These are my boyfriends Gop and Nex fighting over me at school. If it were December of 2014, Gop would be writing me love notes and Nex would sneak up to kiss me on the cheek then run away giggling. This year they’re both still trying to get a date for the weekend but the sweet, shy smiles have gone. Gop now wants to practice boxing and Nex wants me to watch him sail.
Teacha – Well boys, it’s almost 2016 and you are munchkins no more. You’re lost boys now. Can I call one of you Ruffio?
Gop – Teacha you are crazy and I do not understand you but Nex swim no good and he gay, have boyfriend!
Nex – Ayyyyy Teacha Mai Chai! Gop cheat at boxing (makes eye gouging motion) and Nex is most handsome, not gay.
More insults and a couple lies ensue before they turn back to me, hands on hips and ask again,
Leaving the school, I laughed and thought about Tee. I tutored Tee everyday last December to prepare him to get into a private high school in New Zealand. The tutoring sessions and the international school were both low on his list of priorities at the time and he put on plenty of “what’s the point” teenage melodramas.
I told him the point was I needed him to do better and if he wasn’t going to do it for himself, he was just going to have to do it for me. This really set him off.
What? Why I gonna do something so hard for you. I not even want to do for myself and you have messy hair! I said Tee, you love my messy hair so much it just might change the course of your whole life. Do better.
Back to 2015. In a poetic circle, Tee came to see me after finishing his first year abroad.
Tee – Hey, Girl with no friends. I not see you one year so why you look the same?
Teacha – Because I’m an adult Tee. I don’t have to change my look everytime a pop star has an identity crisis, that’s your department.
Tee – You are a mess. Do better man.
Teacha – Alright angsty, I hope you didn’t come to study because I don’t teach international students
Tee – ”No, not study. I come to tell you I gonna go to college USA for you.”
Teacha – Because you love my messy hair
Tee – Because I love your messy hair.
I look at these pictures of the boys and think of how much they have changed yet stayed the same and I can’t stop smiling. Though I feel a slight pang for their munchkin days, possibly the best thing about love is that it is never complacent. It changes always because it changes you for the better. And if there is one thing we can always be, it is better.
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Thanks to “the mother” (whom the munchkins ask about every day) Christmas cards featuring my handsome boyfriend Gop are on their way.
Gop’s birthday is on Christmas day. The day my christmas card photo was taken I had been at school asking him what he wanted to bring his classmates for his party this year.
As I carried on a logical discussion with my half munchkin half man about the pros and cons of donuts, my mind drifted back to the day of this picture. When I got home I pulled it up on my instagram and sure enough it was exactly 52 weeks ago.
In this picture I wanted to check his worksheet but he kept folding into a heart and hiding it from me. When I managed to wrestle it away from him I unfolded it to find he had covered the whole sheet in hearts that said “Gop LOVE K.T.”
He has grown up a lot this year and I’ve already mentally prepared myself for a polite thank you and firm handshake in place of a love letter this year…….but I bet if I show him this picture he’ll laugh.
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The sun has already set on a holiday that no one in Thailand knows exists, but I wanted to put in my two cents and say that this Thanksgiving I am thankful for progress, perspective, and potential.
Progress – I’m not going to lie….the past month and especially the past week has not been great but it is only because I underestimated the progress I had already made with the orphanage and got the green light to begin tutoring in October (before I was personally prepared to do so). Day to day has been a real struggle but big picture I am still amazed and picturing the look of surprise on the Directors face when she said, “Actually can come every day because many student more want to study”
Perspective – As some of you know we had a birthday party last Friday. It was a slam dunk and I apologize that due to a hellacious venture into Malaysia I didn’t have time to write up the details, but towards the end of the day some Canadian volunteers were at school and Benz, the Belle of the Birthday Ball, was so shy she wouldn’t even say hello and whispered into my ear “Teacha I want to know their name”.
The volunteers said all the kids had been kind of shy and, encouraged by the fact that the kids were so visibly happy to see me, asked how often I visit. I said it was my third time there that day….we’re just big on exaggerated and affectionate greetings.
Had the volunteers not been there I don’t think I wold have taken even a moment to step back and think about how far we’ve come in the last year and how much love there is between us. A year ago at this same school, I met not one, but several girls who didn’t know their name because no one had ever asked.
It amuses the munchkins so much that I know their names, their class, their birthdays, and their personalities. They frequently try to trick me by switching papers or answering to a different name only to giggle at my disapproving look and say “she knows already”
Potential – The potential for what we can do here is life changing in the sense that I honestly believe Make Our Day will change the course one or more of these children’s lives, be it through higher education, adoption, or a self confidence that propels them to take control of their situation.
