputy school director (who up until this point has just been sitting silently with his arms folded) telling students to participate. I started feeling a little bad for snapping at Rithy, and I tried to calm myself down. So I took the microphone again and said “okay, we will make one last deal. I will dance for you to watch one time, and then we will all get up and dance together. Okay?” Silence. “Can you answer?” Cameras rolling. “If I dance first, who will come dance after?” Silence. “I’M DONE! THAT’S THE END. THANK YOU FOR COMING! GO HOME! NOW NO ONE IS GOING TO DANCE! GO!” I turned around to my chorus students and repeated the same thing and told them to start cleaning up. I finished packing up my stuff and left the room. I ended up just hiding by one of the doors, thinking about what I just did.

After the concert, I then had hours of free time to think about what caused me to lose it. People stare at me every day in Cambodia. I very often catch students and other people taking pictures and videos of me. My patience is tested in extreme ways every day. Well, I now know the point at which my patience runs out. It’s the build-up of a list of things that will do it.

  • 200 pairs of eyes is a lot of eyes
  • There were a lot of cameras… and they were filming me doing nothing. If they were filming me performing, that would be a different story
  • The whole situation last 15 minutes, which is a lot of time to have so much unwanted attention
  • No smiling
  • No one responded to my questions
  • My students wouldn’t let me just end the concert, no matter how many times I tried.
  • I realized that all of those students came only to see what the crazy foreigner would do, and none came to see the chorus kids. The chorus kids deserve better than that.
  • I’ve been here 2 years. Why aren’t they over this yet? Every single student there sees me on a daily basis. 
  • The fact that the students felt like I somehow OWED them a show of me making a fool of myself
  • Being treated like a caged monkey who does tricks on command


                Obviously I’m over it now. And like I said, the real concert itself was a success. We are so ready for the Create Cambodia Fine Arts Festival. 

More photos from my trip to Ratanakiri

Waterfall


My host brother

He's a cool guy



My pregnant but beautiful host sister

The center of Ratanakiri Town

We went to Ratanakiri because we were invited to a house warming party. The party  became like an awkward 6th grade dance when the host insisted on playing a slow-dance song. 

(Less Than) 6 Months, 6 Things


Our COS (Close of Service) date has been pushed up, meaning I come home in less than 6 months.
Now I've gotta play catch-up with these simple blog posts, which at this point are just an easy thing to post so that I have an opportunity to put up some pictures.

6 Things I can't wait for
  1. Meeting new members of the family, including 3 nephews and a sister-in-law
  2. Finding out what the Harlem Shake is
  3. Radio
  4. Nice roads
  5. Musical Harmony
  6. My violin


6 Things I don't want to leave
  1. Half a can of soda in a bag with a straw
  2. Having visitors and being a tour guide
  3. Going to bed at 8:30PM
  4. Having time to read a few novels a month
  5. Yeys (grandmas) touching my butt
  6. My adorable 7th grade groupies
A nice group shot of last years' Honor Society kids

Pink sunset. The photo isn't even 10% as good as the real thing

palm trees at sunset

My house in the pink light


A completely different Cambodia! These pictures now are from a trip I made with my host family up north to Ratanakiri Province

My brother and sister


so different.


A crater lake

The lake. I went swimming in all my clothes. Worth it.I also did a lot of diving off of the dock, just because my host sister freaked out every time I did it.


Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Things That Happen On the Other Side


Things that happen while you serve in the Peace Corps
Note: I had to look up some of these things cause I had no idea.

  1. Something called Occupy Wall Street.
  2. Amy Winehouse died.
  3. Steve Jobs died.
  4. Older brother got a girlfriend
  5. Everyone puts a # sign in front of stuff they type. Why?
  6. Everyone made fun of Christina Aguilera
  7. People took pictures of themselves lying face down, all over the place. Why?
  8. Friends went to grad school
  9. Hurricane Irene
  10. An Earthquake on the east coast
  11. Summer Olympics
  12. Conservatives got really mad at Hilary Clinton.
  13. Friends got permanent jobs
  14. Whitney Houston died
  15. Dick Clark died
  16. Neil Armstrong died
  17. Friends, classmates, and ex boyfriends got engaged
  18. The world didn’t end.
  19. Julia Nunes made a new album
  20. Perks of Being a Wallflower became a movie
  21. Hurricane Sandy
  22. Little brother became man enough to grow a beard.
  23. Obama won a second term
  24. The hobbit became a movie
  25. The twilight saga finally ended
  26. 3 new nephews were born, and they grew into walking, talking toddlers
  27. Temple Run
  28. Everyone tried eating a spoonful of cinnamon without vomiting.
  29. Draw Something? What’s that?
  30. Boy bands became a thing again
  31. Older brother got engaged
  32. People cared about Kony for a week, but then heard the video was a scam so they stopped caring.
  33. The Hunger Games
  34. Pinterest. What is that?
  35. Friends finished grad school and collected their masters
  36. Hostess shut down.
  37. Instagram. Is that the same thing as pinterest?
  38. YOLO became a craze. By the time I figured out what it meant, it was over.
  39. Game of Thrones
  40. Friends stopped keeping in touch. Some never even tried to keep in touch.
  41. New Girl
  42. Hicksville became famous because of a fortune teller reality show
  43. Pottermore
  44. Couldn’t participate in the “first world problems” joke, because I’m in a third world country.


Sorta puts into perspective how long I’ve been away, doesn’t it?

These are things that happened while I’ve been overseas doing the Peace Corps. Notice though that I steered clear of using the words “missed out on.” Don’t you for a second think that I don’t have a list, even LONGER of stuff that happened here while you’ve been busy playing instagram and lying with your face on the ground.
Maybe you’re the one who has “missed out.”

These are photos of the World Map project I did with my students. They did a fantastic job. It's so detailed.

At this stage, we were drawing all the countries on the wall. This is Western Africa



Southeast Asia

The students at work





The first bit of color put on our drawn map