October 24 2012
The words “swept
under” are clinging to me right now. In the past 10 weeks, I have often felt
swept under by the demands of my new teaching job, mostly coping with an
exceptionally difficult group of kids. Thinking about a few of these kids kept
me awake at night. I worried what the next day would bring. I needed to stay
calm, be proactive and mostly always be on my toes. I had to be energetic yet
calm. Mostly I needed to be very grounded. I had to be steadfast, unwavering
and determined. For me to be in that state, I needed rest. I needed to arrive at school rested. It didn’t
always happen.
I felt swept
under by all “the new”. We arrived August 11 and started working August 20,
just 9 days after our arrival. In
retrospect, it was all too fast, not enough time to find myself in this new
place. Not enough time to find everything you need in this place: food, gas,
pots and pans etc. Not enough time to open a bank account and figure out the
value of the Dalasi compared to the US dollar. At school, there were books
missing, programs that had not been ordered and some challenging students right
from day 1. At home, some basic kitchen
utensils were non-existent which meant that I had to figure out where to buy
these items. Batteries were missing and light bulbs too. Normally I really enjoy
shopping, but there were time constraints and money constraints which made it
stressful to enjoy shopping for household materials. It took me 3 hours and
many stores to find the correct light bulbs to fit into fixtures. What a great
way to get to know a city…..on a light bulb mission!
Grieving Conakry
and our little school with the big heart was also a huge factor in my
adjustment here. Somehow I carried all the wonderful people from AISC into my
heart. I was so sad the first weeks we were here and kept comparing this place
to Guinee. Raymond had created a slide show and we would watch it together, remembering
all the kids at school, our friends and all the places we had visited. Tears
ran down my face every time I looked at it. I had no idea to what extent the
people in Guinee had become so important to me. I had become very attached and
missed them all so much. I had invested myself personally in many relationships.
Now I was grieving.
I reread
everything I just wrote and it seems so petty, so unimportant. These are just
new things that I needed to adjust to in this new place called The Gambia. When
one has to adjust to living and working in a new country, so many “new things”
happen every day and all day long. One never gets a rest. When many “new
things” are thrown at you simultaneously, it can become overwhelming. Living overseas has taught me that it takes
time to get settled in, both physically and emotionally. Many studies have
found that there are milestones in cultural adaptation: the first 3 weeks, then
6 weeks, then 3 months and then 6 months. I guess I am in between some of these
milestones right now.
Alas, I lived
through it all and now the weather is cooling slightly, enough to say that we
are noticing the altering weather. The tourists are arriving and we see the
locals scurrying about selling their wares, hoping to get the best price from
the bright-eyed visitor. The taxi
drivers too have overtaken the streets. The rainy season is almost over and The
Gambia will soon be overpopulated with European visitors. Dutch, British, German and Spanish visitors
are all common visitors to The Smiling Coast and between now and next April,
they will be sunbathing en masse and
increasing the economy of our area. Great….this country needs the help, with
40% unemployment. Having all these visitors creates a momentum, a positive
energy and provides many jobs for the local people.
So have I hit a
big wave? I have, in the sense of hitting the jackpot. Life is pretty nice here. I am very grateful to
be working in a cohesive and harmonious little school with devoted and
professional colleagues. I am also grateful to be living in a resort area, with
beautiful beaches and great restaurants. I am happy to have access to all the amenities that I need. I have a reliable car that I can drive too. The Gambia is a tropical paradise. Now, about those 20 keys.... where are the car keys?
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