That being said, if I want them to reach their full potential, I cannot deceive myself in thinking that theirs is the same as my own. From the moment I was born I was loved, supported, educated, and cared for consistently. A couple days ago, if I wanted to throw in the towel in Malaysia, I could have.
But throwing in the towel for me means, I go home, I get a job, I get married….I have a comfortable (if not more than comfortable) life. I cannot lie to them and say they have the same choices. They don’t.
What I can do is understand each child in terms of their heart and their desire and make sure that a lack of encouragement or funding doesn’t keep them from realizing the potential they see for themselves.
The munchkins do not know what Thanksgiving is, but when I get to school at lunch tomorrow after a few too many hard days away, there will be no other word to describe the moment they scream and run into my arms other than….Thankful.
There are 3 things that I never get tired of looking at in Thailand. Don’t expect to see beaches, buddhas or shimmy shimmy coco-whaaaaaaats on this list. That’s actually not what I do every day.
Speaking of coconuts though, I did have one today that was the size of my head; closer to literally than figuratively and if you’ve ever taken a precocious 5 year old to the KC aquarium you would know that a falling coconut poses a greater threat to the general public than a Daddy Shark. Or in the words of Keagan “Coconut fall, people die”. So thank goodness I was dealing with a domesticated coconut. The aquarium didn’t include this variety in their statistics but I presume they have fewer homicidal tendencies than their rowdy relatives.
I digress. Coconuts did not make the list.
#1. power lines
It’s insanity. Forget texting / selfie-ing and driving. If I fail to gun it at the light change its because I’m deep into a head back, mouth gaping contemplation of how..HOW is working. If you are questioning why the internet sucks or why you can’t use the fan and the rice cooker at the same time…this should answer your question.
#2. scout days
Hawaiian shirt Friday is a close second, but Wednesdays are what get me through the week. The hats are unnecessary and uncomfortable and there are four different options. Bucket hats only for girls, but boys can have the burgundy felt beret, a very flimsy cowboy hat, or a beanie with piping. Tassle socks and bandanas mandatory. I love it.
Every Wednesday I pretend I’ve never noticed this attire before and they’re happy to tell me what it’s for and how much they hate it as if we don’t have this conversation every week. If I can keep them on the subject long enough they may go get a large, red painted stick or sword like twig with a plastic handle. The tools of the trade are not pursued with the same intricacy the uniforms are. I’ve seen zero evidence to support the notion that these items “prepare” them for anything. When do we get to play with fire.
#3. traveling bamboo broom salesmen
Every town in Thailand has dozens of them, scurrying around tooting their bicycle horns (the clown kind, not the bells) and dodging traffic on freeways frogger style without losing a hair of bamboo. I desperately want a ride along with one of these guys. What’s their best seller? Do they have regulars? What about rival broom hawkers. Do I smell sabotage? Never do I want to be fluent in Thai as much as when I see one of these guys stop to talk with a ladder or bolster pillow salesman. I want in.
“Please not worry” the Tourism Authority of Thailand would like to clarify that Phuket still has the best beaches and (second) biggest buddha but these are the little things that make my day and serve as a little reminder that…oh yeah…I live in Thailand, and stuffs a little weird here.
I bet you didn’t know that many Indonesians believe smoking can cure….not cause….cancer, autism, and acne among other things and that there are entire medical practices devoted to “doctors” blowing smoke into your ears and nose. Sign me up.
I bet you didn’t know that in China there is a theme park called The Kingdom of Little People where vertically challenged chinamen live in clay mushroom huts and perform plays.
I bet you didn’t know that in Japan they have “cuddle cafes” where you can pay a teenage girl dressed like a toddler to clean the wax out of your ears.
I purposefully didn’t post links because I want you to read to the end of this post before going down the rabbit hole of Vice News. Bait and switch time.
I wanted to let you know what everyone has been up to this month to support Make Our Day and what a source of encouragement it has been for me as I’m tackling the hurdles I knew were coming this month.
On Oct 3, the generous and classy gentleman of Pi Kappa Alpha (PIKE) hosted a trivia night at Missouri State and raised over $1,500 to contribute to the Make Our Day tutoring center.
Look at those winners. They look pretty pleased, but not nearly as happy as we are. This contribution makes huge difference to our organization and is enough to keep tutoring, camps, and playdates firing on all cylinders for a month. Thank you so much boys…men….philanthropic young adults…..future of America? I don’t know what to call you.
