Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Taxis
Teacher Molly
Well, how many 17 year olds can say that they started their own preschool? Somehow I think it’s a small number. However, I have my own preschool! Yes, it is stressful and crazy, but also very rewarding and fun.
My job in shipping finished on the 15th of September, and I started preschool 2 days later. There had been requests and rumors over the past 2 weeks, and the Embassy finally decided to do something. Because of swine flu all of the preschools here have been delayed until the end of November, so there are lots of children that are just sitting at home desperately waiting till it starts up. So, I was the solution to the problem. The day before I started I was shown the room and they basically said just have fun and go for it. I asked around and finally got the key to an office that had some craft supplies and sports equipment. I raided our limited supply of children’s books at home and started a plan.
The first 2 weeks were stressful because I did not have any support. There was a pay proposal, but it wasn’t definite. They wanted to pay me for just the time I spent with the children. Apparently they couldn’t understand how I couldn’t just walk in and have everything magically ready. Every morning I arrived at 9, and had the kids from 10-12, and cleaned up for at least half an hour afterwards. It takes time to precut crafts, imagine games, set up… but it has been difficult communicating this. I was sent in circles talking to people and asking for a budget, better pay; no one wanted to take responsibility for me.
This week things have finally started to settle down with the new AEWA Recreation Director. She has been fighting for me, but they still can’t give me a budget. Also, only starting this Monday was I paid from set up till clean up. That means about half the time I worked earlier I wasn’t paid for.
But oh well! It may be stressful, but I know this will make a good college essay. The kids love it. I have 13 2-5 year olds, 2 toddlers, and 2 babies. The nannies come, but not all of them speak English, and when they bring the babies chaos normally ensues. Every day about 3-4 nannies come with the 2 year olds, and they provide minimal help. I’ve had a parent help me a couple times this week, but other than that it’s just me.
I’m actually amazed at all that we’ve been able to successfully do. Over the weeks we’ve done play dough, story time, music and dance, parachute games, duck duck goose, musical chairs, made tie dye fish, crowns, necklaces, moose masks, drawn and colored outlines of their bodies, colored, painted, done sidewalk chalk, free time with balls and jump ropes outside, tattoos, monster cars, airplanes…
The kids are so cute, I love how much they are able to enjoy it and the parents keep coming up to me with praise. One mom said her kids talk endlessly about me and daily look forward to it. She said they love the fact that I’m young and energetic and can relate somewhat more than an adult. I’m sure the fact that I run around dancing and singing like a fool helps a bit :) But I love my kiddos, and am slowly getting used to being called Teacher or Miss Molly.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Failaka Island












Before I tell you about my amazing weekend I just wanted to say I updated my blog so that anyone can comment on a post, so if you enjoy this just leave a note to let me know someone is reading and laughing at my adventures!
Last weekend was probably the craziest and most fun one I’d had in a while. My friend Nathan and his sister Laura invited us to join them and their church youth group on a retreat to an island not far from Kuwait. We jumped at the opportunity, booked ourselves a place, and soon found ourselves in the middle of a crowd of 60 kids, teens and leaders on the dock at the marina. I only knew about 3 people, but that didn’t matter to me, the point was to go and make friends, and by the end of the weekend I had plenty.
We left on Thursday evening after school and started the 1 ½ hour boat ride over to the island. The boat was crazy, people running around going insane, playing cards, looking like monkeys… all I remember is that I was seasick. I really hate boat rides and this one involved choppy waters. Not cool! Laura tried to introduce me to some people, but each time I picked my head up off the table the room began to spin more, so I gave up and just rested on the ride there.
By the time we arrived at the island it was dark and there was little you could see in the dim light. I do remember the buses quite well though because they appeared ancient. No seatbelts, no comfy seats, just 2 big buses with metal benches that looked like they were from at least the 60’s. On the ride there we came across no other traffic or people. When we arrived at the village and found there was only about 5 other guests we realized how deserted the island really was. The hotel that we stayed in is a heritage village. It has a cafeteria, reception, a couple tents, and one big conference room, but each of these is a separate building. You walk around outside in the heat and sand to get anywhere. We roomed in little houses that surround the pool. When you enter each house you are immediately in the courtyard. Off the courtyard are several small bedrooms, a bathroom, a little kitchen, and a diwania/living room. At the side of the courtyard is a steep flight of stairs, but once on the roof you can walk around and jump roofs to get into almost anyone’s room. The houses were cute and very interesting. Whenever you took a shower it flooded the entire room and went down the drain in the center, but the water also drenched the toilet, sink, trashcan, everything basically. So maybe we weren’t living in the lap of luxury, but I can’t think of a better set up for fun.
