Thursday, December 27, 2012

collective learning...on tests. not what I call integrity.

During training several months ago, I was warned that cheating is rampant in Cambodia and other PCVs and administrators suggested that this is probably a battle we should choose not to fight as teachers. I heard this advice, but chose to let it slide for the time being I think because I couldn't really fathom the degree to which cheating is acceptable and blatantly obvious. I remember during August seeing grade 12 students take their exam for college entrance with hordes of people waiting outside the gates. These people were not just waiting for them to finish, but they were texting answers to their relatives and "cheat sheets" were being passed through the classrooms or brought in with the students. As trainees, we were told that we don't want to interfere with the system as we could jeopardize the success of students by preventing some from getting the extra boost their classmates were getting. With this knowledge in mind, I entered into a week of testing prepared to be endlessly frustrated. I often approach situation with an even keel or think of the possible worst case scenario, so as not to be disappointed. The cheating was widespread and has left me ruminating over why this feels so different than the educational culture I was raised in and have worked for.

A test day in my prior teaching job was kind of a treat. I think this was a shared feeling amongst my colleagues as you could save up energy you would have used to present a lesson and instead sit back and watch your students work hard. The massive amounts of grading that ensued after were a bit of a pain, but you could see the fruits of your teaching and your students labor (hopefully) pay off. I came in this week ready to set expectations with my coteachers as they agreed we should prevent cheating. We asked the students to move their desks apart, and I told them they should not be talking or looking at their classmates' papers. They nodded fervently and the directions were translated into Khmer for those who did not understand. They seemed to be on the same page as me, so I felt some false confidence that they would follow through. I also explained that the test is to show what they know, not what their friend knows. This was a concept that probably got lost in translation, but I wanted to explain why they should be working on their own. As the test got underway, students turned to talk to friends, students held up their tests for others to see, they took out their notebooks and pieces of paper with prewritten work, they wrote answers and passed them to friends and they spoke (not so quietly) to others to ask questions or provide answers. Now, these things were happening sporadically, not like a constant barrage of cheating, but I was definitely playing whack a mole for two hours. Most of these actions were done not so secretly, even right in front of the teachers. Some students would giggle or had a sheepish grin on their face, but they were generally unapologetic. As a strong advocate against cheating (and as a former student who I swear has never cheated), I want to make ripples and flip this prevalent occurrence of cheating. However, in the moment, I ended up more frustrated and verging on anger than anything else. These emotions have no solution, especially when the root of the problem is a student who has no other option and sees copying as the only answer.

Many of my students hear this when I teach them English (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZXcRqFmFa8). Cambodians study English formally from 7th-12th grade, but many cannot do much more than read and write. The majority of my trainees fall into this category, so when they see a two hour test completely in English they most likely freak out. The common solution for this lack of knowledge and their usual modus operandi in English class is to copy from the classmates who do know, or seem like they know, what's going on. As is common in Asian education systems, the emphasis is on the collective learning and shared knowledge rather than individual performance. Students tend to rely on possibly one student to provide the answers for the rest of the class. If no one else has held them accountable for their own learning, it is difficult to instill this value in students who are 18-24 years old. I am accustomed to working with malleable middle schoolers who are just beginning to develop their sense of right and wrong, and I am out of my element, literally, with a different age group and a foreign culture/education system. Knowledge is seen here as shared endeavor, so the idea of cheating does not carry the same connotation that I was raised with.

When I mentioned this trend to family and friends (even PCVs within Cambodia), they were not only astonished but also generally baffled why they wouldn't want to gain the knowledge for themselves. I explained that often the cheating happens between friends just to get something down on paper, and then result is two tests scoring 3 out of 42. I asked one of my higher level English speakers who is opinionated and did not cheat on his test about why he thinks this is commonplace in Cambodia. He said some teachers are more strict than others on preventing students from copying, but he thinks it comes down to students lacking confidence in the answers. This is definitely the case as about 2/3 of the students in each of my class rarely generate answers of their own, and tend to wait for the answers to be written on the board by their classmates or teachers. When I think back to the repeat offenders in my past teaching job as a 7th grade English teachers, they also seemed to do it for a lack of confidence and desire to turn in something complete, rather than lose points for an incomplete. They also developed an itch to cheat I believe because it had was permissible in the past, either because the teacher didn't care or the student had gotten away with it. In either case, the temptation to cheat feeds on successful exploits.

