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Kendari by Bike

October 29, 2016 by Mackenzie

img_1596The last two weeks have been busy and full – just a few days after posting about teaching I caught the flu and had a fairly miserable three days trying to recover from it. Let me just say, it sucks being sick alone and it doubly sucks being sick in a foreign country alone. I tried to go to school and came home with a fever. Definitely learned my lesson…

Anyways, all that to say – I meant to post this last week but everything snowballed after missing half a week. So – here we go! A tour of Kendari, via my motorcycle helmet!

My fantastic parents got me a go-pro for my birthday and I am so excited to go exploring with it. I wanted to give you all a little tour of Kendari, so figured why not attach the gopro to my helmet and ride my bike through town!

A few caveats:

  • I’m very sorry it is so shaky. I tried to cut out the worst parts – and will definitely learn to hold my head straighter next time I try it!
  • I am very far from a professional videographer. I have little patience for video editing and struggled for several days to make this. But then I discovered that I was doing it all wrong and iMovie worked like magic and I made this video in an hour. Now that I know how to do it, I’ll try harder next time. But if you want to see a professional videographer check out my brother Spencer’s vlogs. He is in Europe studying and I am so damn impressed with his videos! See here.
  • I would not advise watching this full screen unless you have a very strong tolerance for motion. Watch it small and it won’t make you sick, I hope.
  • YouTube somehow compressed it and cut off the edges. Sorry. Brb while I go ask Spencer how that happened…

Hope you liked the little preview of my city! Off to the beach tomorrow! Time to take the gopro underwater 😀 😀 

Filed Under: Fulbright, MAN 1, Year 2 Tagged With: Kendari, tour, video

Teaching English to 305 Students

October 14, 2016 by Mackenzie

First, I want to say thank you so much everyone who reached out after my last post (“Hey Mister”). Hearing from everyone, near and far, was so encouraging. It can be hard to live so far away from friends and family but having a virtual support system is a wonderful second best. I was also so glad to know that my post sparked conversations and thoughts about skin color, race, bules, and more… Please don’t let the conversations and thoughts stop – this is such an important topic.

But on to other subjects! I just completed my fourth week of teaching here in Kendari and things couldn’t be going better (in that regard). I teach 12 classes each week – all of them 90 minutes, except one which is a little over two hours. Each class has anywhere between 22-40 students (most around 30-35). I see each class 1x per week – which is a horrible, and impossible, way to learn a language. The lucky kids are the “Bahasa track” kids who essentially take English (and Japanese) as elective courses and so they get English twice a week.

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All Indonesian high school students are split into “tracks” in high school. Schools generally offer 2+ tracks: Science, Social, Religion, Language, etc. SMAN 5 PKY only had science and social tracks, but MAN 1 KDI has all four of these. Vocational schools (SMKs) offer a whole different group: tourism, cooking, tailoring, etc. Students in Indonesian high schools take all of their classes with their “class.” So X IPA 1 (10th grade Science #1) is together the whole day, taking all of their classes together, while X IPS 1 (10th grade Social #1) sits in their room and takes all of their classes together. From what I understand, students choose their track but are tested into the higher or lower classes (IPA 1 is the “best” whereas IPA 4 is the “lowest” of the science track). Additionally, science students are considered the “smartest” and social students the “not as smart.” Religion and Bahasa tracks fall somewhere in between (and most people outside of those tracks wonder why you would choose that). I teach the entire 10th grade: X IPA 1, 2, 3, 4 (science); X IPS 1, 2, 3 (social); X Agama (Religion); and X Bahasa (Language). And two 11th Grade classes: XI Agama (Religion) and XI Bahasa (Language) –> but I see XI Bahasa twice a week. 

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A rare moment of quiet in the courtyard

My first and second weeks of teaching were difficult because I was expecting a higher level of English (something comparable to my students last year) but I wasn’t finding it. Giving instructions, praise, comments, greetings… anything in English was falling on deaf ears. Anything I said was greeted by… silence. Initially, I was really surprised. Seeing as this is a school that seems to run more efficiently and organized than my school last year, with teachers almost always going to class, and rules much more strict about students being in the classroom, I figured the English level would potentially be higher than my kids last year. At the very least it would be comparable, right?

Well… no. It took about two weeks for me to come to terms with it – but these kids’ English levels are low. And I mean LOW. Some classes don’t even know the word for “makan” (eat). Like, that has to be the most basic English word ever. Some students in my classes, and some 12th graders (who I don’t teach), call me “mister.” (Seriously?!) Sometimes, when I give them an activity, they ask if it should be completed in English or Bahasa Indonesian. Ummmmm… wild guess? What do you think you are supposed to do?!?!?!?!?  This is ENGLISH class for crying out loud! Asking them to answer a simple question out loud is like asking them to give a speech in front of the whole school in French.

