The Black Sea, near Istanbul.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Photo of the Week
Firstly, I've decided both that any picture which I want to use for this I will either remove or refrain from putting on my facebook page. And secondly, if I'm going to continue doing this I should have more variety than my old vacation photos.
The Black Sea, near Istanbul.
The Black Sea, near Istanbul.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Photo(s) of the Week!
Hello, All
In all likelihood I won't be updating this blog four times a month. I've decided to put up a weekly picture to help bride the gaps between writing, and remind me to continue adding to this thing. They may or may not also be on facebook, the odds are on the former, but neither one is a deal-breaker for me. So here are a few to make up for lost time.
Breakfast. Unlike American breakfast, which can be pretty much anything, Turkish Breakfast isn't up for much debate. This is a very nice, if ordinarily meal. Except for the eggs; I made the eggs. And I don't remember where I sat, but I suspect the plate with all the olive pits on it.
Normally I try to avoid photos like the plague, but my goal is forcing me to change that. I'm going to get as many pictures of myself with Socrates as I can, no matter how much I hate looking at my facial expressions later on. The first picture was taken in the Efes museum during the second Rotary Orientation. The other was over shot during Kurban Bayram, at the Aphrodisias museum near the excavation site. Socrates is on the right.
The Süleymaniye Camii in Istanbul.
Comments, questions and suggestions are always welcomed and appreciated.
In all likelihood I won't be updating this blog four times a month. I've decided to put up a weekly picture to help bride the gaps between writing, and remind me to continue adding to this thing. They may or may not also be on facebook, the odds are on the former, but neither one is a deal-breaker for me. So here are a few to make up for lost time.
Breakfast. Unlike American breakfast, which can be pretty much anything, Turkish Breakfast isn't up for much debate. This is a very nice, if ordinarily meal. Except for the eggs; I made the eggs. And I don't remember where I sat, but I suspect the plate with all the olive pits on it.
Normally I try to avoid photos like the plague, but my goal is forcing me to change that. I'm going to get as many pictures of myself with Socrates as I can, no matter how much I hate looking at my facial expressions later on. The first picture was taken in the Efes museum during the second Rotary Orientation. The other was over shot during Kurban Bayram, at the Aphrodisias museum near the excavation site. Socrates is on the right.
The Süleymaniye Camii in Istanbul.
Comments, questions and suggestions are always welcomed and appreciated.
Something a little more upbeat than "I Miss Bagels"
Blogger won't let me link this, so I'm sorry to say you'll need to copy and paste.
http://www.fourhourworkweek.com/blog/2010/10/30/20-things-ive-learned-from-traveling-around-the-world-for-three-years/
My friend Silvia found this on the internet and sent it to the group of exchange students for my district. We loved it, and it found it's way into more than one Outbound report. What attracted mt to it the most was how it made me wonder what I would have thought if I had been reading this a year ago. Even the statements I know I would have agreed with seem so different to me now I've gone through experiencing them, from seeing McDonald's selling the McTurko sandwich to living in eight hours from a terrorist attack. As my host uncle put it, Istanbul is a big city. He could live anywhere and it would be dangerous, whether it was London, New York, or Istanbul. People talk about Taksim Square in Istanbul, where the bomb went off, as the place where there's always something to do. It's where the best clubs are. But that doesn't really make it into the news.
Lastly, some context for the article. Tim Ferriss has become famous for being the ultimate guinea pig. Essentially, he tries to make what we assume are incredibly difficult or impossible things (four hour work week, four hour body) achievable for many, if not most people. Then he writes a book about what works. But he didn't actually write this list. Gary Arndt did, as his first article for the Huffington post. I posted Ferriss' blog because it's a direct link, and you don't have to go through a slide show, which I generally hate.
