For the past couple of months I've been trying to figure out how I could best close out the last three years of my life in Namibia. It would be rude not to do so, considering how much Namibia meant to me and my family. The stars, the camping, the game drives, the dry weather, the friends we made, it all feels like they were wild dreams and imaginary narratives.
But I know that it was real when I'm in my Arlington kitchen, avoiding dinner plans and I'm suddenly struck with the urge to call up my friends for impromptu cheap dinner dates and I remember they are thousands of miles away. Dinner gatherings with friends in Virginia, though special, require a lot more planning, patience, and money. Braaing will never be the same. Now it's all about the efficiency of propane and sharing a grill with hundreds of other residents in our building.
When I walk through the National Zoo I notice that the cheetah exhibit is a neglected, lonely spectacle instead of a rare and exhilarating treat. The elephants are not as exotic and I feel like no one appreciates the Griffon vultures or the Damaraland mole rats quite like I do.
There were some good things about closing out our Namibian chapter. Schooling in Windhoek ended up pretty messy with the international school and their unreliable stash of teachers. Some teachers were fine, only a few were good, and the remainders were wild cards with inconsistent teaching skills and bad attitudes. Unable to see any improvement from the school over the past few years was disheartening. I won't miss it.
The kids are in a public school system for the first time, and so far I have been very impressed and more so, relieved. From what I can tell, each elementary school has its own speciality focus such as Montessori, STEAM, foreign language immersion, NASA, global citizenship, expeditionary learning, etc. My kids love their teachers, they've made friends, and I know what they are expected to learn this year. They have an actual curriculum with Standards of Learning testing that evaluates each student's progress on a spectrum. The only thing I would change are the PTA meetings which suck the life blood out of me. The passion is real folks, over electronic flyer distribution versus paper.
I miss my car, the open spaces, and the spirit of Namibian adventure. Perhaps more so, because we are car light and bike heavy. From now until hopefully May of next year, Mark and I are all about learning Russian language, where we commute every day using Capital Bike Share. The bikes are fire engine red, bulky, and very heavy. I ride like Pee Wee Herman and I am not sad about it.
Classes started about four weeks ago and it has taken over my life. Five hours of class per day, one hour of lab time, and for the normal people, there's about two hours of homework, to make up a typical 8-hour workday. If I am left unsupervised, I could spend another two or three hours studying (or drowning) so I depend on a tight schedule that doesn't allow for me to get any more psychotic than I already am. Russian makes relaxing over the weekends either super easy or super hard and I haven't found the space in between. I am either thinking, obsessing, and agonizing over vocabulary and cases. Or, I am beyond that stage and totally stupid. The other day, I couldn't remember how to use Google Maps or even what the number 5 was. IN ENGLISH.
Undoubtedly, the next few months will be full on slog but I am certain the Russian will come in handy. Like any State Department language course, I might not be able to ask for things in a grocery store, but I will for sure be able to talk about politics in Russian. It's a skill that everyone needs these days.
When I walk through the National Zoo I notice that the cheetah exhibit is a neglected, lonely spectacle instead of a rare and exhilarating treat. The elephants are not as exotic and I feel like no one appreciates the Griffon vultures or the Damaraland mole rats quite like I do.
There were some good things about closing out our Namibian chapter. Schooling in Windhoek ended up pretty messy with the international school and their unreliable stash of teachers. Some teachers were fine, only a few were good, and the remainders were wild cards with inconsistent teaching skills and bad attitudes. Unable to see any improvement from the school over the past few years was disheartening. I won't miss it.
The kids are in a public school system for the first time, and so far I have been very impressed and more so, relieved. From what I can tell, each elementary school has its own speciality focus such as Montessori, STEAM, foreign language immersion, NASA, global citizenship, expeditionary learning, etc. My kids love their teachers, they've made friends, and I know what they are expected to learn this year. They have an actual curriculum with Standards of Learning testing that evaluates each student's progress on a spectrum. The only thing I would change are the PTA meetings which suck the life blood out of me. The passion is real folks, over electronic flyer distribution versus paper.
I miss my car, the open spaces, and the spirit of Namibian adventure. Perhaps more so, because we are car light and bike heavy. From now until hopefully May of next year, Mark and I are all about learning Russian language, where we commute every day using Capital Bike Share. The bikes are fire engine red, bulky, and very heavy. I ride like Pee Wee Herman and I am not sad about it.
Classes started about four weeks ago and it has taken over my life. Five hours of class per day, one hour of lab time, and for the normal people, there's about two hours of homework, to make up a typical 8-hour workday. If I am left unsupervised, I could spend another two or three hours studying (or drowning) so I depend on a tight schedule that doesn't allow for me to get any more psychotic than I already am. Russian makes relaxing over the weekends either super easy or super hard and I haven't found the space in between. I am either thinking, obsessing, and agonizing over vocabulary and cases. Or, I am beyond that stage and totally stupid. The other day, I couldn't remember how to use Google Maps or even what the number 5 was. IN ENGLISH.
Undoubtedly, the next few months will be full on slog but I am certain the Russian will come in handy. Like any State Department language course, I might not be able to ask for things in a grocery store, but I will for sure be able to talk about politics in Russian. It's a skill that everyone needs these days.
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| Old life. |
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| New life. |
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| DC. Credit: Mark |
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| Lubber Run Park Arlington, VA |
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| View of Rosslyn Metro and Georgetown U Cathedral from the 7th floor where my enjoy my language "hobby." |
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