All this to say, teaching English is an uphill battle.

I’m generally at school for most of the day. Most days I teach 3 classes, which are separated by a 45 minute break, except Friday when they are back-to-back-to-back. I get to school at 8:30 or so. Teach from 8:45-10:15, break until 10:45, teach again from 10:45-12:15, break (to pray) until 1pm, and teach again from 1-2:30. Obviously, it’s Indonesia, so we usually don’t go to class until at least 5 minutes after the bell has rung, but more common 10-15 minutes late. (I’m slowly trying to change that with my coteachers…).

So considering all of these challenges, how do we spend those precious 90 minutes in the classroom?

It starts with lesson planning – this year, I am so much more prepared for my lessons. This in part has to do with a massive google drive collection of lesson plans from previous ETAs that Grace and I compiled and organized this summer. It makes it SO much easier to find lessons on the sometimes-obscure topics we are supposed to be teaching. I usually come up with a few ideas over the weekend for the four different topics I will be teaching over the week. I’ll teach the 10th grade general lesson 8 times, the 11th grade general lesson 2 times, 1 special lesson for the Bahasa track (English elective) kids in 10th grade, and another for the 11th grade. On Monday afternoon, I meet with the other English teachers and I share my ideas for each of the four lessons. Together we choose the best ideas and end the meeting with an outline for each lesson. I then go home and spend all of Monday evening and afternoon typing up a complete lesson plan and creating/printing/copying the materials (worksheets, handouts, powerpoints, etc) and then emailing my coteachers the completed lesson plans for the week. Tuesday (11th grade) and Wednesday (10th grade) are when we kick off the new lessons, which last until the following Monday and Tuesday, when every class has then had the lesson.

Here’s a few examples of what we are up to!

Compliments Lesson

The 10th grade focused on “giving and receiving compliments” a few weeks ago. The best part of this lesson was the final activity – we gave one sticky note to each student and asked them to write their name at the top. Then, they passed that sticky note to their friend who wrote a compliment to them on their sticky note. Then, the note was passed again. The students passed and passed and passed until all the sticky notes were full of compliments to each other. Then, I pulled out a big poster, on which I had written, “We are Special,” and they all stuck their sticky notes to it. At the end, they anxiously searched for their sticky note to read the compliments their friends had written to them.

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My heart was bursting! <3

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Proudly hanging it up on their classroom wall!

I had so much fun with this activity. The students were so excited to be complimenting each other and to have a finished product to get to keep. Many of the classes hung the poster up in the classroom and I smile every time I enter their room. (Another difference: teachers move from room to room while the students stay put. One of my goals this year is to take the unused “Language Laboratory” Classroom and turn it into an American classroom, where the students come to us, as teachers, instead of us going to them. Stay tuned…)

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This = very proud teacher moment!

Daily Activities

After compliments, the 10th grade learned about daily activities. The textbook called for something a little more advanced but I reeled it back in because by this point, I had realized the students lacked simple vocabulary. So for this week, I had my handy-dandy popsicle sticks, on which I had written every student’s name on a stick. I would pull a name and ask a question – “What did you do this morning?” “What will you do after school?” What will you do this weekend?” Many of the students strugggggggggled with this but with their friends’ help, I could finally squeeze out an answer. I then explained that today, we are going to talk about daily activities, just like the ones you all just named.

I split them into groups of 4-5 and each team had to make a list of activities for every letter of the alphabet (A: amusement park B: beach, basketball, breakfast etc). I banned the use of dictionaries because I really wanted the students to think. I really believe that most of the students do know some English but they have never been asked to produce it. English classes, before I came, were often conducted in Bahasa, and they never had to speak in English if they didn’t want to. As they worked on the activity, I circulated the classroom and helped give hints for words and letters they were stuck on.

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The second half of the class we spent compiling a big list on the board together. Letter by letter I asked for the words they had written in their groups and added any that they had missed from my master list. I did a lot of silly acting and speaking in Bahasa to get them to guess the words – and I think my candor helped them to relax. If there was still time at the end, we played a quick game of hot seat – where one student sits with his/her back to the board and I write a word from this list on the board and the class had to describe the word and get him/her to guess it.

All in all, a great class.

You can see the A-Z on the whiteboard behind us!