I had trouble explaining to my coteachers why this is an issue I care so much about and was often left with very few words trying to explain that cheating is "bad" and "wrong". I wondered if I only viewed cheating in this way because I was culturally engrained to whereas I always felt like this value was more of a human instinct. I did start to see glimpses of reality within my frustrations when a student who spoke no English was disadvantaged in their score because I was not allowing them to cheat. They were instead left with blank portions of the test and unintelligible English using letters without forming words. From what I can tell, intellectualism in the setting I teach is not prized. English is a vehicle for some to a better job or opportunity, but many other trainees do not see learning this language as a priority. I hope to push the students willing to go there to promote integrity and a desire to gain knowledge and I hope that my coteachers will strive to do the same.
1st year students in blue (L) and 2nd year in white (R) finishing up the morning flag salute

They seem mostly focused, but you may note the two women in conversation in the back

Tried to help them be quiet with a visual, mildly successful

Statue of a PTTC trainee

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

i did not in fact win the marathon...

Exercising is a common part of a PCV's life in Cambodia. Whether it's going on runs, playing sports with Khmer friends or kids, working out with youtube in your room, or most commonly bike riding, all PCVs partake in some way or another. Even if that person was never a regular excersizer in America, the majority do here out of a combination of excessive free time and the desire to move their body to break from the seated inertia we experience throughout most hours of the day. Exercising (hatt pbraan) is not common for Khmer people and I had to establish myself as a regular hatt pbraaner when I first arrived at site several months ago. My family, as mentioned in past posts, is very understanding of my differences and doesn't question my desire to bike just for exercise or go on runs that turn my face bright red. They know that it is good for one's health and couple the immense amounts of rice I eat with my appetite established through regular workouts. The rest of my town continues to be fascinated by my runs which has prompted me to listen to music in order to tune out the attention I draw for a) being a barang and b) exercising. If I choose to walk a block rather than bike, I'm always asked if I'm exhausted ("hot dtay?"=are you tired??) I was able to explain for the past month that I was exercising to prepare for the Angkor Wat International Half Marathon which would be 21 km. Most students, co-teachers and my family would ask me if I were going to win the race. I would always disappoint them with the truth that it was pretty unlikely that I would, but I was sure to finish it. They were fairly uninterested in this answer and were usually left a bit perplexed as to why I would run the race. They did understand that the allure of this race was probably so I could see some of the temples in the Angkor Wat complex as Khmer people understand this to be the central destination for all tourists/foreigners in Cambodia.

The race took place on Sunday, December 2nd, and I was pretty scared as I came down with a sudden knee pain the few days before. As a person who rarely experiences body issues, it freaked me out and the timing was pretty terrible. I was pretty certain that I wouldn't be able to run as I had trouble walking more than a few blocks without pain, but I headed off to Angkor Wat with about 12 other PCVs who were also running the race at 5:30 AM. My friend Meghan, whose excellent blog about the history of our run is below, made sure that I got my knee wrapped with an ace bandage prior to starting. It worked wonders and I was able to finish the race with no pain at all. The stats of my run were the following: finished 449 out of 840 women who completed the race, 1221 out of 1894 overall and completed the 21 km in 2 hours and 25 minutes. I have never been concerned about my time when running, so I was really happy to have this experience running through the ruins and making it all the way through. I took some running shots, as I refused to stop to take a picture, which can be found on my flickr in addition to the few here. This was my first touristy experience in Cambodia so far, and although I did not take my time inside any temples, which I greatly look forward to doing in the future, I am very happy to have been part of this event. My family was also very proud when I brought home my heavy medal that said "finisher". I tried to explain that everyone who completed the race received one of these, but I just ended up telling them that I won anyway. I think they understood I was joking...