This was a great connection that Ben and Jay lined up for me I too old and not cool enough to know anyone else on campus, so we need help getting connected with sororities or other campus organizations (any US campus) that make philanthropy part of their mission.
That’s where Mailyn comes in and she is working on non other than……drumroll……community and campus involvement in the Springfield area. If you have a group, business, or church looking for ways to get involved, she wants to talk to you. And actually now that you mention it, we have a quick and painless way for you to get involved right away!
Mailyn has been out there pounding the pavement getting people so excited about our mission in Munchkinland that we are booked solid for Monday Nov 9. Both Panera and Incredible Pizza have graciously pledged to donate up to 30% of sales from any kind hearted, hungry Springfieldian who presents these mobile flyers from 4 – 8pm.
If you can’t make it…or don’t trust yourself at a pizza buffet…we understand BUT good news, you can still contribute to the evening by donating what you would have spent on dinner through our newest donation portal, text to donate. WATCH.
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Did I make this video? Absolutely not. Charles did. Just another ambitious, talented MSU Bear who sat down across from me at the student union one day and said he wanted to help. Which…I’m not going to lie, (leans in and whispers: a lot of people say that…you get where I’m going with this?) But he followed up and it’s such a relief to have someone I can contact for tech support. I don’t know that he knew quite the level of tech inaptitude he would be working with, but too late now Charles. You will have to change your # if you want the questions to stop.
Of course I want to say thank you and acknowledge everyone for the work they’ve put in, but more than that, I want to say that interacting with everyone who has volunteered gives me the confidence to continue building Make Our Day slowly, steadily and collaboratively and I hope that through collaboration, you each get to keep a piece of it. Whether it be a funny story about how crazy asians are, a task that challenges you, or a trip across the world that changes the whole course of your life. It’s happened before.
If you feel like there is an opportunity for you or your networks to get involved, it would Make Our Day to hear from you. You may go look at Vice news now….right after you email us. firstname.lastname@example.org
When I pulled up on my moped, I saw no munchkin heads peaking over the fence, heard no yelling…and where is the cat?
As it turned out, the munchkins had social workers visiting to put on a meditation workshop. My initial thought was it may be working because it was unusually quiet. But, by the time I made the walk from the gate to the office, one had sprung loose.
“TEEEEEAAAAAACHA!!!!” It was JJ. She led me around the corner so we could hide and she could have me and my unbraided hair to herself before the rest of the crew caught on.
As the hosts of the activity attempted to lead an orderly procession from one room to another, JJ and I let a giggle slip and within seconds the herd spotted us and took me down. It was a massive munchkin pile up that left the social workers very confused and likely undid a lot of the effort they’d just put in to strike a tranquil dynamic.
While the munchkins were finishing their (not so silent at this point) meditation I got a chance to talk to the new Director. I’ve been worrying about this meeting since Megan told me about the turnover and want to give a big thanks to everyone who has been praying about this with me. I left feeling very optimistic about the conversation.
We talked about continuing playdates, reinstating English class once school starts, and most importantly identifying a more consistent format for tutoring. She seemed aware and candid about the difficulties facing the school and the community as a whole, which is unusual in this saving face culture.
I was trying to be patient and let the social workers finish their session but I must have been perceivably anxious because a board member whom I’ve met before said “ok you want join them now.” and let me in the room. Understandably, the social workers were not happy about the interruption until something happened that changed their minds.
This is Seven. He came to the orphanage only a few weeks before I left for the summer. He has a very with us but not with us aura about him so I worried about him heading into the classroom environment as I knew how slim the chances were of a teacher being able to engage a new student, particularly a quiet one.
Two of the social workers had clearly picked up on Seven’s vibe and had taken him aside to work with him individually. He wasn’t looking at them and wouldn’t speak. I continued to keep an eye on the three of them while I played with the rest of the kids.
When there was still no change after 20 minutes, I told the munchkins to be quiet. I whispered across the room, “Seven”. It immediatly got his attention and I’ll never forget the huge smile on his face as he sprung up singing H-E-L-L-O and crossed the room to hug me.
The munchkins made room for him in the circle and I said in Thai, Seven how old are you? “7”
No not your name. How old are you? “7”
But how old are you Seven?
I continued to fain misunderstanding until Seven and all the munchkins were rolling with laughter and yelling in unison “7!!!!” to try and get it through Teachas thick skull. Gop couldn’t take it anymore and dug deep into his english repertoire “Teacha, you are crazy, Seven is 7 YEARS OLD AHHHH!” The social workers were laughing now too.
“Ohhhhhhh Seven is 7” dramatic head roll open palmed slap to forehead, “Why didn’t you guys just tell me that?” We all gave Seven high fives for being 7 and he participated the rest of the afternoon.