You can see the A-Z on the whiteboard behind us

Daily Activities –> Sentences

This week, as the follow up lesson, we focused on taking all those daily activity vocabulary words and learned to make a complete sentence with them.

The first activity was interviewing their friends about their daily and weekly activities. Each student got a grid that they had to go around and ask their friends, “what are you going to do Sunday morning?” and then fill it in on their chart. I encouraged them to walk around with their A-Z list from last week, to have a a huge list of vocabulary to draw from. Hearing them all wander around and ask and answer questions in English was music to my ears!

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When that was done, I wrote the grammar structures on the board (Subject + to be + going to + verb …. etc) and asked for examples from their interviews. We would write examples like, Dina is going to sleep on Sunday night. My favorite toy in the classroom is my beachball. After a bit of practice all together, I then tossed my globe beach ball to a random student and gave them a day and time, “Wednesday morning.” Then then had to make a sentence with the information from their sheet and share it with the class. We practiced negative and interrogative forms, wrote individual sentences, and practiced more by throwing the beachball to each other. By the end, I feel confident saying that some 29/30 students were able to make a correct sentence by the end. I was thrilled.

Telling Time

The 10th grade language-track kids have me as their “English literature” teacher. I laughed when I saw the name of the class – there’s just no way. The syllabus itself, while far from “English Literature,” is far too advanced for them, so my coteacher and I decided to do our own thing this year with them. We want to go back to the basics and make sure they have a really solid understanding of basic English.

The first week, we decided to teach about time. I opened the class asking if someone could tell me what time it was. No one could.

First, we played Bingo. Good, old fashioned number bingo. And they LOVED it. I used an app to generate random numbers and would call them out and they had to cross it off if they had it – the goal was get a feel for listening to numbers called out loud.

After bingo, I drew a clock on the board and we talked about the correct way to tell the time in English. Then, we practiced using mini whiteboards. This is one of my favorite assessment tools – I bought a pack of sheet protectors, stuck a white sheet of paper in each one, bought a dozen whiteboard markers, a pack of tissues, and ta da! Mini whiteboards! I call out a time and in pairs, they have to write it down and then hold up the whiteboard so I can check if they got it right. If not, they try again. I love this. It’s a fast, quick way to check understanding, plus it’s something totally different for them and they love it. In another class, we did it with present tense verbs to past tense, and again, it worked great.

Once most of the class was answer my time calling correctly, they completed a worksheet where they had to write in the correct times. Then we moved on to the vocabulary associated with telling time, “a quarter past,” “ten to 2,” etc… This proved to be much trickier for them. We practiced with the whiteboards again, completed part 2 of the worksheet, and then time was up. At this point, I felt like everyone had a pretty solid understanding of telling time (some more or less on the vocabulary but that’s not really common, so I wasn’t too focused on that). I asked what time it was now, and they all raced to answer my question and gave me the correct time! I was thrilled! We had come a long way in that two hours!

Playing a board game to practice Simple Past verbs

The following week we played a “telling time” board game to review what we had learned the previous week.

Filed Under: Fulbright, MAN 1, teaching, Year 2 Tagged With: Lesson Plans, MAN 1, teaching, TEFL

“Hey Mister!”

October 8, 2016 by Mackenzie

Some days, living here is so hard.

Most of the time, I’m happy here and enjoying my second time around. My students are sweet and I’m getting into the flow of things at my school. The schools days are long (I’m usually at school from 8-3) and hot (usually around 88 degrees with 80% humidity making it “feel like” according to the weather channel, a nice 95 degrees ~ at 8am). But once you get outside, heat is heat and sweat is sweat – you survive. Now that I’ve got the school routine down, I have more time in the evenings to chill. I generally nap every day. Yes, every day. I think the heat really takes it out of me and once I get home and get out of my sticky wet clothes, I often curl up on my bed under the AC and fall asleep for an hour and a half or two. I spend my evenings going for a long walk just before the sun goes down and there is a little respite from the heat, preparing lesson plans and materials, and/or meeting up with a friend to help them practice English or them teach me Bahasa. All in all – it’s a good routine.

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After our lesson on “Compliments” – we passed around sticky notes with everyone’s name on one and wrote compliments to each other. At the end, we stuck them on a big poster and hung them in the classroom!

