Tuesday, September 22, 2009

contentment

there are not words to express my feelings right now....

apprehension
excitement
incredible sadness

I realized this morning that in 2 weeks, I will be on a Boeing 777 back to America. My 5 months overseas (quite arguably the best 5 months of my life) will be over.

Where has the year gone? It feels like I just hopped on my United Airways flight out of Kansas City just days ago. Not months. No way. It just can't be.

All the months of planning and looking forward to these months abroad..... and now it's almost over.

So where am I now?
I am living illegally.
I am so penniless, that I've had to ask my parents for money.
I've spent way too much money on cigarettes and plane tickets.
I've spent 30+ hours on airplanes in the past 5 months, and am about to spend another 13.
I've spent about double the hours just waiting in airports.
I've spent god-knows-how-many-hours on trains and buses.
I've spent 12 of these hours on a bus in Turkey sitting in front of a puking and crying baby.
I've used the restroom without having toilet paper about 25% of the time.
I've gotten lost more times than I can count.
I've had my debit card eaten by an ATM.
I've missed my 5-year class reunion.
I've lost count of how many beds I have slept in (not like that, just hostels/hotels/homes, etc).
I've lugged 40 lbs of luggage on my back for hours at a time.
I've paid up to $5/hour for internet access.
I've missed the birth of my best friend's baby.
I've been knowingly scammed by taxicab drivers for obscene amounts of money, but it was 4am and there were no buses.
I've survived strep throat, bronchitis, allergic reactions, sore muscles, food poisonings, hangovers, sunburns, and now upon reflection, I'm pretty sure I had the swine flu.

BUT.....

I've also gained an uncountable amount of new friends.
I've seen places that I hope my children have the chance of seeing someday.
I've had conversations with people without even speaking the same language.
I've gone kayaking in the Algarve grottoes.
I've been cleaned, scrubbed and massaged in private places by fat old Turkish women.
I've danced to the thumping techno music at a real Euro-Trash French nightclub.
I've been paid to make kids laugh every day.
I've dressed up in costume more days than not.
I've paid 2 euros for a bottle of wine that would cost $50 in the USA.
I've stood 3,000 year-old monasteries where you can still see frescoes.
I've listened to the Islam Call-To-Prayer before the sun has risen.
I've seen a circus and a monster-truck rally in France.
I've crossed the border between Asia and Europe while sipping tea.
I've danced like a maniac in to a Balkan folk concert in Prague.
I've gotten paid to drink.
I've learned how to say "free shot" in 8 different languages.
I've discussed communism's effect as we look at the remains of it.
I've learned the best cure for a sore throat is honey brandy.
I've done cartwheels underneath the Eiffel Tower.
I've had an international potluck with friends.
I've learned to be semi-comfortable in a bikini.
I've worn shorts in public.
I've purchased goggles with no intention of using them underwater.
I've set off fire alarms (not individually and not on purpose, but incidentally).
I've had Special Forces police buy me a drink.
I've dressed up as everything... from Madonna to a man. From a Greek goddess to a tree.
I've sang the Star-Spangled Banner in the streets on France and Prague.
I've watched fireworks on France's independence day.
I've learned how to bargain and haggle in Turkish, French, and Portuguese.
I've gone horseback riding through vineyards.
I've learned to take pleasure in small things -- such as finding decent Mexican food, double-ply toilet paper, being able to read product labels, public transportation, and the patience & kindness of others.
I've made friends with Americans, Canadians, Australians, Kiwis, El Salvadorians, Brazilians, Indians, English, Scottish, Irish, French, Germans, Austrians, Dutch, Norweigans, Spanish, Portuguese, Czechs, Turks, Slovaks, Russians, Poles, Hungarians, Zimbabweans, South Africans, Italians, Swedes, and Swiss.


I have enjoyed my life more. I have never been happier or more fulfilled.


I have no idea where the next few months or years will take me.... but if it's anything like the past 5 months, I have a great life to look forward to.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

recycling

Europe is ridiculously environmentally friendly. Everything electrical is censored or on timers, and there are recycling bins for everything just about everywhere.

With one exception. No one recycles aluminum cans in Europe. It is a practice that does not exist.

Which is funny considering in the USA, aluminum cans are the most recycled thing. The fact that you can take your cans and get money for them probably doesn't hurt.

But in Europe? Nope.

My heart hurts a little bit every time I throw away an aluminum can here.

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As a side note, I would like to know who actually reads this blog besides my parents and family. So if you are reading this, please leave a comment to let me know!!!!! Thanks!!!!