Blogger won't let me link this, so I'm sorry to say you'll need to copy and paste.
http://www.fourhourworkweek.com/blog/2010/10/30/20-things-ive-learned-from-traveling-around-the-world-for-three-years/
My friend Silvia found this on the internet and sent it to the group of exchange students for my district. We loved it, and it found it's way into more than one Outbound report. What attracted mt to it the most was how it made me wonder what I would have thought if I had been reading this a year ago. Even the statements I know I would have agreed with seem so different to me now I've gone through experiencing them, from seeing McDonald's selling the McTurko sandwich to living in eight hours from a terrorist attack. As my host uncle put it, Istanbul is a big city. He could live anywhere and it would be dangerous, whether it was London, New York, or Istanbul. People talk about Taksim Square in Istanbul, where the bomb went off, as the place where there's always something to do. It's where the best clubs are. But that doesn't really make it into the news.
Lastly, some context for the article. Tim Ferriss has become famous for being the ultimate guinea pig. Essentially, he tries to make what we assume are incredibly difficult or impossible things (four hour work week, four hour body) achievable for many, if not most people. Then he writes a book about what works. But he didn't actually write this list. Gary Arndt did, as his first article for the Huffington post. I posted Ferriss' blog because it's a direct link, and you don't have to go through a slide show, which I generally hate.
Fufilling a New Year's Resolution in Feburary
Hello Everyone,
One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to blog more. From the guilt for being so lazy; to avoid family members asking me about it; to give my life more context than my pictures on facebook; many reasons. Surely if all those people with school/jobs/kids/something other than their daily lives can find the time to blog, I can too. But I’m still a procrastinator, so instead of an update on everything which has happened to me for the past few months, I’m going to start with a list. It’s simple, it doesn’t’ feel like an apology for my sloth, and I think it’s something which should be published later in the exchange year.
It’s been close to six months from when I left, and there are some things I’ve completely forgotten about, like every article clothing I didn’t bring with me. There are things I’ve gone through stages of not wanting at all, then wanting really, really badly, and then not wanting anymore (bacon). But there are some things which I’ve continued to miss, regardless of how quickly I noticed their absence I continue to miss. A lot. Even when I’m not the slightest bit homesick, unhappy or bored.
1) Newspapers. Real newspapers; not in every color of a tabloid. Fat folds of legitimate journalism without soap opera stars or editorials on page one. As much as I want to read the news I'm too much of a snob to go through the labor of translating one.
2) Saturday Night Live
3) The Atlantic Monthly. Luckily, I can read it online without having to pay for it.
4) Tap water
5) Erasers on the ends of pencils
6) Rye Bread and Bagels. I know these are two separate things, but I don’t want to have two food items on this list. I eat far too many super refined carbs here, so I have no right to complain, but I still crave these nonexistent baked goods.
7) Knowing how long it will take my clothes to dry. We don’t use the dryer. Ever. Even when my laundry’s drying inside the apartment instead of on the balcony I still have no idea how long it will be before my clothes are wearable. This has turned my laundry schedule into a crapshoot.
8) Tissue paper being in every bathroom. And the lack thereof is a legitimate excuse to complain. In my school you have to bring your own. Mercifully, they still provide free soap.
9) Grass. I live in a big city. There are tiny parks everywhere, but the grass is either fine, or disgusting. And they’re far too small to convince me I’m not in a big city anymore.
10) Libraries. They don’t have public ones. The bookstores are fantastic, but bookstores don’t throw off that egalitarian feeling of free education and literary growth as a communal endeavor. But maybe that’s just me being spoiled from growing up in a college town.
I think I’m doing well not because my list is short, but because if I was asked to make a similar list of what I will miss about Turkey it would be at least twice as long. And while Number 10 made the list because I’ve continuously wanted it, I don’t miss libraries every day, or even every other day. The list I would make for Turkey would be of things I think about continuously.
One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to blog more. From the guilt for being so lazy; to avoid family members asking me about it; to give my life more context than my pictures on facebook; many reasons. Surely if all those people with school/jobs/kids/something other than their daily lives can find the time to blog, I can too. But I’m still a procrastinator, so instead of an update on everything which has happened to me for the past few months, I’m going to start with a list. It’s simple, it doesn’t’ feel like an apology for my sloth, and I think it’s something which should be published later in the exchange year.
