Me, but not me

17 June 2009

I've been back for a week now and I'm keeping my eyes open for the dreaded reverse culture shock.

It still hasn't come.

But I have noticed two things that are quite unusual for me:
1. I get tired at 8:30pm.
2. I have a hard time being with large groups of people for an extended period of time.

I'm hoping that these behaviors are just a temporary part of readjusting to my life in the States. I like being up late. I like being around large groups of people.

My mom and I are on a road trip for this week -- we've headed further east. Yikes. Hopefully, by the time I get back, I'll be my old self again.

I think I'm in love

12 June 2009

My family moved to Colorado during the summer of '93. I was not exactly happy about the move and apparently cried myself to sleep for the first three months we lived here (or at least whined and complained about it A LOT). Sixteen years later, not only is it impossible to imagine what my life would look like now if we'd never moved, I'm also mildly obsessed with my home state. (I've been mildly obsessed for awhile actually -- my friends in college thought all of us from Colorado were a bit nuts because of how enthusiastic we became when talking about home. We can't help it. Colorado just ROCKS!)

Even with my fair share of adopted state pride, it took moving to Mongolia last fall to make me realize just how much I think of Colorado as home. There are other places that have been home to me for awhile and they've each left their mark on my life and -- to some extent -- my personality, but it's to Colorado that my heart was drawn during those first hard weeks in UB. It was Colorado that I longed to see when I thought of going home.

My friends in Mongolia warned me that I might experience some culture shock when I returned to the States and urged me to make note of the different thoughts/feelings/sensations of the first few days. Far from having difficulty with re-entry, I feel quite like a giddy schoolgirl:
  • Before I even stepped foot in Colorado, I was already feeling like I was "home" when I was at the Vancouver airport. Everyone was so helpful and chatty and smiley and I couldn't help but think "I love the West!"
  • It's been raining a lot in Colorado, which is fairly unusual, so my first impression of coming home was of green fields and blue sky and dark mountains on the horizon.
  • I love being behind the wheel of my car again. I love putting in a mix CD my friend gave me for my birthday and rolling the window down to let in the warm summer air. It's so nice to be driving in a city where people obey the traffic rules more often than not.
  • A friend and I left Starbucks the other day to find two gorgeous rainbows shining in the east -- literally shining! They were so beautiful against the dark clouds.
  • Colorado summers used to mean regular afternoon thunderstorms, but it's been years since we've really had a "typical" summer. As I type this, I can see lightening flashing outside my window and hear the thunder following close behind while the rain slams against the glass. And then -- just like that -- it's passed on. I love listening to thunderstorms.
  • I keep gushing to my friends about how absolutely beautiful our state is. I'm afraid they're starting to worry that living in UB has addled my brain. I can't get past how good it feels to be home. And I can't quite get used to how happy I am to be surrounded by so much beauty.
I don't hate living in Mongolia -- far from it, really. The family and my teammates, new friends and my work -- it all makes life in UB quite fun and enjoyable. But UB is not a beautiful place to live and the Mongolian city-folk are a pretty hardened people. Denver and UB stand in pretty sharp contrast to one another, as do the easy-going Coloradans and the tense, wary Mongolians.

Those of us who call America home live in a far-from-perfect nation, it's true, but it's a great nation nonetheless. And it's good to be home.

homecoming

My travel back to the States was not nearly as relaxing as I'd hoped. I was in a middle seat, which is never fun in the best of circumstances and in the worst makes you think traveling really isn't worth the price of discomfort. I was seated between a man who kept belching stale, morning, beer breath and a woman who glared at me because I needed to get up twice in 11 hours to use the restroom. I was less than happy when that flight finally ended.

But I eventually made it to the terminal at DIA and found my mom, brother, friend, and four surprise members of the welcoming committee -- good friends who I thought would be out of town when I arrived home. I was exhausted, but it was so good to see friendly, familiar faces waiting for me.

Some friends had offered to host a small "hooray - you made it and you're home!" dinner. I got to meet my newest nephew...

... and eat some tasty non-airplane food. I was a bit of a zombie and felt fuzzy and dim-witted and boring, but I was so happy to be among friends. Not a bad way to start a summer home. :)

Headed home

06 June 2009

It's 10:30pm on Saturday night. My flight leaves tomorrow morning at 11am.

I am already packed. In fact, I was completely packed last night. (Mom, Sarah, everyone who hung out with me until after midnight while I packed the night before I was leaving for Mongolia, everyone else who knows my routine -- I am telling the truth. I packed last night.)