Jako vedlejší poznámka, rád bych vědět, kdo vlastně čte tohoto blogu vedle mé rodiče a rodiny. Když jsi jsou čtení této, pros opustit vyjádřit k dovolte mi vědět!!!!! Díky!!!!

Aussi, j'aimerais savoir qui lit en fait ce blog outre mes parents et ma famille. Donc si vous lisez ceci, s'il vous plaît partir un commentaire me permets de sait ! !!!! Merci ! !!!

Eu gostaria de saber quem realmente lê este blog além de meus pais e a família. Então se lê isto, por favor deixa um comentário deixar me saber! !!!! Obrigado! !!!

Als möchten eine Seitennotiz, ich wissen, wer tatsächlich dieses Blog außer meinen Eltern und Familie liest. Deshalb wenn Sie dies lesen, verlassen Sie bitte eine Bemerkung, mich wissen zu lassen! !!!! Dank! !!!

Favorite Czech Words

My new favorite Czech word is "Počítač." (Pronounced Po-chee-tahch.)
It means "Computer."
It's just fun to say.

Almost as fun as "Budějovická," my metro stop. This has been lovingly nicknamed by me and my friends as our "Booty stop." It's just easier and more fun to say.

Another fun thing to say is "I.P. Pavlova," the name of another metro stop. Maybe it's just entertaining because of the metro-guy's voice recording when he says it. "Příští stanice: I.P. Pavlova" actually sounds like "Pzhee-shtee sta-nee-tsuh: Ee-pay pahv-LOW-vuh!"

Oh the Prague metro. It's an adventure every time. I saw a guy get tackled the other day by two women metro police.
I also got checked for a ticket last week. First time I've ever even seen them checking. Good thing I had a valid one!!!!!!

There is something about the smell of European metros that is amazing to me. Mix of hot steel, burnt rubber, smoke, B.O. and paint...... doesn't sound lovely and in all technicality it is NOT lovely, but every metro smells the same. Paris, Valencia, Lisbon, Prague, Rome.... That smell will always bring back so many nostalgic memories of riding on various metros......


It's comforting to find the same smells in various places....

Monday, September 14, 2009

Secret Czech Identity

If I had been born in Czech Republic, my name would have been "Stela Purnellova."

Each birthday has a coinciding Czech name, and every female gets -ova added to their last name. No matter what. Czech people even do it to foreign names -- Paris Hiltonova. Britney Spearsova.

Bizarre to think that even if I was named Amanda, all my official documents would say "Purnellova."



Adventures of Amanda and Supermarket are going well. No big screw-ups lately.... been buying good milk, un-gassed water, a nutella/white chocolate mix, even found pepperoni!!!!!! Oh and I have taught myself the art of the French Press coffee. So I am learning things.

Speaking of, I had my first shot of Slivovice, which is a traditionally Moravian (western Czechville) plum brandy. Ew ew ew. It was horrible. I would rather do absinthe any day!
I still have to try
Becherovka (a Czech digestif) and I need to find a decent kolache. The cafe at my school sells pre-packaged crappy kolaches. More like odd-shaped muffins.

One of my teachers is from Kunovice, which is where a portion of our family is from. Her name is Alžběta Černušková - which is pronounced Alzh-bet-ah Cher-new-shkova.
Anyways, my other tutors are Gregor and Dunstan, who are Scottish-German and British, respectively.

I just taught my third lesson today (all focused on the difficult grammar of Narrative Tenses -- betcha have to google those huh?) -- it really went well though. Again, got some really positive feedback from my tutor and colleagues.

Wrote a 6-page grammar paper this weekend......... well lemme tell you, that was loads of fun. This week, it's a paper on how students learn and how to curtail lesson planning for those motivations.

Making some pretty good friends here.... got my little gang of Corydon, Nathan, Katie, Helen and John which is pretty solid -- nice mix of the USA, UK, Russia and Canada. I have a feeling over the next 3 weeks we will become a pseudo-family. There have been talks of having a big international pot-luck this weekend -- everyone making traditional national dishes and having a potluck dinner party with games and everything. So I hope this actually does happen... we see each other every day for hours on end, but we don't really get to socialize much outside of class or talking about English or our lessons. And during the week, we are just so damn busy -- we all teach on different days, always planning lessons, never getting enough sleep, etc etc etc.