It’s been close to six months from when I left, and there are some things I’ve completely forgotten about, like every article clothing I didn’t bring with me. There are things I’ve gone through stages of not wanting at all, then wanting really, really badly, and then not wanting anymore (bacon). But there are some things which I’ve continued to miss, regardless of how quickly I noticed their absence I continue to miss. A lot. Even when I’m not the slightest bit homesick, unhappy or bored.
1) Newspapers. Real newspapers; not in every color of a tabloid. Fat folds of legitimate journalism without soap opera stars or editorials on page one. As much as I want to read the news I'm too much of a snob to go through the labor of translating one.
2) Saturday Night Live
3) The Atlantic Monthly. Luckily, I can read it online without having to pay for it.
4) Tap water
5) Erasers on the ends of pencils
6) Rye Bread and Bagels. I know these are two separate things, but I don’t want to have two food items on this list. I eat far too many super refined carbs here, so I have no right to complain, but I still crave these nonexistent baked goods.
7) Knowing how long it will take my clothes to dry. We don’t use the dryer. Ever. Even when my laundry’s drying inside the apartment instead of on the balcony I still have no idea how long it will be before my clothes are wearable. This has turned my laundry schedule into a crapshoot.
8) Tissue paper being in every bathroom. And the lack thereof is a legitimate excuse to complain. In my school you have to bring your own. Mercifully, they still provide free soap.
9) Grass. I live in a big city. There are tiny parks everywhere, but the grass is either fine, or disgusting. And they’re far too small to convince me I’m not in a big city anymore.
10) Libraries. They don’t have public ones. The bookstores are fantastic, but bookstores don’t throw off that egalitarian feeling of free education and literary growth as a communal endeavor. But maybe that’s just me being spoiled from growing up in a college town.
I think I’m doing well not because my list is short, but because if I was asked to make a similar list of what I will miss about Turkey it would be at least twice as long. And while Number 10 made the list because I’ve continuously wanted it, I don’t miss libraries every day, or even every other day. The list I would make for Turkey would be of things I think about continuously.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
A Basic Week
This needs to begin by thanking my Outbound Counselor, Audie Spieler. Her prompting me to write this basic entry was also the outline which spurred me to continue revising the blog I’d been working on. Thank you also to Amy Boyd, whose most recent blog entry served as something between a reminder and a template for me to use.
My school day begins at 8:30 every morning. Because I’m the foreign exchange student it’s OK for me to be a little late to class any day except Monday. Every Turkish school has a ceremony where students stand with the rest of their respective grades outside next to the flagpole. When everyone is assembled and the teachers decide it’s time to begin the flag is raised from half-mast and the music teacher leads the students in singing the national anthem. Turkish people are very respectful of their anthem, and if one hears it while on the street the correct thing to do is to stand still until it ends. It’s interesting to watch on a crowded street next to a school. If there are awards or announcements they are either incorporated at the end, or an extra ceremony is given on a different day. Then the students filter into class by the teachers about two at a time so the administrators can check adherence to dress code.
It has been a failure on my part that I still do not know my class’s schedule. The different classes are organized by hours, for example, my class has 40 hours of English a week. This means my schedule is different every day and a class can be anywhere from one 45 minute period to four. The students are given a ten minute break between each class to wait for the next teacher or to pause between lessons. My class has the most…spirit so they’re a lot louder than most of the other classes who go talk to their friends or get a snack. Yesterday my class had a Frisbee and a pair of rollerblades. My school gets out at 4:15, with the exception of the Friday ceremony. I either walk home alone or with my neighbor, Selen, who’s in Prep year. Prep year students sometimes get off two periods earlier than the rest of the school depending on which day of the week it is.
The way I’ve learned most about what’s “normal: for a Turkish school is by asking other students what they like and dislike about Cihat Kora. I’ve been told my school is very modern. The facilities are good, students are permitted (to what extent I’m not sure) and the English programs are excellent. Students dislike hoe there aren’t any extracurricular and the kanten. Most schools have a kanten for snacks like cookies and a cafeteria for lunch. We have a large kanten and a offshoot next to my class. Until they opened it up in the third week of school I thought it was a closet. In Turkish schools the extracurriculars aren’t nearly as extensive as my American school, but Cihat Kora’s are scarce by Turkish standards as well. A common feature is a Scrabble team, because the schools across the city have a huge competition in English. Even though my school competes in things like that we don’t have a Scrabble team. I was asked if we really did have choirs in American school like on “Glee.”