Friday night we settled into our houses and met our roommates. I roomed with Donna, one of the pastor’s kids who is also 17. We also had a 9th and 10th grader in our house who were fun. After settling in we met at the cafeteria for dinner. All week long we enjoyed lots of traditional food. The food was fantastic, lots of rice, chicken, fish, tabuli, rice pudding, Arabic bread, fried bread, mango juice…it was a huge array every night and tasted delicious.
After dinner we wandered around a bit and met up for our sessions. The sessions were all about love and I was amazed at how well Pastor Kyle managed to incorporate something that targeted everyone from 11-20. The main points were that: Love is not an emotion, it is a choice, Love is not an emotion, it is a challenge, Love is not an emotion, it is a commitment. Pastor Kyle illustrated God’s love for us one night by kneeling and washing every single one of our feet. That is about 60 feet that are stinky, smelly, dusty and dirty. After walking around in the desert sands in heat and humidity, the extremes of what Jesus did just hit you. We enjoyed our worship time too thanks to a group of high school guys and a Filipino lady who led us. We didn’t necessarily know all the songs, but it was wonderful to praise the Lord in the shadow of several old crumbling mosques.
The entire island is so peaceful. There are a couple crumbling mosques, but none of them sound the call to prayer. It was wonderful to spend a couple days not having to hear that. There were few cars or people, so it was just a natural stillness and quiet that was so relaxing. Unlike at some of the resorts here where you can still hear all of the city noises on the beach, while we were there you could lie out on the dock and hear nothing but the sound of your own voice and the waves.
The second day started with a good breakfast at 8:30, and then a bit of free time. We wandered around out towards the beach and walked out on the long dock. The sea was beautiful, but looking back at the island was so sad. Beyond our little village compound was rows and rows of houses that were just crumbling to pieces. Most of them had missing walls and were so dilapidated; the best ones were marred with numerous bullet holes. All this is a reminder of the Iraqi Invasion.
In the afternoon we cooled off in the swimming pool and played games. I haven’t been burned or even tanned since I’ve been here and stupidly thought I’d be fine. Well, I burned on my back and am still rubbing lotions on it, but I have a tan! Yay! I finally have my tan. You have no idea how proud of myself I am.
The day continued with lots of crazy activities; boys positioned on rooftops with water, throwing leaders into the pool, building towers out of soda cans, running around like crazy on an itty bitty playground, and generally just acting like fools because there was no one around to care. After our afternoon session a group of girls decided that we wanted to go exploring. We asked permission to go see the horses, because well, the crumbling buildings were just a wee bit beyond that.
We went to the petting zoo first, though there’s actually no one out there and no way to pet the animals. But it was cool to see the peacocks, ostrich, deer, goats, horses and monkeys. I felt so sorry for the poor animals because there was little shade and this little zoo looked so incredibly old. The monkeys had a little chain link fence area, and their indoor portion was an old train car. It was a very strange place.
Just a little beyond the petting zoo sprawled the town of crumbling houses that loomed on forever. We walked cautiously along the ruins, because in places it was several feet deep of rubble. It was so incredibly sad to see these homes that weren’t set up like they might be had the place been turned into a museum. Everything was left the same. There were no ropes, no boundaries. We walked inside to see old couches, shoes, cracked dishes, shattered windows, dolls, books, newspapers, soda bottles, bones… most everything was broken in some way.
The girls wanted to be adventurous and tried to do stupid things on several occasions. Like climbing up onto the roof of a crumbling building, or walking into a room with bullet shells everywhere. Laura even decided to pick up the skull of some beast that had died in one of the homes. At one point there was a building that looked like the top half would collapse in any minute. Emily and Laura stood under it and politely requested a photo. Those two are insane! Whenever one of them would do something stupid the other would look on and laugh, but then soon join in. Those two more than any are the crazy dumb blondes. We walked around in the desert for quite a while, 3 hours actually, and since it was Ramadan we weren’t carrying any water. Every once in a while we’d poke our heads inside a building we passed and see something interesting, though I think the entire time the girls were staring through the rubble for any type of old explosive. And they found one, they found a rocket that was several feet tall lodged in the ruins of a building that a second rocket had struck. This rocket was perfectly intact and hadn’t exploded. Sound dangerous? YES!