My next lesson is on Wednesday and it's an hour long (all those so far have just been 40 minutes). I have to do a 60-minute lesson on vocabulary dealing with crimes/burglaries/theft etc...... yeah don't ask!!!! This coursebook has some odd topics (i.e. my first lesson was on speed-dating, second on astrology/palmistry, and today was on flying). We are also switching observing-tutors, so I will get feedback from a different tutor this time. I am excited about this because it gives me the chance to get feedback from someone who hasn't seen me teach yet and who may have different opinions/suggestions.

I love how this program doesn't have "criticisms" or "negatives"..... everything is "positives" or "suggestions". lol Sometimes I think I would learn better if they just flat out said, "OK that sucked. Never do that again." Tough love works for me.

Anyways, I'm going to get back to lesson planning!!!!!!!!!!

Tak zatím!!!!!!!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Being taught how to teach.....

So I have finished two full days of CELTA training. Each day is a LONG day -- we go from 9:15am - 5:30, Monday thru Friday. Our schedule looks like this:
9:15 - 9:55am -- 1st teacher
9:55 - 10:35am -- 2nd teacher
10:35 - 10:50am -- BREAK
10:50 - 11:30am -- 3rd teacher
11:30 - 1:15pm -- Group feedback and lesson planning
1:15 - 2:15pm -- LUNCH
2:15 - 3:45 -- Seminar One
4:00 - 5:30 -- Seminar Two

There are 18 of us all together, but we are split into three groups of 6, and we each have a different class of students. We will be working with this group the entire four weeks. I am in a group with Corydon (Texas/New York), Filip (Czech), Katie (California), Ellen (Russia), and Stefan (Sweden). We definitely have the most diverse group of ex-patriates. Most others in the program are American/Canadian/British (with two other Czechs).

About Teaching Schedule: We each teach every other day. So today, me, Corydon and Filip taught for 40 minutes each. Tomorrow, Katie, Ellen and Stefan with teach 40 minutes each, and so on and so on. Some days wre 60 minute lessons. We also teach different things -- today I taught a reading exercise and vocabulary. But on Thursday, I am doing a listening exercise. I can assume my next lesson will be with grammar.

About Class Make-Up: Most of the students are young females. My class is entirely female. Right now, my class is the highest level, which is strange for me since I've been teaching really low level in France. The students pay a discounted rate for these English classes (in 2 week sessions) and depending on their attendance, they get refunded money. So needless to say, attendance is almost perfect to ensure they get the most amount of money back.

The Seminars: Kind of boring, but obviously very useful. When it's after lunch and a long day of sitting in a desk, all you want to do is take a nap. I find myself getting extremely antsy, which I don't remember being in high school.


TEACHING: I was the first teacher to go today. Scary!!!!!! My lesson was reading an article and vocabulary words about "Speed-Dating." Yes. It was quite a good topic for a room of girls -- it was easy to make jokes and share stories about bad dates, and our type of men, and the perfect guy, etc. The girls in our class are extremely receptive and participative. They are able to put complex sentences together and can understand very well. With most of them, it is almost like speaking normally -- just a little slower and using simpler language.
My lesson was timed almost perfectly -- I improvised an activity at the end (instead of doing planned discussion) and I ran 2 minutes over time, but overall I thought the lesson was engaging and fun. I got some very good feedback from my fellow colleagues and my tutor. My negatives were "talking/explaining too much," and I had a bit of trouble with one of my handouts due to printer error. But I was "full of enthusiasm and had good rapport, great pacing and flow, and effective vocabulary teaching."
So overall, a successful lesson -- I passed!!!! YAY!!!!

So now I have a night off.... tomrrow I just have to observe the other 3 teachers and give feedback. No lesson planning tonight!

Tonight is another episode of the Adventures of Amanda & Supermarket, as I have just about run out of everything conceivable.

Especially coffee. Man, I just can't function without it early in the morning. We do not have a coffee machine at the flat, just a French press. So this morning I was googling instructions on how to make coffee with a French press. It worked, but it wasn't strong enough. Thank god the teaching center has a coffee machine -- for only 10kč a cup!!!!! (that's like 5 cents). Whoooo hoooo -- we are all hopped up on coffee most the morning.... and afternoon... well... the whole day.

Anywho, off I go to Supermarket and to buy a temporary Czech sim card for my cell phone!!!!!

"Tak zatím
!!!!!" (I'll see you later!)

- Amanda

Friday, September 4, 2009

Czech surprises in the supermarket!!!

My supermarket (which will be referred to from hereonout as just as Supermarket. Yes like a person) is a Billa and is located just 5 minutes walking from my flat. This blog will chronicle the adventures of Amanda and Supermarket.