This has never happened before. It's kinda nice, though. I can see why the rest of you do things this way.

Today was calm and relaxing -- I hung out with Heather and watched a movie while we worked on a project together; Mike, CB, and I went to see my language teacher's new office so that I could say goodbye; the whole fam went to my favorite restaurant in UB -- Hazara -- for dinner (mmm-mmm-mmmm); and the birthday crew came over for desert so I got to see them one last time before I leave.

Tomorrow I'll get up earlier than usual, take a shower (which won't really be a shower -- did I mention that we've been without hot water for the past 4-5 days?), eat breakfast with the fam, and then head to the airport. Almost 24 hours later, I'll arrive in Denver.

I'm not looking forward to the travel time, but I'm looking forward to home.

Those of you in Colorado, I'll see you soon.

I did it!

05 June 2009


I did it!, originally uploaded by Wanderings.

Russia Trip

04 June 2009

(I'm attempting to catch up on some very belated posts...)

Every couple of years, Mike organizes a "trip" event for the school. The older UB Learning class (which is a general studies class that meets every Wednesday and is split into older and younger groups) chooses a country to study. The next 2 or 3 months are spent transforming the school into that country -- the walls are painted white and become a canvas for the students. They paint murals, flags, scenes from the country, important buildings. They're also studying famous people and events -- some of which will be acted out for an audience. It's pretty incredible to see how much time and energy goes into these trips -- the planning and studying and painting and rehearsing. At the end of their preparation time, they invite parents, family, and friends to come to the school for a trip.

This year the students chose to study Russia and though some of them have felt a little disappointed that the trip didn't turn out as well as their England Trip last year, I was stunned with what they accomplished.

We began our trip aboard a Russian airline, where we were each given an in-flight snack of one peanut and ended up crash-landing somewhere in Russia.


Fortunately, crash-landing didn't leave us without tour guides. They lead us to the station of the Trans-Siberian Railroad, where we boarded a train that was rumored to occasionally travel through time...

We learned about rebellion and Red October, the communist state and the imperialist czars; we saw peasants suffering in Siberia and met Catherine the Great.


Upon arriving in St. Petersburg, we were shown to some benches and invited to view a play that detailed the many political uprisings and downfalls in the history of Russia (in case you don't know -- there were a LOT!)

After the play, we stumbled into the aftermath of the Battle of Stalingrad, which was not a scene for the faint of heart.


What does one need after a fierce battle if not tasty piroshki and borscht?


After our meal, we were watched a brief "fashion show" highlighting some of Russia's most accomplished citizens, followed by a production of the lovely and astounding Nutcracker Ballet in 15 Minutes. Heather and her friend Naomi had choreographed the dancing, chosen snippets from each of the songs, and even managed to recruit a few of the boys to play the nutcracker prince, the mouse king, and the Russian dancers. It was an impressive piece of work.


The students did a great job preparing. The co-op was completely transformed (including my classroom, which had been decorated in a style befitting Catherine the Great -- can't complain about that). The skits were funny and the tour guides informative. The ballet was a lovely way to end the tour.

To echo a bit of what Mike has said ... this trip (and events like it) is one of the awesome perks that come with running a school like this. How many kids get the opportunity to repaint the walls of their school every year? How much undiscovered talent is there in our kids simply because they don't have to use it? So many of the kids in the school can hold their own with a paint brush and a drama production (among other things) -- they're a very creative group of kids, to be sure, but I can't help but wonder if most kids have it in them to do much more than we would ever expect of them in this department.


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time's up

03 June 2009

I've had some very good intentions about posting in the last few days. I promise I have. And tonight I was definitely going to sit down and write some entries, but then I went downstairs and the kids were having a party with a bunch of their friends. Which meant that CB and I were able to talk (mostly) uninterrupted for the greater part of the afternoon and evening. And you just can't pass up an opportunity like that!

The end of my time here snuck up on me. I had a month and then -- all of a sudden -- a week and now I have less than four days. Where did the time go? Most of you know by now that I'm hoping to return to Mongolia for another school year. It's been much easier to think about leaving knowing that I get one more year here with the fam. Even so, I'm going to miss them.

These are a few of the other faces I'm going to miss this summer:

the boys' lit. circle

Writing Class

Creative Writing

the girls' lit. circle

pictures: second time around

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