The four of us had fun exploring and laughing at each other. Emily and Laura did so many stupid things. Climbing on ruins, touching nasty likely disease ridden stuff, and claiming that a hole for a fence pole was likely a “German fox hole with barbed wire coming out of it.” Donna kindly pointed out that the Germans never had anything to do with a tiny island off Kuwait. The most interesting thing we saw was the old mosque. It was huge and though crumbling, still grand. The girls claimed they wouldn’t actually go inside of it out of respect. But they kept inching closer and closer. One of them spotted a trap door in the corner. The tiles had been removed and there was indeed a door and tunnel underneath.
We were totally amazed at all of the findings we made and the experience that we had. I think due to health and safety reasons this is one of very few places we could ever have that much freedom! Eventually it was time to go back and we had to practically drag the girls away from the ruins and back to the cafeteria for dinner.
That evening we had fun chilling and playing basketball and soccer. I didn’t actually play, I just talked to people and made more friends. At about half way through the first basketball game someone came running and told me ethan was sick. Oh great… Poor kid was in Emily’s room with a high fever, cough, sore throat, dizzy, light headed. Emily and I first looked at each other thinking swine flu! Somehow I wouldn’t have been surprised if he did have it, but in the end it was just strep throat. We had an interesting evening taking turns at his bedside and running around looking for cell phone service and talking to the leaders. Basically the conclusion was that if his fever was the same the next morning he would have to be taken by is leader to the Military Hospital on the opposite side of the island and then taken back to Kuwait City by the Coast Guard because there was no other way off the island except for our boat the next evening.
Ethan spent the night in Emily’s room and his leader climbed up onto his roof and over into their courtyard to peek through the window and make sure he took his meds. With all of the care he was feeling better by morning and once he was drugged up his leader caught him running around with the other boys and had to command him to go back to bed and rest. Ethan spent the day taking it easy and chilling and went to the hospital after he got home to find out he had strep throat.
Emily and I had a fantastic Saturday. After breakfast and the morning session we were given 2 hours of free time. Emily had discovered a horrific smell from her freezer earlier that morning and found about 10 crabs in her fridge. She was totally grossed out and blamed the boys for it, so she and Laura came running to me with the crabs in their backpack claiming we needed to devise a plan of revenge. After a bit of conniving we climbed up onto Emily’s roof and ran around, ducking behind the water tanks and creeping along the roof. By the time we came close to our target we discovered a tin roof lay between us. Laura wanted to test it and climb across, but I refused to let her and we had to sadly back down. Trust me, we did not give up and decided to try and pick the lock to their room. Emily came close to getting it when the leader and Nathan caught us. They were so convinced that we couldn’t actually do anything to them so they let us into their room. Turned out they had cleverly locked the individual doors, but we easily picked that lock and got inside. They were amazed and tried to initially lock us in the kitchen, but then hauled us kicking and screaming out the door, and double locked and bolted everything.
We ran around for a while trying to find more roof access, and ended up trying to pick the lock next door to them. It actually worked! We got into the courtyard, climbed up onto the roof and jumped down into the courtyard of our target. Emily managed to pick the lock once again to the individual rooms and Laura and I kicked and pushed until the bolts came loose. We were in! Laura pulled out the crabs and scattered them in the boys luggage while I grabbed every pair of boxers I could find. We then soaked the boxers, wrapped a crab inside of them and tossed them into their freezer. Emily locked all the doors behind us and we disappeared.
Because we still had some free time left and didn’t want to look too suspicious we went to the pool. It was soo hot so we sat around soaking our feet in the pool. The leaders came along and threw us in! I didn’t think they’d actually do it, but after ethan assured them we had spare clothes we found ourselves in the pool. It was definitely refreshing, but swimming in jeans is not my idea of fun. We made the best of it though and had a good time.
At lunch we walked in and started receiving high fives from the boys. We were laughing and asking what on earth was going on? Turned out that they weren’t mad at us, they thought we were geniuses. They wanted to learn how to pick a lock, how to catch crabs that huge, and hoped we would share in our tactical brilliance. The leaders even came up to us congratulating us because they never knew girls could be so evil and were happy we joined in and weren’t afraid to touch guys boxers and get dirty. After numerous praises and congratulations the entire cafeteria gave us a standing ovation. We were laughing the whole time, but noticed 2 guys were missing and assumed there would be pay back after lunch. Well, I was the lucky room. We walked into our room smelling the nasty stench and found crabs everywhere. They weren’t just scattered in our stuff though, no, they were hidden cleverly. I opened my make up bag to find my brush and found a crab lodged in there. By now the crabs were oozing and dying after being in the heat for so long. My make up sponges and brush had soaked up this ooze. It was nasty! Other girls got surprised when they put on clothes to find crabs crawl out. The guys were so mean!