Because my host mother is a teacher it’s hard for her to tell what time she can get home every night. Luckily, it’s the norm for the cook to make large quantities of a few dishes and then refrigerate them. Things like salad and bread are gotten more frequently. Being a vegetarian in very, very uncommon in Turkey, but my host brother is one. I try to help her cook or fix dinner, and I requested to do my own laundry. Wearing a uniform has made me more contentious of having clean clothes, but I’m still terrible at doing it early enough in the day.
Though I haven’t been converted to house-dresses I’ve changed my clothing habits. When I came to Turkey I knew people took off their shoes upon entering a home. I didn’t know they immediately changed their clothes as soon as they got there. They’re very casual so I made the compromise of some form of pajamas I can receive unexpected company or take the dog out in without being a total embarrassment to myself. People are really concerned that my feet will get cold if I decline slippers. Just not being in the habit meant I didn’t change for a month or two, but my dress-code changed that as well.
My time after school is usually very lax. It gets dark less than an hour after I get home so I usually need to convince myself into believing I’m not doing things at odd hours of the night, meaning around 7:30. Lately I’ve been doing a lot more Turkish after school. Other than the excellent book I got from a friend I have a book for 3-6 year olds titled Antonyms. Yesterday I went over to my friend’s house for a few hours and she help me translate the nasty sentences. She’s also trying to teach me how to “spell in Turkish.” For example, if someone asked in English how to spell the word “bread” we’d simply rattle off “B-R-E-A-D.” In Turkish if you ask someone to spell “soylemek” they go “soy-le-mek” and you’re expected to know what it means. I didn’t know this for the longest time, even though I knew the alphabet. It was driving me crazy. I’ve also been spending time with my friend Emily for Oregon. It’s unnerving to go to a Starbucks, but it’s the only place they sell filtered coffee. We talk, wander around and swap books. We’re also incredibly talented at getting lost and getting on the wrong ferry. I’ve been writing a lot, for myself, for letters, for Rotary and for college admissions.
Unless I’m on vacation or a rotary trip I spend my weekends with Rotary friends in Turkish class. Even if there are no lessons that week we usually all wind up downtown anyway. Last week we collided with all the AFS students.
Turkish people in Izmir are very sensitive to the cold. There has been a warm fall, so most days are in the 60s or 70s. They think of this as chilly and break out the winter coats and accessories as soon as it drops below 60. Mothers are notorious for forcing more and more layers on their children. Students here wear tan lace-up work boots to school as a precaution against the cold. I stick out even more on a “cold” day. Farther east the weather is blazingly hot in the summer and so cold you can’t drive on the roads from the snow, but the city where I live is too coastal.
I know my last blog was ended with a promise update soon and I failed miserably. However, I was working on a draft about education when I got a note from Audie. I’ll publish it in a few days, if not tomorrow, but I need to look over it because my feelings were harder to articulate. Once again, if anyone has any questions or comments please send them to me.
My school day begins at 8:30 every morning. Because I’m the foreign exchange student it’s OK for me to be a little late to class any day except Monday. Every Turkish school has a ceremony where students stand with the rest of their respective grades outside next to the flagpole. When everyone is assembled and the teachers decide it’s time to begin the flag is raised from half-mast and the music teacher leads the students in singing the national anthem. Turkish people are very respectful of their anthem, and if one hears it while on the street the correct thing to do is to stand still until it ends. It’s interesting to watch on a crowded street next to a school. If there are awards or announcements they are either incorporated at the end, or an extra ceremony is given on a different day. Then the students filter into class by the teachers about two at a time so the administrators can check adherence to dress code.