What makes a day hard is my foreignness: the constant “hey Mister!”, the motorcycle honks, the barrage of photos. I struggle so much with this this year. Maybe it’s because my honeymoon phase with Indonesia is over and trudging through the reality is just tough. Maybe it’s because Kendari feels like it’s so much worse in terms of “harassment of a foreigner”. Maybe it’s because the people around me allow it to happen, whereas last year I was in fewer situations for it and had a CP that deflected most of it. I’m sure it’s a combination of all of these things, but boy does it irk me.

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This morning I was taken to a wedding (for the daughter of a fellow teacher at the school ~ but I honestly have no idea who this teacher is). As we pull up I brace myself for the next few hours. We start walking towards their house and all of the people assembled outside turn to stare. I can feel every eye on me as we enter the tent. I just want to run away and hide. Instead, I follow my ibus (ibu = mother, mrs ~ and collectively you can call them ibus ~ “i-boos”) as we pass in front of the 25 or so people assembled there and make our way to the front door of the home. We slip off our shoes and go inside. There is a long table set on the floor with food and tea – it looks like a cute little tea party. We sit with the other woman around the table and I try not to draw any extra attention to myself. Of the maybe 40 people here so far, I only recognize about 3 from my school – the others I’ve never met. Which means… the whispering, jittering, and excitement increases with my presence. “Cantik sekali,” (“Very beautiful”) they say as they pinch my cheeks and stroke my arm. “Thank you. Kalian juga” I reply (“You all too”), but it’s like they don’t even hear me. “Dia bisa bicara Bahasa Indonesia?!” (She can speak Indonesian?!) they gasp. And my bu takes over explaining that I am an English Teaching Assistant at MAN 1 but this is my second year, so yes, I can converse in Bahasa. I listen politely and then notice the cameras at the other end of the table. They are all pointed in my direction snapping away pictures of the bule (white person). I glance at them and they smile at me sheepishly and resume the photos across the long table. Here, I mind less. I am a guest in this home and this is an occasion – I’m sure they are taking photos of all sides of the table, I tell myself. img_1914

After trying a few bites of all the different overly sweet cakes and puddings, it’s time to go back outside. But first, we must go see the photography set. We enter into the next room where the bride’s family is spilling out of an adjoining room into this room. I can just barely see the bride herself, getting pampered and her make up done by what must be 10 different female relatives. I sure wouldn’t want to be in her place right now. My bu wants to take a picture in front of the backdrop so we line up – I like my ibus so I don’t mind at all. The problem is that the other women in this room see the bule standing against the backdrop and they must have a picture too. They push their way next to me and the photos begin. First just two ibus, then a third, then we must change the pose. Then they must put the children in front. Then we have to switch the order so that the ones on the outside can touch me. They rest their heads against my arms and wrap their arms around me. My smile turns into a grimace and I just want to leave. They pinch my cheeks and keep telling me how beautiful I am and it’s all I can do to stand there and take more pictures. I look at my bu, pleading for help, and she nods and I duck out of the group. They are dismayed and want more but I tell them, “No, no – sudah!” (“Done or already!”). We slip outside and, back around my ibus, my smile returns.

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L-R: Ibu I don’t know, child I don’t know, my coteacher Ibu Ernida, my other coteacher Ibu Sukma, and a child I don’t know.

After a little while, a police car comes up the road and behind it I see a whole procession of cars. This turns out to be the groom’s family and friends. We make an aisle for them to walk through and the whole procession of maybe 100 people passes through. As people pass me, they look at me in pure shock and delight. People reach out to shake my hand (not shaking anyone else’s mind you). My ibu gets up to help with something and suddenly her chair is vacant. Quickly enough, two ibus from this new party claim the seats and are ecstatic to be sitting next to the bule. They shove their phone at the nearest person, grab my shoulder, spin me around, and now we are taking a number of photos. Other ibus join in behind, placing their hands on my shoulders, heads on my shoulders, holding my hands… I don’t know these woman. They didn’t ask for my permission. Now they want individual pictures. I cringe and try to turn back to my ibus on my other side but they just want more.  After the first individual picture, I tell them, no more. They are clearly disappointed and try to get me to take more but I turn to my ibus and say, “I don’t like this!” They laugh but I say, “Truly! I am nothing special! I am a foreigner, yes. I have white skin, yes. But I am no different than you. I am not President Obama or Angelina Jolie. I did nothing to earn this celebrity status. You want to take pictures of me because of my white skin, but I don’t like that. It makes me uncomfortable. With you, it’s okay because you are my friends. But with strangers, they only want to be able to show other people that they have a picture with a white person – and that makes me very uncomfortable.”