As we found the crabs Emily and Laura ran off with them and started throwing them at the guys on the roof. The guys retaliated with buckets of water, so we made mud and threw it back at them. Soon we were pelting each other with crab claws and guts, mud, and water. Everyone was drenched, the girls had crab guts in their hair and the boys were smeared in mud. But it was so much fun!
I ran away after being drenched and changed into yet another outfit. We were supposed to be packing so I was surprised when I heard the door ring and found a group of guys at the door. I tried to yell at the girls to stay inside their rooms cuz something was up, but it was too late. Hannah walked into the trap and was drenched by one of the boys who had climbed up our window onto the roof. I figured they couldn’t possibly have another trash can full of water so went to go find revenge, and was drenched yet again. I saw the guys on the roof and ended up running after them and chasing them across the rooftops. At one point I thought I would surely die and fall off the roof. I chased Nathan back down towards my room but slipped right before the stairs and fell down the entire flight. Ouch! I still have bruises down my spine. It was painful, but it meant the guys took pity on us and sent Micah to clean up the mess they had made in our courtyard.
After this we called for a truce, and it held through the boat ride back to the island and through the unloading. But we had planned a little surprise for the guys, so after the group photo Lydia yelled “get ‘em” and every single girl, leader and child alike pulled out a water bottle and drenched the boys. I’m sure we attracted attention from the Kuwaitis along the Marina, but we had fun going crazy.
The whole weekend was a wonderful experience. I formed new friendships, explored war ruins, and learned so much about love from Pastor Kyle. I can’t wait till we have another youth event!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Volunteering at the Hospital
We were greeted by the Director of the hospital who welcomed us into his office. He was so appreciative that we would take the time to come and visit. It was obvious that he cared for every aspect of his hospital and was touched that we would visit his Children’s Ward. The director painted a very detailed and sad image of some of the children that were staying at the hospital. He explained that Kuwait does not have any child protection laws like in the states, and so child abuse is a big problem. Currently there are 3 children under the age of one who are living in the children’s ward. There is no Foster care, and he is currently fighting a legal battle for the poor little ones. He told the story of a one year old whose father refused to take his wife to the hospital to give birth to her second child because he was afraid of being caught by the police for some past crime. So he abandoned the family and let the mother give birth at home alone. Both she and the newborn died and the police found the little girl a couple days later and took her to the hospital where she’s stayed since. The other children were found in the car park of a grocery store. This just broke my heart and I longed to be able to go cuddle these poor children and do exactly what the director desired to do if there weren’t too many legal problems; take them home and love on them.
We were finally taken upstairs to the Social Worker’s office that had a small play room attached. It is only open in the mornings till 12 because there is not enough staff. There weren’t many toys in the playroom, and a volunteer mentioned she had seen boxes of new ones in another room. Apparently they don’t like to bring out the new toys because they worry that they will become used and broken. Isn’t that the point of toys? To be enjoyed?
The initial point of us going was to read to the children, but I became a bit skeptical when I saw the ages and realized very few children spoke any English at all. Everyone was still appreciative that we had come though. Some of the volunteers from the Embassy looked out of their comfort zone when they realized they couldn’t just sit down and read the stories to the children. So mom and I crawled on the floor with the children looking like maniacs but getting lots of giggles from the children while other volunteers watched. The kids were very sweet and interactive. I managed to sing some songs with a couple children who knew the tunes to Itsy Bitsy Spider and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. When I saw a copy of Angelina Ballerina in a bag I found a little girl who spoke some English and simplified the story for her. I think she managed to understand the gist of it, but enjoyed the attention for sure.
One mother whose girls had only been brought to the hospital for a blood test saw us, and brought her 2 daughters in. One was maybe 9 and the other 11 or so. The mother had them come sit down with me as I simplified the Velveteen Rabbit, and she translated parts of it to her girls. They were very polite and thanked me for the story once I was done.
The nurses brought in the little orphans, and all the volunteers took turns cuddling the sweet angels. The one year old appeared to be a staff favorite. She was a little princess in an adorable outfit. The gorgeous little girl should not be there though. I just pray that laws will form to protect such sweet innocent children.
It didn’t seem like we stayed very long, but before I knew it we were leaving and going back to work. I believe groups will be returning every Saturday, and if it is better organized next time then I will definitely return.