It has been a failure on my part that I still do not know my class’s schedule. The different classes are organized by hours, for example, my class has 40 hours of English a week. This means my schedule is different every day and a class can be anywhere from one 45 minute period to four. The students are given a ten minute break between each class to wait for the next teacher or to pause between lessons. My class has the most…spirit so they’re a lot louder than most of the other classes who go talk to their friends or get a snack. Yesterday my class had a Frisbee and a pair of rollerblades. My school gets out at 4:15, with the exception of the Friday ceremony. I either walk home alone or with my neighbor, Selen, who’s in Prep year. Prep year students sometimes get off two periods earlier than the rest of the school depending on which day of the week it is.
The way I’ve learned most about what’s “normal: for a Turkish school is by asking other students what they like and dislike about Cihat Kora. I’ve been told my school is very modern. The facilities are good, students are permitted (to what extent I’m not sure) and the English programs are excellent. Students dislike hoe there aren’t any extracurricular and the kanten. Most schools have a kanten for snacks like cookies and a cafeteria for lunch. We have a large kanten and a offshoot next to my class. Until they opened it up in the third week of school I thought it was a closet. In Turkish schools the extracurriculars aren’t nearly as extensive as my American school, but Cihat Kora’s are scarce by Turkish standards as well. A common feature is a Scrabble team, because the schools across the city have a huge competition in English. Even though my school competes in things like that we don’t have a Scrabble team. I was asked if we really did have choirs in American school like on “Glee.”
Because my host mother is a teacher it’s hard for her to tell what time she can get home every night. Luckily, it’s the norm for the cook to make large quantities of a few dishes and then refrigerate them. Things like salad and bread are gotten more frequently. Being a vegetarian in very, very uncommon in Turkey, but my host brother is one. I try to help her cook or fix dinner, and I requested to do my own laundry. Wearing a uniform has made me more contentious of having clean clothes, but I’m still terrible at doing it early enough in the day.
Though I haven’t been converted to house-dresses I’ve changed my clothing habits. When I came to Turkey I knew people took off their shoes upon entering a home. I didn’t know they immediately changed their clothes as soon as they got there. They’re very casual so I made the compromise of some form of pajamas I can receive unexpected company or take the dog out in without being a total embarrassment to myself. People are really concerned that my feet will get cold if I decline slippers. Just not being in the habit meant I didn’t change for a month or two, but my dress-code changed that as well.
My time after school is usually very lax. It gets dark less than an hour after I get home so I usually need to convince myself into believing I’m not doing things at odd hours of the night, meaning around 7:30. Lately I’ve been doing a lot more Turkish after school. Other than the excellent book I got from a friend I have a book for 3-6 year olds titled Antonyms. Yesterday I went over to my friend’s house for a few hours and she help me translate the nasty sentences. She’s also trying to teach me how to “spell in Turkish.” For example, if someone asked in English how to spell the word “bread” we’d simply rattle off “B-R-E-A-D.” In Turkish if you ask someone to spell “soylemek” they go “soy-le-mek” and you’re expected to know what it means. I didn’t know this for the longest time, even though I knew the alphabet. It was driving me crazy. I’ve also been spending time with my friend Emily for Oregon. It’s unnerving to go to a Starbucks, but it’s the only place they sell filtered coffee. We talk, wander around and swap books. We’re also incredibly talented at getting lost and getting on the wrong ferry. I’ve been writing a lot, for myself, for letters, for Rotary and for college admissions.
Unless I’m on vacation or a rotary trip I spend my weekends with Rotary friends in Turkish class. Even if there are no lessons that week we usually all wind up downtown anyway. Last week we collided with all the AFS students.
Turkish people in Izmir are very sensitive to the cold. There has been a warm fall, so most days are in the 60s or 70s. They think of this as chilly and break out the winter coats and accessories as soon as it drops below 60. Mothers are notorious for forcing more and more layers on their children. Students here wear tan lace-up work boots to school as a precaution against the cold. I stick out even more on a “cold” day. Farther east the weather is blazingly hot in the summer and so cold you can’t drive on the roads from the snow, but the city where I live is too coastal.