Retrospectively, this is what I wanted to say. It didn’t come out quite as forcefully and was mostly interrupted by them saying, “But you’re beautiful!” “You have white skin and we love that” “You are special because you are from America!” Regardless of what I did say, it stopped the pictures for the most part and my ibus got the hint that I don’t want to take a zillion pictures with people.

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After the ceremony and lunch there, we got back in the car and drove to the groom’s house. There, we had to do the whole thing over again. We entered the house. Sat down at the little tea party table. I was the focus of attention, yet again. We moved into the room with the bride and groom and while I was able to stay in the shadows for a few minutes, pretty soon a number of the ibus from the families of the couple move to where I am and the photos start again. Group photos, individual photos, heads on my shoulders, arms wrapped around me – I’m about to lose it. Here we are, not 15 feet from the beautiful bride and groom and literally all eyes and cameras are on me. These women are like children hanging off of me. I’m stuck in a corner and I can’t get out. It’s ridiculously hot and stuffy in this room and I’m feeling a little carsick from the ride here and I feel like I could pass out. They are shoving more sweet jello-y food in front of me, and I can’t do it. “I’m full!” I cry. “I can’t eat more.” The pictures continue. I say, “one more” or “last one” but they just laugh and keep going. They stroke my arm, my hair and pinch my cheeks. Finally, I hear my ibu say, “okay, let’s go!” And I duck out from under them and run into the next room. I can’t escape without a few more photos but thank god, we are going home.


This is life here. Last weekend, it happened similarly, yet at a parade for the Islamic New Year. I can’t stand it. I hate that it’s due to my skin color. I hate what skin color does. I hate what is happening in America to people who have black skin and the injustice they face in all aspects of society, but especially the police shootings of black men. Why does the color of one’s skin matter?!

I hate being paraded around. I hate feeling like my worth here is in the color of my skin, not me, as a person. I hate the attention, the pinching cheeks, the touching. I want to be apart of these cultural events but it is so difficult when all of the attention turns to me. I hate that I can’t walk anywhere without drawing attention to myself and am harassed by the the honks and whistles of motorcyclists.

Last weekend, after the Islamic parade, I was really upset about all of this. I went home and had I not collapsed on my bed from exhaustion, I would have wept. It’s so wrong. The legacy of colonialism follows me everywhere I go. People here set me apart because I am white. Because I am from the race that enslaved your people and destroyed your cultures. But instead of hating me for that, you love me. You treat me like I am better than you. Like my white skin and my nationality make me better than you. And that is so, so, so false.

It makes my job as a cultural ambassador so much harder. I want to be involved in my community. I want to be invited to go to events and weddings and festivals. I want to have friends here and make this a home for the next eight months. But when I constantly feel uncomfortable and unhappy, it’s so hard.

After an afternoon with my sitemates last Sunday following the parade, eating Pizza Hut and studying Bahasa, I felt better. I resolved to make the upcoming week a good week. I made a list of all the things that were making me unhappy and set goals for how to turn things around. I resolved to be frank about taking pictures, to explain why it makes me uncomfortable, to take care of me and let myself nap every day if I need to nap everyday. To tell the kids who play on my street that a man is a “mister” and a woman is a “miss” so please stop calling me “mister” and please start calling me “miss.” I resolved to make more friends outside of school. To get a rice cooker so I can cook in my house and not have to eat out for every meal…

And let me tell you, this week was so much better. I haven’t accomplished everything that I set out to do but give me another week and I will. My classes went well, I enjoy my coteachers, and I made new friends to hang out with. I watched a movie and a few episodes of Game of Thrones, and read a little of my book every night. I walked most afternoons and was asleep by 10 every night.

Unfortunately, the wedding festivities today dampened my spirits a little. But I’m conflicted, because I was so pleased to be invited by my fellow coteachers and to spend time with them outside of school. I can’t give that up just because I don’t like taking pictures with strangers – and perhaps I just need to tell them, even more explicitly, that all these pictures are making me uncomfortable.

Well, we’ve got the wedding reception still to come this evening so wish me luck…

Filed Under: Fulbright, MAN 1, Year 2 Tagged With: bule, fulbright, Kendari, Weddings

Meet Mackenzie

Hi! I'm Mackenzie! I'm currently a Fulbright English Teaching Assistant in Indonesia! I'm writing all about my year on this blog and hope you'll follow along on this journey! Read More…

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Students and Indonesian Friends: Please don't take anything I say here as critical of my experience or you and your culture. Rather, through this blog I want to share my experience in your country with my friends and family in America! I may write and laugh about a lot of things that are different but none of it is bad, it's just different!

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