Meghan's blog about the specifics of the temples we saw: http://henshallincambodia.blogspot.com/2012/12/chasing-history.html

Before the start of the race: in front of Angkor Wat 
Many fans lined the roads and this runner was pumped about it
Not exactly sure which temple...but one of my better in action shots
Meghan about to enter one of the gates in Angkor Thom

Saturday, December 8, 2012

bow cow ow

 I could write about so many things such as the Angkor Wat International Half Marathon, returning back to site after some additional Peace Corps training in Takeo, getting back into a teaching schedule (kind of...), but the main focus of this post with be about doing LAUNDRY (bow cow ow). I have spent most blog posts waxing philosophical from which I have been getting positive feedback from readers, but I realized while talking to my (American) mom today that some of the things I now experience as normal, are still probably very confusing to family and friends back home. My social world currently consists of Khmer and PCVs, so things like doing your laundry, working/not-working, biking, pooping and reading are regular topics of conversation. I'm going to take you as best as I can through the process of doing my laundry, which usually takes me between one hour and an hour and a half. My mom asked why I don't take my laundry to someone since doing laundry sounds pretty challenging here. It just becomes another task folded into the day with some slight back discomfort thrown in there. I also realized while documenting this process today that my host family is totally understanding of silly foreigner things I do, such as wearing my big Nikon on my back as I scrub my clothing. They even wanted to take a picture of me so my mom and others could understand what doing your laundry is like in Cambodia. Let's get started:
1) Notice the laundry in the hamper. I usually do my laundry once a week, but sometimes that ends up being a decent amount of clothes. This is behind my house, and no, I don't do my laundry in a sink.


2) Detergent is on the left. I have been using the same bag for approx. 3 months and it costs about 3000 riel (75 cents). The "Hygiene" is fabric softener which is pricier but essential to making your clothes seem cleaner and smell nice. It unfortunately spilled all over my floor today, but now my room smells pretty.
3) Source of my laundry water. We have running water that my family fills this cistern with. Families without running water, like my training host family, use collected rain water.
4) First I put in some detergent, then a small amount of water to wash each clothing item individually. I also sit on this tiny "stool" as I am not truly Khmer and can only squat for maybe a minute comfortably. I blame it on my sizeable muscular legs.
I'm also supposed to scrub each item with a bristle brush to really clean it. If my host family sees me feebly rubbing my clothes together, they make me use the brush. Although it does make clothing fall apart quicker, it really gets stains out as well.
After only a few items of clothing, the once clear water turns murky and the suds quickly disappear.
5 & 6) After "scrubbing" each item (or sometimes just dipping and swishing around), all the clothes go back in the tub and get a lot of water poured on them for rinse #1. Each item is dunked in and out several times to get the soap out. I usually do this standing and bending over. Then you squeeze out each item before a second rinse. Rinse #2 involved some fabric softener. I then let the clothes soak for about 15 minutes before ringing them out and hanging them up. The fabric softener ensures that the poor job I did cleaning will be unnoticeable due to the camouflage of the fresh scent.
Host mom was sure to catch me in the act. She didn't give me any pointers, but I think she gave up on that a while ago. She respects my laundry method at this point, although I'm sure other PCVs and definitely Khmer people would dispute my method. 
7) After each item is wrung out, it is hung up on the clothes line and you really hope that it won't rain at any point during the day. Luckily, we're now in the dry season, so this will most likely be the case. My youngest sister helped me today as she is much more adept at housework than I and she also has become really interested in spending time with me since I've returned back to site.

Formatting makes me exhausted. I'll have to return to the other items initially listed sometime this week. Until then, you can check out some pictures from training P3 and the Angkor Wat Half on my flickr page (http://www.flickr.com/photos/sam_wise/sets/72157632187727135/).

Also a friend sent me this quote: "You need intelligence and you need to look. You need a gaze, a wide gaze penetrating and roving - that's what's useful for art." - Toni Morrison

I do admit, coming back to site this week has been more thought provoking than my first 2ish months at site in that I have been questioning my effectiveness and usefulness a bit more. The things I already take for granted as easy or everyday will in the long run amaze me and widen my perspective. It all seems commonplace and at times monotonous now, but that will not always be the case.