I know my last blog was ended with a promise update soon and I failed miserably. However, I was working on a draft about education when I got a note from Audie. I’ll publish it in a few days, if not tomorrow, but I need to look over it because my feelings were harder to articulate. Once again, if anyone has any questions or comments please send them to me.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
The First 30+ Days in One Go.
Perhaps this blog would be easier to write if a bit of its purpose was established first. For the past thirty days I’ve been living in another country, in another culture, in another family who speak a different language. And yet, other than some photos of me on facebook, I’ve divulged very little information about my life other than a few short emails and some letter that have not yet been mailed. This blog is supposed to cure all of that, to be a controlled way to learn about “What Turkey’s like” and “How I’m doing” without sending out 15,000 emails a month or facebook stalking. But the first thirty day is a lot of ground to cover, so I’ll start with some of the basics.
My apartment is in a neighborhood of Karsiyaka. Karsiyaka is the area of Izmir roughly translating to “across the bay.” My family moved here from Aci, Turkey, where my host father still works as a pediatrician. My host father, Oktay, is a pediatrician from the Black Sea region, while my host mother, Dilek, is a Turkish teacher from the Aegean. When she moved back to Izmir, her two children, Aybars and Ece, came with her. My host brother Aybars is in his 20s and lives with us while he looks for a job. He went to the American high school, and spent a year at SUNY Binghamton, so his English is excellent. He’s been incredibly helpful and very supportive. He keeps explaining Turkey’s political system to be because it’s so different than that of the U.S. My host sister Ece went to one of the French high schools in Izmir, and is now in Seattle, Washington with Rotary.
Tomorrow is my third Monday of school. Due to a combination of an unusually late lunar calendar and a massive political referendum to alter the constitution, school did not start until the 20th of September. I came on the 28th of August, so it seemed like my summer was never going to end. Rotary originally had me going to a school in another neighborhood with one of the other students in Karsiyaka. However, Cihat Kora is a four minute walk from my apartment and has a better English program so my host mother put a stop to that. Every morning I walk with my neighbor, Selen. I met her because our balconies are about 10 feet apart. School is so close I can see my building from the hallway.
The reason my school has such a good English program is they created a thing called “Prep Year.” Turkish students who want to attend college need to take huge exams to see which schools they can qualify for. If they don’t get the right scores, they have to study for a year and try again. Instead of beginning high school after the eighth grade, students spend a year in intensive English programs before entering the normal school. I keep forgetting that my class in year 11 is actually the same age as I am. After meeting with the headmaster, about my schedule (five people in the room and at least three of them talking at the same time), they decided to put me in the only language class. Students here are divided into sections like “Language,” “Social Studies,” and “Math and Science” in preparation for the exams. My classmates take more English than the other students, and take philosophy instead of Physics. Including me, there are ten girls and four guys in the room.
Yes, I wear a uniform to school. However, the strictness of it depends on the day and time of the week. There isn’t actually a written policy about the uniform, you just kind of know what you’re supposed to do, which I don’t. After the first week of school all the students were called into the auditorium where one of the administrators was waiting with a microphone. He then proceeded to thoroughly enunciate into it dramatic Turkish even I could understand. It basically consisted of “Girls are wearing their skirts too short! Boys are not buttoning their shirts! Nobody’s wearing their ties!!!” I asked if this was something I needed to be concerned about, and the girl laughed. Apparently it’s something somebody has to do every year, and this guy was stuck with it because he’s new. My favorite trick to watch is students putting their ties on before the Monday morning flag-raising and national-anthem-singing assembly and taking them off as soon as they’ve walked by the last teacher.
I really want to write about everything I’ve done and all the cultural differences, but that would be longer than the Iliad and the Odyssey combined. Turkey is freakishly beautiful. I know it rains here, but whenever it happens I’ve been sleeping. I have swum in the Mediterranean once and the Aegean three times. My Rotary club holds its meetings at the top floor of the Swiss Hotel with a view of the sea. People seem to be obsessed with going to the beach and my family has a library in their apartment. I’ll write more blog posts recanting some of the things I’ve done, but for now I’ll have to be content with summarizing my situation. I think about everyone from the States a lot, and it’s wonderful to have so many people supporting me.