Though I feel a little uncomfortable writing specifics about individual kiddos in such a public forum, I find this small moment to be an important reminder that some of the problems Make Our Day is facing don’t need fixed as much as they just need lived through.
It is hard for any kid anywhere to be “the new kid” but its not a life experience you can seek to eliminate. Is every munchkin going to pass school this year, no. Are all the kids who are “best friends forever” now going to stay friends, no. Do we want them to go through it without a trusted adult noticing? No.
I’ve been talking non stop all summer about short term and long term goals for financing, reach, and sustainability. While making daily steps towards these goals is crucial, talking about them doesn’t tell the story nearly as well as he does and I’m thrilled to have an impact report that reads like this one:
The munchkins go back to school this Monday. The Director of the orphanage and I agree that we need to talk with the Thai teachers and get struggling students started in private tutoring right away before they slip into bad habits for the semester. If you would like to support a munchkin’s tutoring on a monthly basis you may set up a recurring donation in any amount using Paypal, text, or online registration.
Like most people, I tend to get rather uncomfortable when a stranger assesses my body composition and become downright flustered….yes, flustered….when they feel the need to compliment it. Compliments in general turn me into a very awkward, mumbly human being.
There are only two compliments I will not immediately attempt to deflect. One, I’m a world class singer (Prestige Worldwide) and two, I’m a skilled scooter-ist. Saying I am the best teacher doesn’t count as a compliment because it falls in the category of (soon to be) universally accepted fact.
After today, I’m willing to make an exception for any compliment delivered in broken english by an elderly asian woman.
I found myself in the touristy part of town yesterday and thought I better take the opportunity to stock up on chopstix and elephant mating ceremony postcards. With encouragement from a particularly fun spirited shop owner, I veered off that original game plan quite a bit and came out with a new nickname and a plausible explanation for some of the daily struggles I encounter.
As I said, I just wanted a postcard but this lady was looking for big money from white laaaydeee and was willing to work for it. She talked me into kimonos and silk children’s dresses with relative ease but when she rounded the corner to grab some shorts, I put the brakes on.
Shorts and pants on any continent are not meant for me. In Asia in particular they’re a physical impossibility. As you may recall from my encounter with The Madam, most Thai shop owners agree that I shouldn’t have shorts and yell “not for you” before kicking me out of their store. I’m not alone in this struggle, almost every western female I know has been turned away from a store.
It matters very little what size you actually are, all foreigners are fat. To quote the sage advice of a guest speaker at the all Thai English Have Fun Diversity Day, “You cannot call your foreign teachers fat, even though they fat.” I would spend more time being angry about it wasn’t such priceless entertainment value. Kayla has had clothing ripped from her hands by a man in Bangkok who explained his actions by shouting, “Not for you King Kong!”
Not this lady though. Bless her canned sardine loving heart, she was blind to my non asian physique and ready to sell me some shorts. I tried dropping their own line on them and said, “I need big size, not have big size.” She grabbed my love handles (as is standard operating procedure) and said “nooooo not need, small size ok try on”.
I got small size about 4 inches past my knees and the smile dropped off her face.
“Oh…..I was confused about The Body. I think The Body look small…..but now not small. Ok I get big size.”
I knocked her down and she got right back up with a pair of size 34 used jean shorts that were left in a taxi years ago by a fellow fat, freckled farang. At first glance they were not looking like a slam dunk but I was willing to give them a shot because I liked her attitude.
This time the shorts made it almost to my butt before the wave of disappointment came back over her face.
“Oh….I think….The Body is…..too sexy.”
I laughed so hard, I bought 2 “free size” dresses I didn’t want. She’s right, why didn’t it occur to me before, I’m too sexy for this country. It’s unclear as to wether it was meant as a compliment or not but she got her big money and I got a great story.
Legally speaking, I believe Heidi Klum has trademarked The Body but this is Thailand, and we are nothing if not fast and loose with the copyright laws. (“real cucu chanel we not copy” in lowercase sharpie on yellowed paper….sprung for the real cucu but cut some corners on the sign)
Here it is folks, The Body. It recently replaced “selfies while driving” as the leading cause of traffic accidents among Phuket taxi drivers.
Sidenote. For fundraising purposes I am going to become a person who wears headbands while exercising and you should too provided you buy that headband from Make Our Day. #jazzercise
……..Jazzercise has nothing to do with this post but not a day goes by where someone from a random country doesn’t click on my blog post tagged jazzercise. It that’s you Im sorry for the bait and switch and I do not know where the nearest jazzercise location is.