Things that are strangely expensive here in Czechville:
- deodorant
- extra virgin olive oil (EVOO as good ole Rachy Ray would say)
- Coca-Cola
- spaghetti sauce
- Nutella
- any sort of hair care products
- toothpaste

What's even stranger is that brands like Garnier Fructis and Pantene Pro-V (shampoo and conditioner and such) are actually the cheapest brands you can buy. Garnier Fructis is everywhere. It's actually the cheapest in Portugal and France as well. Very strange, considering how expensive it is in America.

And when I say expensive in Czechville, I mean more than 30-40kc. Which means more than $2-3. lol What can I say? I'm down and out in Prague. Just flat broke. If it's more than 50kc, I won't buy it!


Mayonaise. That's another interesting concept in Prague. It took me 30 minutes to find mayo in the Billa supermarket. Obviously, I'm searching next to the mustards and ketchups and salad dressings. It was there in the US, Portugal and France. Could not find it. Because it is in the refrigerated section. Next to the yogurt, of course. Next to the yogurt is my first European experience with refrigerated milk. Milk is normally purchased in boxes, non-refrigerated. After you open it, then you refrigerate it. So it was to much delight that I found plastic bottles of refrigerated milk.

So my first trip to Supermarket.... I left with sandwich bread, sliced ham, mayonnaise, cereal, refrigerated milk, pasta, spaghetti sauce, white chocolate, and a bottle of water.

I return to my apartment to find that the milk I bought is sour. No, not past its expiration date -- they SELL it that way. I guess it is common for baking. Of course I couldn't read the label cause it was in Czech. It was white, it was liquid, it was by a bunch of different colored-topped bottles (similar to the US).... it even had a picture of a coffee mug on the front!
Needless to say, it was not what I wanted.

I also find that the bottle of water I bought has gas. Not flatulence, mind you, but bubbles- carbonated, if you will. In Europe, it's either "with gas" or "without gas."

So my first trip to Supermarket by myself was interesting. Couldn't read a damn thing. I stared at the mustards forever thinking that maybe they were a funky colored mayonnaise, because well, I can't read Czech. And there is no English translation. Some things, such as my spaghetti sauce, is conveniently translated into 8 different languages. No English. But French yes, so I at least knew my spaghetti sauce was safe.

Most everything else is in Czech and Slovak. Obviously, I do not speak either, so for most things in the supermarket, I am S.O.L. and have to go with my instinct.


Also, Supermarket has stopped selling cans of Coca-Cola. When I first arrived, I purchased a 6-pack of Coca-Cola cans. When I returned to Supermarket today, it was as if it were all a dream. Not an aluminum can in sight. Of any soda. (OK POP!!!!! fine!!!! Soda POP!) Just half-liters, liters and 2-liters. Now I don't know about you, but I'm extremely partial to soda in a can. It just tastes so much better to me for some reason. So I was very disappointed in the lack of support to the aluminum-can community.

What else about Supermarket? Oh yeah, they don't have peanut butter (which is nothing new for europe but...). You also have to buy grocery bags. (This again is nothing new for Europe, but a mystical concept for Americans.... like a unicorn.)



Another mystical thing that never ceases to amaze me every time I see it.....
Just the simple brilliance of it, and just how damn simple it is, but yet how cost effective and energy saving it is.....
Motion-censored escalators. Escalators that do not move until they sense someone approaching. Then they move and carry you down/up like any other normal escalator.
The first time I saw this was in the Athens airport last year, and it's something I keep noticing more and more around Europe. Because it's just smart. Why leave the damn thing running all the time when there's no one to step ont it?

So now I'm rambling. I've been reading way to too much David Sedaris and it's rubbing off.
By the way, just finished "Naked" by the aforementioned author, and would recommend it to anyone with a dry sense of humor or an appreciation for one.

Daddy -- Happy Birthday! Thank you for all your support!!!
Mama -- I'm bringin home a recipe for fruit dumplings!!!! Be ready!!!
Condolences to Uncle Robert and Aunt Charlie on their recent family loss.
Thinking of You -- to Gaylord, Rhonda, Aubrey, Jared and most of all Chanta.
Much love to Grandma -- I wish you could have visited Czech Republic!
A little late, but Congratulations to Jen and Jacob Silvey on the birth of their beautiful lil Isabella Marie!!!!!!! Baby Bella, I'm comin home soon to squeeze you!!!!!
To Commerce Bank -- I curse thee!!!
And much love to all my family and friends who read this! One more month until I'm home!!!

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As a side note, I would like to know who actually reads this blog besides my parents and family. So if you are reading this, please leave a comment to let me know!!!!! Thanks!!!!