Love from Izmir,
Eva
P.S. I would love questions or comments about my exchange. If you don't want to comment on my blog here, please send me a message through email or facebook and I'll either reply to you directly or incorporate them into my blog. I don't know what people would like to learn about, but my life here is so full it's easier to write with some prompts. I'll post more about specific activities later on.
My apartment is in a neighborhood of Karsiyaka. Karsiyaka is the area of Izmir roughly translating to “across the bay.” My family moved here from Aci, Turkey, where my host father still works as a pediatrician. My host father, Oktay, is a pediatrician from the Black Sea region, while my host mother, Dilek, is a Turkish teacher from the Aegean. When she moved back to Izmir, her two children, Aybars and Ece, came with her. My host brother Aybars is in his 20s and lives with us while he looks for a job. He went to the American high school, and spent a year at SUNY Binghamton, so his English is excellent. He’s been incredibly helpful and very supportive. He keeps explaining Turkey’s political system to be because it’s so different than that of the U.S. My host sister Ece went to one of the French high schools in Izmir, and is now in Seattle, Washington with Rotary.
Tomorrow is my third Monday of school. Due to a combination of an unusually late lunar calendar and a massive political referendum to alter the constitution, school did not start until the 20th of September. I came on the 28th of August, so it seemed like my summer was never going to end. Rotary originally had me going to a school in another neighborhood with one of the other students in Karsiyaka. However, Cihat Kora is a four minute walk from my apartment and has a better English program so my host mother put a stop to that. Every morning I walk with my neighbor, Selen. I met her because our balconies are about 10 feet apart. School is so close I can see my building from the hallway.
The reason my school has such a good English program is they created a thing called “Prep Year.” Turkish students who want to attend college need to take huge exams to see which schools they can qualify for. If they don’t get the right scores, they have to study for a year and try again. Instead of beginning high school after the eighth grade, students spend a year in intensive English programs before entering the normal school. I keep forgetting that my class in year 11 is actually the same age as I am. After meeting with the headmaster, about my schedule (five people in the room and at least three of them talking at the same time), they decided to put me in the only language class. Students here are divided into sections like “Language,” “Social Studies,” and “Math and Science” in preparation for the exams. My classmates take more English than the other students, and take philosophy instead of Physics. Including me, there are ten girls and four guys in the room.
Yes, I wear a uniform to school. However, the strictness of it depends on the day and time of the week. There isn’t actually a written policy about the uniform, you just kind of know what you’re supposed to do, which I don’t. After the first week of school all the students were called into the auditorium where one of the administrators was waiting with a microphone. He then proceeded to thoroughly enunciate into it dramatic Turkish even I could understand. It basically consisted of “Girls are wearing their skirts too short! Boys are not buttoning their shirts! Nobody’s wearing their ties!!!” I asked if this was something I needed to be concerned about, and the girl laughed. Apparently it’s something somebody has to do every year, and this guy was stuck with it because he’s new. My favorite trick to watch is students putting their ties on before the Monday morning flag-raising and national-anthem-singing assembly and taking them off as soon as they’ve walked by the last teacher.
I really want to write about everything I’ve done and all the cultural differences, but that would be longer than the Iliad and the Odyssey combined. Turkey is freakishly beautiful. I know it rains here, but whenever it happens I’ve been sleeping. I have swum in the Mediterranean once and the Aegean three times. My Rotary club holds its meetings at the top floor of the Swiss Hotel with a view of the sea. People seem to be obsessed with going to the beach and my family has a library in their apartment. I’ll write more blog posts recanting some of the things I’ve done, but for now I’ll have to be content with summarizing my situation. I think about everyone from the States a lot, and it’s wonderful to have so many people supporting me.
Love from Izmir,
Eva
P.S. I would love questions or comments about my exchange. If you don't want to comment on my blog here, please send me a message through email or facebook and I'll either reply to you directly or incorporate them into my blog. I don't know what people would like to learn about, but my life here is so full it's easier to write with some prompts. I'll post more about specific activities later on.
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